#last night at rfa

[mystmesstolemysoul]

What if MC had no choice but to reset? What if, after enough cycles through each story, they know exactly which night they'll go to sleep next to their love then wake up all alone with a text telling them to go to an address they already know by heart. What if MC was cursed with repeating the same events over and over again, falling in love but never getting to grow beyond a certain point with the love of their life?

(lil drabble below the cut. There's a little bit of reset theory sprinkled in, along with a smidge of reference to a song I think goes with MysMes perfectly)

Which guy I'm talking about is intentionally vague so you can imagine your fave <3

Angst with a happy? bittersweet? ending

Not proofread, I don't have time for that shit, sorry lol

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The first time it happened, it was jarring. A panic setting in as you woke up, back in your old old apartment, no sign of him anywhere. Had it all been a dream? Surely not.

Then came the text, and it all came flooding back. What was happening?

You were less fearful this time as you walked up to Rika's apartment, even knowing all that you did now about the mysterious circumstances that had brough you here.

When they, the RFA, your family, greeted you as a stranger, it stung in a painfully nostalgic way. Had they really forgotten all about you? But it wasn't that; they hadn't known you in the first place.

You did some things differently, this time around. You gave more attention to one of the members that you'd brushed off the first time. Confusion clouded you on day five when everything began to drift away from the story you remembered. Despite this change, your new bachelor managed to sweep you off your feet, though you always felt guilty whenever he, your lover from the first time, called or texted. You felt guilty having to push him away to stay loyal to your new man.

You had almost forgotten about that jarring day when everything had reset. Almost. Until it happened again. You were more prepared this time, but felt almost exceedingly empty as you read the text asking for your help. You wanted to ignore it, to stop this toying with your heart. But you knew you couldn't stay away from the RFA. You were bound, heart and soul. So you did as 'Unknown' asked.

You began to dread it more and more each new route, never knowing when you were going to wake up alone and start the cycle all over again. It became numbing. Heartbreaking. But you could never stay away.

Eventually, you'd seen every possible way it could end. There had been a time you'd hoped to find a road that wouldn't end. A path that wouldn't lead to you waking up alone, forced to greet your closest friends as new strangers. But you'd long since given that up.

You'd seen every success, every possible failure. Felt every swell of new love, every shattering heartbreak. Made friends, made enemies, just for it all to be washed away.

There was a time when you'd begun to intentionally run everything into the ground. It was easier to repeat random 5-day loops than to go months, years, before having it all ripped away from you. But bringing them heartbreak hurt you more.

You were careful now. So careful. Especially with him.

You could never bring yourself to be careless with him. You didn't know why, but after a while, he began to stick out to you more than all the rest. No matter which path you walked, he always caught your eye. The way he said things, his way of thinking, how he tried to look out for you in his own little way.

So you pursued him. You'd won his heart before, many times, but you did it again with a purpose. You knew it wouldn't last. You knew one day, you'd wake up and it would all be over. But you loved him. You really loved him. And when the night came that you knew would be the last, you tried desperately not to sleep. But it was as if some curse took over you, forcing your eyes to close. When you awoke, it was all gone.

But you wouldn't let that stop you. Again, you followed him, your north star, your guiding light. Again, you won his heart. And again, you woke up. It was the third time when you noticed something different. Just a moment. A spark. A faint look in his eyes when you saw him face to face, some wondrous shock, as if he couldn't believe you'd chosen him. More than that usual look in his eyes when he saw you for what you believed to be his first time.

But the look wasn't enough for you to say something. Not yet. But a fourth time, you chose him. Then a fifth. Till finally, on the sixth time through, he gave you a look as if you'd gone insane, and he loved you for it. You'd asked without thinking. "You remember, don't you?"

He hadn't had to speak a word for you to know the answer. You knew him too well. He woke up alone, the same as you. And you loved him fiercer. Again and again and again, determined now to always choose him. No matter how repetitive, no matter how painful, you couldn't choose anyone but him, knowing he'd have to watch you fall in love with another man if you chose any other path.

When the fateful night settled in, wrapped up in each others arms, you were silent. You both knew what this night meant. When the daylight comes I'll have to go. You felt his tears trickle into your hair. "I don't wanna start all over."

And you didn't either. "I know, baby, I know." You held him so close, promising, "I'll choose you. I'll always choose you." And you meant it. You'd never be able to make it through now without him. You had him, now, and you weren't letting go.

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close, 'cause in the daylight we'll be on our own, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close.

#mystic messenger #mysme #707 x reader #707 x mc #yoosung x mc #yoosung x reader #jumin x mc #jumin x reader #zen x mc #zen x reader #saeran x mc #saeran x reader #jihyun x mc #jihyun x reader #saeyoung x mc #saeyoung x reader #yoosung kim #jumin han #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #hyun ryu #jihyun kim #fanfic #angst with a happy ending #angst #mystic messenger fanfic #oh #song lyrics I've referenced are from Daylight by maroon 5 btw #reminds me so much of mysmes tbh

[sergeifyodorov]

plz share the willy xenophobia discussion at your leisure i would love to read about it

Right. So.

Willy was drafted in 2014, a top-ten pick with legacy pedigree, and unlike the other two in Toronto's Big Three, took a little longer to develop -- Marner spent his D+1 in the OHL before coming up, Matthews made the team right away, but Willy spent time in the SHL and about a year and a half in the Marlies before joining at the end of the 15-16 season, after Marner was drafted but before Matthews was. Needless to say, expectations of him weren't quite as high, but he was firmly expected to be part of the Big Rebuild, too.

He's also Swedish. The first Europeans in the NHL were Swedish, and to this day the highest proportion of non-North Americans is Swedish. However, in order to understand the Swedes, we have to talk about the Russians.

The 1972 Summit Series is probably the most important single event in the history of hockey -- eight games, the first true best-on-best in the world, since the NHL and the Olympics have always had a fraught relationship and they weren't allowed to attend. If we really wanted to talk about the Summit Series, we could be here for years, but, the point: on this particular world stage, it was finally understood that Europeans -- Russians, but everyone else, too -- played a different style of hockey, one that emphasized a side-to-side possession-based game instead of the Canadian dump-and-chase style. The Euro style involves far less checking. And less fighting.

North American (largely Canadian, but nonetheless) hockey has always had a culture of hypermasculinity around it, and this relative lack of violence, as well as pre-existing stereotypes of the time, gave the impression that Europeans were "soft."

Back to Willy. Go back to look at draft-era Willy, before he learns how to grow facial hair -- not Mitch's baby face, but not Auston's full-grown jawline. A layer of puppy fat that disguises all but the most defined of his muscles. Silky blond hair and a dopey smile. He dresses expensively, breaks into fits of giggles in interviews, doesn't seem to take anything as seriously as he should. Because this is Toronto, and we feel as if we are about to enter a new golden age, we expect the most out of our prospects -- solemnity, hard work, not a flaxen-haired nepotist idiot. Especially not a soft flaxen-haired nepotist idiot.

Willy Nylander, raised and trained on a different continent, doesn't hit much, preferring to carry his puck in than dump it. He's speedy, patient with a shot, would rather make a dangerous chance than one through three lanes of traffic. He doesn't fight, doesn't get mad, scores less when the team's really going, and he held out to the last possible moment in his RFA negotiations. Every single one of these drives people mad -- people here trailing all after Don Cherry.

If you're not familiar with Don Cherry, imagine the worst Leafs uncle you could possibly realize, give him opinions of similar attitude on the rest of the NHL, and then understand that he had a national platform for decades. Cherry, fervent nationalist that he is, touted the "tough" Canadian forechecking style, adored players who would walk off injuries -- never mind their lives afterwards -- and once expressed his disdain for visors (you know, the thing that... protects your eyes... and a lot of your face...) by saying that only the Europeans and Francophones liked them. (He also got kicked off of Hockey Night in Canada for anti-immigrant statements. Yee haw.)

Cherry hated Nylander the entire time, explicitly citing his Swedishness (and implying a lack of toughness, or winning quality, which he equated) as a reason that the Leafs would never win with him. Here's an article from right around draft day with Cherry's opinion -- he says the Leafs, should they choose to contend, should forgo Europeans and instead take Canadians. He also cites Ritchie's high penalty-minute count as a valuable item. (I don't know about you, but generally I think regularly putting your team on the penalty kill is a detriment, not a strength).

Furthermore, there's a poll at the end of this article asking the reader if they think Cherry was right. Most people think he was. He was hugely popular not only because he was a charismatic figure (I keep talking about him as if he's dead; he's not, just no longer working) but because his ideas were popular. People believed, and still very much do, that Swedishness is softness and that softness is bad. And as -- as a Leaf -- arguably one of the most visible Swedes in the NHL, one of those tasked with shouldering the weight of the most known franchise, Willy bore a lot of it.

I think part of the reason I didn't mention it in the original post was because unlike Mitch, Willy doesn't seem to let it get to him a lot -- he's a blissfully oblivious Barbie-doll idiot -- and, again, because expectations on him weren't quite as high. That being said, it's still important to discuss imho !

#asks #william nylander #btw this isn't 10 million words long don't worry. just a leedle too long to post without the cut #also: willy is still very much white. like he's not north american but he is white which certainly affords him privilege #for ex over a guy like naz who despite being one of those canadian ohl guys don cherry liked so much is visibly Not White.

[natasha-in-space]

Hi! I noticed that your requests were open and I really love your writings! I was wondering if possible could you do a Jumin and Saeran x reader (separately) Soulmate AU if you can? It’s fine if not but if you do thank you! And I hope you have a good day/night!

So, funny story: this was supposed to be done by the start of this week! Turns out I love the concept of soulmates way more than I originally thought, so I hope you don't mind this being pretty long ':D

Jumin

Soulmate concept: You have a mark of the first letter of your soulmate’s name on your wrist.

Jumin never liked looking at the small single-letter mark that was forever etched onto the underside of his wrist. It's not that it looked weird or unpleasant to him, quite the opposite actually. It was almost frustrating just how perfectly it fit in there, no matter how hard he would try to ignore it. No, the reason why he would always cover his wrists up with long-sleeved business suits was that he absolutely refused to accept the idea of a soulmate. At least, in a traditional sense that his father would explain it to him.

And how could he not? With the way his father would latch onto anybody whose name began with that cursed letter that was embedded onto his wrist, the idea of doing the same was borderline sickening to Jumin. In some ironic sense, by trying to find your soulmate so desperately, you would lose all sense of authenticity in your relationships. It was all about finding that so-called 'the one'.

Why would he care about that? He had Jihyun: his childhood friend of many years with whom he shared countless of precious memories to reminisce about. His memory was so precise, he could write an entire book about their friendship if put his mind to it. He had Rika, before tragically losing her along with everyone else in the RFA. If there really was such a thing as a soulmate, he thought Rika was the closest thing he ever got to it. Her name did not begin with the same letter as the one that could be seen on his wrist... But, he foolishly hoped that her real name would surprise him. Rika was the first woman in his lifetime who saw the tangled mess of threads that he had so meticulously hidden away in the deepest parts of his conscience. She saw it. And, she accepted it.

Of course, Rika was happily engaged to another. His precious best friend, nonetheless. The last thing Jumin would do is ruin the happiness of those few he holds dear. He's not his father. Besides, he has Elizabeth the 3rd. She's all the company he needs at the end of a particularly stressful day. She never judges him, and she would never go somewhere he couldn't find her.

He was fine with his current life.

By the time you came into the picture like a hurricane, Jumin was certain he would go through his entire life without worrying about that mark ever again. Surely it was just a coincidence that your name began with the very same letter as his mark. And, of course, your lovely personality and good heart were the only reasons behind his growing attachment to you the longer you two talked through your first days in their organization. What else could it be? You were a thoughtful and compassionate person. That's all there is to it.

Oh, how mortified he was when he first saw your uncovered wrist with the visible 'J' etched onto it.

You were asleep at the time, looking way too adorable for your own good as you curled into your blankets like Elizabeth the 3rd would often do as well. He didn't mean to look. Truth is, he had no idea what pushed him to gently take hold of your hand and gaze upon your wrist.

There were a lot of things he couldn't understand. And you were in the center of it all. He wanted to understand you. He wanted to understand the strange and captivating effects your every action would have on his conscience. And... most of all, he wanted to understand his own heart.

Maybe it's because, much like Rika once did, you saw the tangled threads of his heart: weaved together so tightly, it was practically impossible to discern where each thread would begin, and where it would end. He stopped trying to untangle them a long time ago. But, you were different from Rika. Ever since you met him face-to-face, you started trying to untangle those threads of his. With every kind word of yours, with every caring touch and patient gaze, you would gently detangle each tiny knot one by one. And, what shook him most of all is that...

It didn't hurt.

Was it really you helping him figure out his own detached heart, or were you just motivating him to search for those answers on his own? Jumin didn't know. All he did know at this very moment, as he stared at that single letter visible on the soft skin of your wrist, is that he felt strangely... hopeful. Just because both of your names fitted the letters of your soulmate marks didn't mean anything... It could be a mere coincidence. And yet, he couldn't logic his way out of this. Not anymore.

"Jumin...?"

He almost jumped as you suddenly opened your eyes and looked up at him with a groggy look crossing over your features. Damn it. He shouldn't have disturbed your sleep like that.

"I apologize." He swiftly let go of your wrist, absent-mindedly rubbing his fingers together without even thinking about it. "I didn't mean to wake you."

You let out a small sleepy groan, slowly sitting up in bed as you let your blanket clumsily fall from your shoulder. He tried his hardest to ignore the unfamiliar warmth in his cheeks as he took in your slightly disheveled appearance and drowsy eyes.

He wanted to touch your hair... Was it soft? It looked soft. Even when it was all messy like that.

"What were you looking at?" You asked, shifting your attention to your wrist. Some part of him wanted to change the subject, but no words came out. When was the last time he found himself so frozen on the spot? You momentarily met his gaze, a sense of understanding flashing through your eyes. Ah, so clever, as always. "Oh... Was it this?"

You caressed your soulmate's mark with the tip of your thumb, a thoughtful hum emitting from your throat. For some reason, this one simple action made his breath get caught in his throat. Before he could even think about it, Jumin reached out with his own hand, gently taking hold of your wrist again. You didn't seem to mind, just raising your eyes back up at his face as he crouched down in front of the guest bed. He let out a breath. "Yes. I just..."

He trailed off, not really knowing what he wanted to say. He decided to change the subject instead.

"...Do you believe in it?"

"In what? Soulmates?" You asked, sounding a bit puzzled as you tilted your head to the side. He drummed his fingertips against your wrist, finding this action to be oddly comforting.

"Yes."

A moment of silence passed, one that felt way longer than it actually was. Finally, you shrugged. "I don't deny it... But, It's not like finding a soulmate is all that matters in life. I'd like to believe that I will find my soulmate, whoever it is, once the time is right. Until then, I will focus on flourishing in my own way."

The smile you gave him made his chest fill up with ticklish warmth. You were truly such an admirable person. He couldn't help but be so very enamored by you. You shone so brightly, both on your own and with other people around you. Your heart was open to the world, but it was strong enough to sustain you independently. You didn't need anyone to be fulfilled, but you knew the importance of meaningful connections, and you cherished every single one of them. In Jumin's eyes, you were perfectly imperfect in that way.

"Do you believe in soulmates, Jumin?" You brought him back from his thoughts with your question, one of your hands now lightly pressing atop of his. Almost like you were testing the waters. He let it stay there.

Still, your question made him suck in a breath and look away, despite his every cell practically screaming at him to keep on looking into your eyes. "...I don't know. I never understood why everyone around me was so obsessed with finding their soulmate. My father would jump at every person whose name would begin with that cursed letter, no matter what it meant for me or anyone in the company. I think... love should be voluntary, not forced on you by some invisible force."

He could see you nodding out of the corner of his eyes. And then, he felt your thumb gently caressing the palm of his hand, this single touch making him shiver. God, what were you doing to him...?

"You have a very good point... But, I don't think a soulmate bond means that you will instantly be head over heels towards each other." You mumbled. Your words made him pause as he mulled over your point of view. Eventually, he turned back to look at you, feeling more comfortable discussing this touchy subject. He wanted to hear your thoughts. Talking to you was always so insightful and comfortable. Another thing he appreciated about you.

"Then... What do you think it means?"

You hummed. "I think... It just means that this person is your perfect match. But, this doesn't mean that just meeting them is all there is to it. You still have to learn and grow together... work on loving and understanding each other one step at a time. Does this even make sense?"

Another long pause followed as he let your words sink in for a moment.

"What if... I was your soulmate?"

Saeran

Soulmate concept: When one soulmate feels pain, the other does too

Your soulmate had to be the saddest person on this entire Earth.

It started out from such an early age, you were sure your parents were deeply concerned for you at the time. For as long as you could remember yourself, you felt it. Your soulmate would get hurt almost every day, and you had no choice but to adapt to it. At first, you were confused, upset, frustrated. And, who could blame you? You were just a kid. You couldn't possibly comprehend what you were feeling or why. You just knew it was bad, and you didn't like it.

At first, you were angry.

While your parents explained to you the concept of soulmates in the simplest way they could to someone so terribly young, you still found it so very unfair. Nobody around you seemed to struggle as much as you did. Maybe one of your playmates would suddenly start crying over an uncomfortable burning in their knee, or a stomachache, but... for you, it was very different. You felt uncomfortable and sickly almost every day. And, you had no choice but to adapt to it, whether you wanted to or not. All you could find solace in was the comforting touch of your parents as they would share a worried look, while you would curl up on their lap, whimpering about feeling so hungry and thirsty, but not actually wanting to eat or drink yourself, because it wasn't your hunger or thirst you were experiencing.

With age, came understanding.

As you grew up, you learned about how the soulmate bond would work in a more complex way than what you thought of it before. You understood that your soulmate was hurting. That they were probably very sad. And unable to do anything to change that. Your anger was replaced by sympathy. How could it be that your soulmate was growing up like this? How can that be fair? Or unchanging for so many years? You found yourself being very careful about getting hurt as you grew up. Your soulmate was already in so much pain... You didn't want them to suffer any more than they already did.

And then, came acceptance.

As years passed by, you learned a certain pattern of sorts. You learn to work around it. You learned to expect it. Your soulmate would get hurt every other week it seemed, although you couldn't really figure out if someone was hitting them, or they just were very unlucky in terms of coordination. In your teen years, something new came. You hated when something new would happen. You couldn't really figure out what it was. It was dizzying and confusing, almost like having a very mild migraine of sorts, but very far from it all the same. You would feel your head get all foggy, your throat tingling like you accidentally swallowed something very hot and spicy, and your stomach would feel achy and uncomfortable for the entirety of that day. You didn't like when that happened. But, it was something new you had to get used to now.

Just when would they finally stop hurting...?

Soulmates would share their pain with each other. It's something that was supposed to bring comfort and solace to those suffering from it. Knowing that, no matter how hard it would get, they were never truly alone. That sentimental concept, however, would shatter completely once you start thinking about other things than just mundane types of pain a perfectly healthy human being would deal with. You knew you were not alone in your predicament. Lots of people shared the similarities of your situation. But... it didn't make it any easier. Of course, you would never be able to feel the direct pain your soulmate was going through. It was just an... uncomfortable dulled out reflection of it.

When your soulmate would get hit, you would feel a sharp jolt in that same area, making you stumble a bit. Sometimes, it would even knock the air out of you, particularly whenever your soulmate would get hit in the chest. Every few months, your scalp would itch uncomfortably, making you huff and curse as you tried to ignore the irritating burning feeling the best you could. It reminded you of that one time you accidentally used too much bleach on your hair in an unfortunate hairstyling accident. You wondered why it reminded you so much of it. Surely your soulmate wouldn't fry their hair off every single time they wanted to dye their hair, right?

With how observant you've grown over the years, it didn't take you long to realize that Ray was, in fact, your soulmate. Actually, you figured it out on the third day of your stay in this place. It was obvious. Your head would ache annoyingly at the same time as him mentioning a migraine, and your fingertips would itch as you saw him nervously biting at his gloved fingers when he thought you weren't looking. That, topped over with the way you felt naturally drawn to him, made it fairly clear what was really going on here. Still, you decided not to bring it up with him.

Not yet, at least.

You cared for Ray, both because of him being your soulmate and because of your genuine affection towards him. Your affection, however, never clouded your logic. You knew that he was hiding something from you, that there was more to this place than he let on. And... you weren't sure how he would react if he found out about your soulmate bond to each other. He seemed rather attached to you... Sometimes, it was sweet and lovely. But, sometimes, it would make your heart ache as you wondered... just what did he have to go through to think so lowly of himself? To grow so desperate for companionship?

Desperation would often lead to rash decisions. Which is exactly why you were being patient. You would tell him, eventually. You just needed him to trust you more, and you wanted to grow to know him on a deeper level. You wouldn't leave his side, of that you were certain.

But... things didn't quite... went according to plan.

Yesterday, you accidentally tripped over the carpet and hit the edge of the bed with your hip quite badly. You wouldn't be surprised to see a huge purple bruise on that very same spot, to be completely honest. Surely, Ray felt that. You felt a bit bad for causing him this discomfort. This is exactly why you were being extra cheerful to him on your walk through the garden today, trying to conceal the way you would occasionally limp once you put your foot in the wrong way. It wasn't painful or anything... but, it was uncomfortable. Sadly, Ray didn't seem to buy it. Or, at least, judging by the worried look in his piercing mint eyes.

He suddenly stopped walking, just staring you down, a whole mix of conflicting emotions swirling in his gaze, making it hard for you to distinguish what is it that he was feeling at this moment. It made you a bit nervous, quite frankly. But, you tried not to make your soft smile falter. "Is something wrong?"

"You're hiding something from me."

You blinked, a bit taken aback by just how blunt he came off. He didn't sound angry or suspicious per se... You couldn't really figure out what he was thinking. You haven't seen Ray like this before. Or, at least... without him trying to hide it. You let out a breath before giving him your reply, picking your words carefully as you did. "What do you mean?"

You could see him pursing his lips, his fingers twitching as he mulled over his thoughts. He seemed a bit frustrated. Like he didn't really know what he wanted to say. It definitely made him look a bit paranoid, and you couldn't blame him. "I just... Please, you must tell me if there's something on your mind. You must. You trust me, right?"

...Did he not know the reason behind his suspicions himself?

"Of course I trust you... Ray, is something bothering you?" You tried a softer approach, hoping to get to the source of this.

He darted his eyes around the garden, not really focusing on anything in particular. Yeah, he was definitely feeling nervous. "I don't... You didn't answer my question. You're not hiding anything from me, are you?"

It seems like both of you were just going in circles. But, what else could you say? You were starting to feel a bit confused yourself. What was this about, exactly?

"Not that I know of... Say, how about we talk about this back in my room? Maybe we'll figure something out. I don't like seeing you so nervous."

You didn't mention the fact that there would be fewer ears listening in on your conversation in there. Either way, he seemed to consider your suggestion before nodding and offering you his glowed hand, which you quickly took.

"...Yes, that sounds wonderful. Thank you, Y/N." He gave you a small but genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat for a moment. He looked so pretty when he smiled...

But, as your thoughts drifted somewhere far away, centered only around Ray's delicate facial features, you completely forgot about your hip. One clumsy step and you instinctively winced, quickly placing your foot into a different position. This, however, made Ray freeze again, his hold on your hand tightening. You didn't know whether it was due to him automatically trying to hold onto you in case you would trip, or... Well, the other option concerning that special bond of yours.

"...Are you hurt?"

This time, it was your turn to avert your gaze. You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. "Ah, it's... it's nothing. Just a bruise."

"A bruise?"

Oh, God, he sounded rather... intense. You didn't know how to respond to that. You felt him take a step closer, your breath getting caught up in your throat as he did. "Where is it?"

...Should you tell him? That didn't sound like a question, more like a demand. You hesitated, unsure whether or not you should just make up some excuse. Was this really the right time to reveal that you were, in fact, his soulmate? You didn't know. You weren't ready for this turn of events at all.

"I, uh... It's nothing. I just tripped over the carpet yesterday. It's not serious, I'm just a bit sore." That was vague enough, but truthful nonetheless. You hoped your answer would suffice. Judging by the deeply troubled look on Ray's face, your hopes wouldn't be met.

Geez, he was acting like you broke your leg or something!

"Let me see." His grip on your hand tightened again as he took yet another step closer, bringing your bodies together in a way that was definitely beyond just colleagues or friends hanging out. You gulped. Again, he didn't sound angry, but... firm. A side of him you were not used to whatsoever. Still, strangely enough, it made your cheeks burn. Especially when you remembered where this bruise was exactly.

"N-no..." You shook your head, averting your gaze from him nervously. Well, there's no winning this. You'll just have to come clean. You certainly did not want Ray to get even more paranoid than he already was. "It's... It's on my hip, alright? So, it'll be... a bit embarrassing to show you, if you know what I mean."

A choked gasp was all you heard, his fingers quivering where they grasped onto your hand. Did he figure it out? You were too anxious to ask.

"Your... Your hip? You said you... you got this bruise yesterday?" He muttered, sounding both nervous and hopeful at the same time. He gently nudged you a bit closer, tilting his head to presumably take a look at your eyes. "Please... Please look at me, okay, Y/N? This is... This is important."

Of course it was important. You swallowed, feeling your heart picking up the pace as you did turn to meet his gaze. Honestly, it made your knees feel weak with just how many emotions he was looking at you. He looked like he was about to cry or laugh, or faint, and you were not sure which one of these options he would take.

You decided to just be upfront about it now. "...Did you feel it?"

His eyes widened, another strangled breath falling from his lips as he began to tremble, overwhelmed with so many different emotions. You didn't have to spell it out to him. It was obvious. This time, it was your turn to hold onto him. You had no idea what would happen after you utter those words... But, you knew there was no way around it. You were meant to meet one another. You were determined to see it through, no matter what secrets this boy kept hidden in his heart.

"You're my soulmate, Ray."

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #jumin han #han jumin #mystic messenger jumin #jumin x reader #ray choi #saeran choi #choi saeran #mystic messenger ray #ray x reader #BOY did i not expect to sit on this writing nonstop for like 2 or so hours a few days in a row #in a good way! #my creative juices were flowing! so to speak #also did i write jumin stimming? yes yes i did and i will do that again #OOF time for my fingers to rest #also a bit of danger ray? #more likely than you'd think!

[astridthevalkyrie]

tell me why I can’t actually write anything for jumin and keep writing dumb little ficlets.

this takes place after seven’s route but seven x mc never happened :) just based off one of the spaceship thoughts where jumin says that three hours of sleep is enough

Jumin’s eyes are bloodshot when he answers the door. It makes you gasp silently, and you take two seconds to take in his appearance and he yours before your hand is on his cheek.

“Are you okay?”

He flinches—you immediately retract your hand. But the hard gaze in his eye melts when he seems to fully recognize you. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d visit.” Holding up a bag with a container of soup, you offer it to him. “I know you have a chef to make you something much more nutritional and delicious, but just in case you needed a…a pick me up, I thought I’d…I just wanted to…”

You swallow, feeling yourself giving up. This is stupid. Why are you here? The security guards recognized you well enough now to let you up, but why did you think Jumin would want you here in the first place?

You’re about to leave when he reaches out and takes the bag, fingers briefly grazing yours and sending the exact same jolt through you as they did the first time he shook your hand. “Thank you,” he speaks softly, without even looking at the contents. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a…pick me up. Would you like to come inside?”

Graciously, you accept. Once you step in, you smile at Elizabeth, who regards you curiously but seems to remember you when you kneel down and stroke her head gently with two fingers. Behind you, you hear Jumin place the bag on the kitchen counter.

The penthouse, though clean as always, feels more disorganized than normal, like it’s still waiting for someone to come and live in it. You wonder, how much living has Jumin really been doing since V’s death?

“Can I get you something?” comes his voice, more hoarse than you’re used to, as though it hasn’t gotten any rest at all. Which is no surprise, given the state he’s in, bloodshot eyes and dark eyebags.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You stand up, making your way over to him. Jumin has started to rummage in his cupboard, likely looking for something to serve anyways. “Jumin.”

“Hm?”

“Jumin, I mean it, I’m not hungry.”

“Let me call the chef. He can make something light—“

“No.”

When he turns, you’re right behind him, albeit with a step to give him his space. “Jumin, when is the last time you slept?” Before he can answer you add. “Slept properly.”

Averting his eyes, Jumin seems to focus on some part of the floor. “The RFA has lost its leader. Saeyoung and his brother need security, so do you. And C&R is losing stock because of my father’s recent divorce.” You tilt down, meeting his gaze with your own set ones, demanding an answer. Jumin sighs, closing his eyes for a second.

“Three hours is more than enough for me every night.”

“Three hours!?” you cry, taking his hand in your own. “Jumin, you need to sleep!”

“I can’t,” he seethes, not angrily but determined. “There’s too many things to—“

You move without meaning to, sliding your arms around him and burying your face in his neck. There’s only so much you can stand to, and seeing him work like this, day and night, it hurts you too. You’ll never, ever regret helping Saeyoung when he needed you, but you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t neglect your friendship with Jumin.

His hands hover in the air for a second, but eventually land on your back. “I…am sorry to make you worry. There’s simply too much to do.”

“It can wait. I promise you it can wait.” Both your heads adjust on their own, his to tuck you under his chin properly, yours to breathe in his wonderfully comforting scent. Despite his obvious protests, his body melts into yours, like all he needed to completely relax was someone to just hold him. “Please at least sleep. I can call the chef for you once you wake up or I can even make something myself, but please just—“

“You’ll stay?” Jumin asks weakly, hopefully.

The sound you hear might just be your own heart breaking in two.

“Of course I’ll stay.” With one hand on his chest, you hear his heartbeat, a bit faster than your expected, but reassuring. “Unless you don’t want me to.”

“I do.”

“Then I’ll stay here as long as you need.” You’re still wrapped up in his arms, and selfishly, you don’t want to let go. You remind yourself you’re here for him, and not to flirt or to seek the comfort that only he provides. It’s time to do Jumin a favor for a change. “Don’t worry about Saeyoung and Saeran, and don’t worry about C&R. Nothing will happen if you sleep for a bit. And don’t worry about me either.”

Visibly, you see him swallow. “I…always worry about you.”

“There’s no need to when I’m right here, right?” Never mind that his concern for you makes your heart skip a beat. “You know that I’m safest here in the penthouse with you. So it’s okay. Don’t worry about me, I’m safe.”

Then, your body moves on its own again, and you kiss his forehead. Jumin’s eyes flutter close. Softly, he nods.

After doing a quick mental victory dance, you tug him by the cuffs of his shirt to the bedroom. Like you’re his girlfriend or wife nagging him.

No. No. None of that.

You sit on the opposite side of the bed, expecting him to simply lay down normally, but Jumin is gone. You can tell that the second he let himself relax even a bit, his tiredness him him all at once. Instead of slipping under the sheets, he collapses on the bed, resting his head on your lap.

Any protest you might have had that this wasn’t good for his neck is silenced the second he presses into your stomach, his breath evening out.

Okay, maybe this was fine. It’s not like you invited him to do it, you were just being a good friend. And if you began to stroke the soft strands of his hair between your fingers, then that was just being an extra good friend. He seems to like it, a low purr coming from his throat.

You bite back a smile. It seems he and Elizabeth share more similarities than some would think.

Finally, Jumin looks peaceful. Somewhat blissfully, you tuck a tuft of his hair behind his ear and sit back, guarding over the man as sleep totally, completely takes him.

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Fun At The Arcade

Saeyoung tries to get Saeran to open up to stuff slowly.

(I'm back, kinda :) )

It wasn't unusual for the older redhead brother to try and get Saeran to slowly get used to more stuff.

A new arcade had opened up and Saeyoung was eager to try it out and he wanted Saeran to come along as well.

A problem was that Saeran didn't really wanted to be around many people which Saeyoung didn't mind. The older brother spend quite some time trying to figure out a time where they wouldn't be many people around.

He also wanted for Saeran to try the games there, they could be very fun! Not to mention, you also get prizes for playing them, he thought it would be a nice bonding experience between them.

Although he mentioned it to Saeran, the younger brother just shrugged about it, not really against it but not something he was really into.

Which lead to them never really planning it out.

That was until one of those nights where Saeyoung was sitting in the kitchen, only a small light shining it's way onto the whole place as he sat down on one of the chairs, munching on a clumsy sandwich he had made.

Sure, he was getting and eating healthier, but there would still be nights where he couldn't sleep.

Scrolling through countless pictures and videos of cute cats, he felt himself snickering to himself, sometimes trying to supress his loud laughter at the hilarious ones he finds.

He would usually tend to sleep during the mornings or a little later after calming down with adorable videos, even talking with the RFA helped, especially since he didn't have work now.

But tonight, it looked like Saeran didn't go to dream land as well.

Saeran gently groaned at the gentle light as he rubbed his eye with the back of his hand, making his way towards the source, where his brother was. He wished he could just walk back to his room but he just stayed there, staring groggily at him.

"O-Oh, Saeran.." Saeyoung immediately would always hear him. "I'm sorry, did I wake you..?" He asked softly with some shame on his voice, which only confused the younger brother.

"No." He simply answered as he slowly walked through the kitchen, reaching for anything sweet he could consume to forget his night thoughts, even if it's for a bit.

Saeran decided to go for the usual tasty ice cream as he placed a bit in a cup before sitting on the same table as Saeyoung, although he chose the farthest seat still.

Saeran's eyes adjusted to the gentle light more as he stared down at his ice cream, waiting for it to be a bit more warm before taking the smallest bite. He let out a small hum as he swallowed.

At this point, both brothers just looked like they were gonna stay up the entire night and Saeyoung seemed to be well aware of this.

"Hey uh.." Saeyoung softly spoke up kinda, to not startle Saeran. "It doesn't seem like we are gonna sleep soo.. wanna head out?" He asked. Even though a lot of times Saeran just shots his plans down, it seemed better than staying in awkward silence.

Saeran was quietly eating his ice cream as he looked over at Saeyoung. The older brother couldn't really figure out his expression, since the soft light was behind him. Saeyoung gulped a little as he continued.

"We can ride on my ba- ahem, my car." He shyly corrected himself and Saeran let out a small exhale as he thought about it.

He COULD spend the rest of the night on his room, but he felt like his thoughts are just gonna come back to bite at him. He felt his eyebrows furrow a bit as he took the last bite of his ice cream. Saeyoung nervously fidgeted with his phone as he waited for Saeran's answer, worrying if he made him mad or anything.

"Fine, but get me some ice cream later." He said lowly as he got up to put away the cup with the spoon before going to put on his shoes. Saeyoung went to grab money to buy things and put them in his wallet. It didn't take long to get ready as they went to the garage to get a car.

Getting in the car and taking off was pretty much done in silence. Saeran looked outside the window as he rested his chin on his hand while Saeyoung kept watch on the road in front of him. His eyes wandering to potential open places maybe he and his brother could go to and spend some time in.

Saeran just thought about how weird this situation was right now. In the first months, he would just not be near Saeyoung at all. Even finding small excuses to not stick around, spending most of his time in his room or his garden.

Even if he knew deep down his older brother didn't really seem to be dangerous, things just felt.. awkward. Although with his therapy and time, things did get better between them, somewhat.

"Oh..! Saeran..!" Saeyoung snapped his brother out of his thoughts as he slowed down, pointing towards what seemed to be an arcade. "Look, wanna check it out? It's really fun, I promise you!" He held somewhat hopeful eyes towards his brother who stared at the arcade, thinking about what he will do.

What was it even like? Don't you just play games there? He never really got the full picture. Should he go in?

"Uhm.." He stood up kinda straight as he played with his hands unconsciously. "Whatever, sure." He didn't wanted to think about anything more since the car ride was so quiet. Saeran guessed that anything that didn't make him think could be somewhat better, maybe.

Saeyoung's eyes widened but he just smiled like a little kid and nodded. He carefully parked and slowly got off the car as he took a deep breath. The night wind was cold but fresh which made him sigh softly. He wasn't really used to being this free. Saeyoung looked back at Saeran who got off the car and he locked it before looking at his brother for a split second.

Going towards the arcade, Saeyoung observed Saeran in the corner of his eyes. It still hurt to see him this timid and he couldn't help but remember how Saeran probably hasn't gotten outside much, if not at all just like him. Saeran was taking some distance away from him as he walked a little slower than him.

Going in, the quite warm air of the arcade welcomed them. Saeyoung didn't expect for a few people to still be here but he figured that it's enough for Saeran to not feel so overwhelmed.

Although he still kept an eye on the other redhead, Saeyoung only wanted to make sure he is okay.

Saeran slowly blinked to get a bit more used to the bright lights coming from the place and some games. Though, they were enough to catch his eyes. The prizes inside were bright and definitely eye catching. Saeran thought some looked ridiculous but some did look kinda.. cute.

Saeran fidgeted with the bottom of his shirt. Should he go towards them? Wouldn't he look weird?

"Saeran, here." Saeran quickly looked towards Saeyoung with wide eyes while the older brother handed him two full cups full of arcade coins. Saeran hesitantly took them as he stared at them, confused.

"These are arcade coins. You use them on any machine you want here!" Saeyoung's bright smile shined through as he gestured towards some of the arcade games. "Go on, try one."

Saeran looked towards them before exhaling as he made his way slowly towards a machine. It was a claw machine which had some small cute prizes inside. Some of them were plushies, some were simple objects.

Saeran decided to go for this small plushie. It had some fitting bright colors which captured his eyes, but he couldn't help but stare at the controls of the machine, trying to understand how this game works exactly.. even though there's two controls.

"Pssst, Saeran..!" Saeran sighed as he looked at his brother. "Here, you insert a coin over here and with this, you.. move this claw thingy right there." Saeyoung moved the claw around for Saeran to see. "And with this button, you press it when you want it to go down to try and grab the sweet prize~!" Saeyoung snickered as he moved away for Saeran to try.

The older brother eagerly watched as Saeran tried a lot of times to get it but failing. He only seemed to do small progress but he silently gave up as he stepped away from the machine.

"This is stupid." He huffed as he furrowed his eyebrows, getting a small headache from how annoying that arcade machine was. "How are you even supposed to win that dumb prize?"

"Ah.." Saeyoung sweated a bit as he looked back at machine. He felt bad that Saeran was feeling like that. "Hmm.. I'll get it for you, brother!" He chuckled as he stepped forward and inserted a coin inside. Saeran just sighed as he watched from the side. He saw how his older brother struggled a bit as well before trying some weird tricks to push the plushie even more towards the exit.

In the end, Saeyoung emerged victorious and held the plushie up as he laughed.

"Here, Saeran." He smiled as he handed him the plushie. Saeran took it and couldn't help but pause before gently squeezing it, the way it was made was very soft and it helped to slowly calm Saeran down.

"...Thanks, i guess." Saeran mumbled loud enough as Saeyoung tried his best to contain his happiness. Saeyoung looked around to see more great prizes and he felt himself getting excited.

"Say, Saeran? Want to check more things? Rely on me to get you everything you want!" He giggled cheerfully as he awaited Saeran's response. Saeyoung didn't mind ending it here, though. He only wanted what Saeran wanted.

And as he saw Saeran slowly nod, the two of them spend the rest of their time looking for and winning things they wanted.

And they won a lot, too.

Saeyoung was very glad they all could fit in the car as well. He felt giddy and happy as he put them inside, watching them staying on his back seats like they are new friends as well.

He also hunted for any shops that sold ice cream and got a little.. too much of it. With the excuse that their new friends wanted some as well.

Surprisingly, the ride back home didn't feel so awkward. Saeyoung just felt glad while Saeran felt calm, even though the world around them was so dark at this time.

Back home, Saeyoung casually gave all the prizes to his brother. It was early morning and Saeyoung decided to maybe try to sleep for once that day.

Saeran instead, spend time trying to decorate his room with the prizes. He couldn't help it but they felt nice, like something fresh in his dark room.

He felt a small smile making it's way to his face as he checked them all once more. They were really comfortable and soft to hold, Saeran just felt good holding them. His room had a lot of space for setting them all up, too.

And while putting them up nicely, the redhead couldn't help but feel nice and calm. He wasn't able to think about anything bad as he focused on the texture or softness of the prizes he was glad to have.

Even if he still took a while to sleep, Saeran was able to sleep more easier than usual.

Maybe he'll get more things for his room in the future..

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Hugs That Linger

✦Zen x fem!Reader ✦ Words: 1310

Zen is a touchy person by nature around people he cares about. It’s something he’s often teased about by the other RFA members and something often speculated about by the members of his fanclubs. Was the arm he offered to his latest castmate as she descended the stairs on those treacherous heels chivalrous or romantic? Surely it had to have meant something more (it didn't). It didn’t stop the speculations running wild, though.

He loves to throw his arm over his friends’ shoulders when they’re laughing over something ridiculous. After a few drinks, he always slaps Yoosung’s shoulder and gives him life advice that he insists is important (despite Yoosung’s protests). He hugs everyone in greeting when he sees them and throws around affectionate nicknames like it’s nothing to him.

She is no exception. From the day she started working with the RFA, he has been calling her cute nicknames and hugging her and patting her head when he’s proud of her. Little things that have slowly accumulated into a little collection in her mind that she often runs through (most often subconsciously before she falls asleep).

But she is sure that she isn’t making things up when she catches him looking at her with a warmth and affection that makes her cheeks burn, or when he holds her hand when they’re leaving the theatre after another successful show. It can’t just be his playful nature catching her off-guard, can it?

She wouldn’t know what to do with herself and her growing feelings if it turned out to be true.

The crowds at the stage door every night are getting bigger. Everyone is carrying little gifts for Zen or photographs they’d like to be autographed. She stands in the middle of the crowd with everyone else, hoping to surprise him. She managed to get tickets for tonight's show by chance and didn't have time to tell him she'd be there. She’s holding a bouquet of flowers, just a small token to show him how proud she is of him.

When he finally emerges, the crowd cheers his name and she can just about make out the bashful pride on his face as he greets his fans. This is what he was made for, the life he was always supposed to lead, she thinks. And yet, there’s something flat about the look. As if there is something he’s missing.

He starts greeting the fans at the front of the crowd one by one, taking a moment with each to ask for their names and to sign an autograph for them (she remembers just a few days ago he was absentmindedly signing a piece of paper during an RFA meeting, trying to get the flourish of his pen just right).

He hasn’t spotted her yet – she doesn’t blame him. The crowd is big and everyone makes the most of the time they spend in his presence. And to his credit, he gives everyone their moment to shine. He thanks them individually for supporting him, repeats their name back to them (which never fails to make them smile) and flashes them the unforgettable Zen smile.

He also gives each of them a quick hug or a shoulder squeeze. A quick touch of contact as if to say this is real. She finds herself mentally taking note of these moments as they pass. How strange.

Eventually, he gives the crowd a quick scan again and spots her amongst the fans.

All at once, his expression brightens up and turns into a look of unbridled excitement. It fills out that last thing that was missing from his expression, makes it look finally complete. He calls her name and urges people to make way for her to get to him. She quickly joins him at the front of the crowd and, without hesitation, he pulls her into a tight hug, one arm wrapped around her waist, palm holding her body close to his, and the other behind her head, supporting her as he lifts her off the ground slightly. She still holds the flowers in one hand, but he hasn’t noticed them yet.

All she can do is wind her arms around his neck and hold on and enjoy the warmth radiating off of him. She feels safe, wrapped up in him like this, trusts that he will hold her safely until he chooses to set her down again. And then, absentmindedly, as she is noting the smell of his shampoo still lingering in his hair, she realizes that for all the hugs he has given today, none have been like this. He holds her like she is something precious.

“I’m so happy to see you, babe,” he murmurs into her hair.

She pretends that his statement doesn’t set off a million tiny fireworks in her stomach.

She isn’t sure for how long the hug lasts, only that it is over too soon, and that it felt like both an eternity and like a second (and that she wants to hug him again the second he sets her down).

Finally, she is able to present him the flowers, and he beams as he takes the bouquet gently from her hands. Before their exchange ends and he has to go back to greeting his fans, he turns to her and says, “Will you wait with me until it’s time to go?”

As if she can say no to those eyes.

“Of course, Zen.”

He grins. “Great, then I’ll walk you home!”

The rest of the crowd passes surprisingly quickly. You exchange a few words with some fans before they leave (and dodge some questions about your relationship to Zen that you don’t yet have the answers to). Every so often, he will turn to her with a look of disbelief on his face as if to say can you believe that this is happening? It’s contagious and by the time he is greeting and thanking the last fans, his smile is mirrored on her face.

Once the last fans leave, he throws his arm over her shoulders to pull her close to him again. It seems like second nature, as if he doesn’t even have to think about it. She, on the other hand, is thinking about it (a lot). Though, she tries to play it cool. She reaches for his hand that is resting over her shoulder and holds it there securely so he can’t slip away from her.

The walk back to her home is quiet, comfortable. They talk about the show, about her day, about everything they had missed out on since the last RFA meeting. Time passes without either of them seeming to notice and, even though they took the long way back to her house, they seem to arrive at her door all too quickly.

“Well…” he says, not yet pulling away from her.

“Well…” she replies, clinging to his hand harder. “Thank you for walking me home.”

“Anytime, Princess.”

He finally moves, but it’s not to pull away. He turns slightly, and pulls her close to him again, both his hands draped across her waist. Where the last hug was firm, this one is soft. Gentle.

She responds in turn, wrapping her arms over his shoulders and holding him tight. This hug definitely goes on for longer than hugs usually do, but neither of them seem to care. Before he pulls away, she takes a leap of courage. She is spurred on by the warmth of his embrace, by the lingering scent of his cologne and the realisation of how right it feels to be held by him this way. It all gives her the boost she needs to angle her face slightly and murmur into his ear, “Zenny, would you like to come inside?”

He shivers, and she feels every movement against her body.

"Yes," he replies, his voice husky.

#the cold has tried to keep me down but goddamn if i wasn't going to finish this fic #my writing #mystic messenger #mystic messenger zen #mystic messenger hyun ryu #mysme hyun #mysme hyun ryu #mystic messneger hyun #mysme zen #mandimegatron #blogiversary 2

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Hey, I wanted to go to HC for a friendship between MC and Jumin. I could imagine it being fun to be friends with someone like Jumin :)

Jumin is the kind of person you want to be friends with without a doubt.

He values communication more than anything and if you want to have a conversation with somebody about anything and everything that you could possibly think of? That is the man you want to speak to. He will talk for hours and hours and hours and nothing will get in the way of that.

Being his friend means that you get to see a side of him that nobody else gets to see. It means you get to see him being his genuine self. Somebody who loves to enjoy things that people don't expect. He'll tell you about magic and the supernatural because that is something near and dear to his heart that he doesn't talk to anybody about, even the other members of the RFA don't know everything he's all excited about.

Being close to him is allowing yourself the opportunity to know what it looks like to see somebody's eyes light up for the first time after seeing somebody engage with something they love. Don't think that he won't return the same luxury to you. After all, Jumin is someone who wants to learn about the rest of the world, no matter what it is, and whatever you're passionate about, share it with him. He wants to know anything and everything there is to know. 

Long, late-night conversations are what you get with him. It's the way he's always shared friendship with those closest to him. Jihyun knows those conversations well. In the best outcome, you'll find him there alongside the two of you, talking about anything that comes to mind.

Because, in the happiest ending, in the best world, you get to see a long-lasting friendship continue despite the odds and that's poetic in its own way. Seeing the two of them talk will draw you in like nothing else, and they make every point to make sure you're involved with the conversation. Nobody gets talked over. It's kind of cheesy, but that's life with Jumin as a friend. He loves to have his friends over to talk as much as possible—to catch up on everything so no details are lost to time.

His sense of humor is like nothing else. Once you get to know him intimately, you start to realize just how hilarious he can be in the middle of a conversation. In fact, most of the time, nobody notices that he is telling a joke because he can be straightforward and deadpan. It's to his benefit because that makes his jokes that much more hilarious, as he knows how to deliver his humor in such a way that it hits with the right audience.

Once you see him for who he is, you'll wonder why anybody ever thought he could be a robot with how much humanity and humor lives in his mind. 

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

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

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

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

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

You grin. “In our pajamas?” 

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

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

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

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

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

#this is short and sweet #work has been kinda hectic lately so I've been prioritizing self care and I haven't had much time to edit/post #but here I am! #for the record this is one of my favorite wintertime daydream scenarios #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble #saeran choi #choi saeran

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Scenario: RFA + Ray with a sick MC

Zen:

• it took him a good hour to notice something was off

• usually you’re the one up first, attempting to get him up. But today was his turn.

• if anything he was a bit confused. I mean you just laid there, awake, sniffling.

• Zen then asks you what’s wrong. You explain you don’t feel like getting out of bed and you felt off

• Nonetheless, he was worried. Zen decided to stay home and help you feel better.

• He sung for you and acted out your favorite scenes from his plays with you attempting not to pull his head off due to your headache

• Every now and then he would ask if you’re ready to start walking around just to see where your stand point was.

• you both settle down and he cuts to the chase asking you if you need to talk to someone or go to the hospital, you replied, you just didn’t feel it today and you were really off..

•he couldn’t help but become concerned through the day. Surprisingly (maybe not surprising)  he is clingy, holding you not afraid of getting sick himself.

• He could only do so much, and you bet he did the most he could to make you feel better

Yoosung:

• Today was the day Yoosung came to visit you after class

• With it being Five PM, he raced to your place so you all could hang out

• He unlocks the door and notices no sounds or anything going.

•  You weren’t quite awake, Still in bed 

• Maybe you were waking up from a nap he thought?

•his concern began to grow. We’re you depressed? You were dying?!

 Maybe you didn’t get any sleep last night. He slowly walks into your room and sees you laying there, asleep. With a rag on your forehead

• His eyes widen, coming to your side to feel your forehead.

•Yoosung then crawls on you, smothering you in kisses.”babee, are you feeling okayyyy?”

• The blonde boy heard a groan from underneath. “You’ll get sick if you continue this, Yoosung.” He just frowns, “ I don’t mind. Let me take care of you!”

•Yoosung knew you didn’t want to get him sick, but he couldn’t help wanting to take care of you.

•He finally lets go of you, and you begin to have a sneeze fit. Poor boy is concerned. “let me cook something for you!”

• Yoosung finally comes to the rescue with your favorite soup, his emotion wouldn’t change from worried and concerned as you slowly sipped the soup

• Later, he decides to stay the night. You both finally snuggle up to each other, Yoosung then begins to sneeze (and freaks out) 

Jumin:

It was an important day for Jumin at work. Many investments finally came through. He got up for work and got ready.

About to head out of the door. he noticed you weren’t there for see him off for work. He was confused. If you were playing a game with him it wasn’t funny.

“MC?” He paced around the house looking for you, until he saw you still in bed. Abnormal, He thought. Pushing the fear aside, he thinks nothing of it. kissing your forehead to leave for work, feeling it was a bit hot, but maybe you were just over heated and didn’t think much of it.

To make sure he was overthinking, he pulled the covers off you a bit, you were still on fire.

With how he was a bit concerned for you through the day, he decided to come home to have lunch with you, only to find you still in bed. By then it was truly a concern. You were awake? ‘MC, what's the meaning of this? You’re not out of bed?” His tone was a bit straight forward

You groaned trying to sit up, Jumin noticed how pale and weak you were and immediately came to your side. He felt your head again and you were heated up. “You’re being loud Jumin..-” You quickly cover your mouth, coughing, then you began to sniffle.

 “I’m sorry dear. Let me go make a few calls. stay put.” Jumin takes Elizabeth out of the room and calls Jaehee about how you’re not feeling good so he must stay home, and then calls his doctor.

Jumin comes back in the room with vicks rub, two masks, and a pair of blue gloves. He directs you to sit up, you lifted your shirt and places it smoothly a kiss on your back then started applying.

Jumin decided the best course of action was to not leave you alone and to do the rest of his work at home.

•The doctor then arrives with a few nurses and checks you out. Simple case of the flu, and he sets you up with medication. 

• Jumin had no intentions on catching the flu from you, he kept contact but not too much. “You need to feel better.”

Jaehee: 

• You all were sitting outside, enjoying a bottle of wine, when suddenly you felt a bit off, You decide it would be best if you would drink water and lay down. 

• The next day, You woke up extremely late for your day. You felt horrible, So, you decided to call Jaehee and tell her how you felt. This didn’t feel like a hangover. Sadly she couldn’t make it back home and she quickly hung the phone up due to being in a meeting.

• You understood so you took care of yourself. You knew if she could be there for you she really would. Took medicine, a shower, and ate the best you could. 

• Later that night when she came home, she found you on the couch watching Zen’’s DVD”s. “Honey...Are you feeling oka-..” She then noticed a box of tissues, vicks, and soup bowls. 

• She quickly got changed and came to the rescue. The rest of the night, She took care of you. Planting kisses in safe areas, and cleaning up the messes. 

• You both began to relax  on the couch and talk about the music pieces he sung.

Normally, it is rare for her to come home with no work at all, So you assumed she put it off for the time being to make sure you’re okay which was true.

Seven: 

usually, Youre up around, cleaning, cooking, reading. but youre dead in the bed asleep and in pain

A headache? like really bad headache

Seven doesnt quite noticed at first, he cut to the assumption youre just slacking today until he asks you to get him a drink

with nothing of a response, he gets a bit agitated until he looks over at you, completely still in bed.

Ah, yeah shes out for a reason. 

With his computer next to his bed, his head is continuously checking back and forth from his PC to his sick sleeping girlfriend

Any time you would groan for something, there would be a *click, click* “Don’t worry” *click click* and a rushing boyfriend racing to grab what you need

When His break times would come around, he would cuddle you to spend time, kissing you, being super personal

Seven would make sure you were comfortable with feeling awful

If you were throwing up, Seven would hold your hair up and help you clean up right after. 

To try and cheer you up, He would dress up as a doctor, along with a face mask and a keyboard. To play ‘pretend’ This would def. make you feel so much better

When his work day was over, all of his attention would be on you and your desires. 

When you woke up, you woke up to a sick Seven, with his head in his pillow, snoring.

Ray: 

You both had a date to the aquarium planned today. 

Last night before you all fell sleep, He held onto you whispering how

 excited he was to spend the day with you away from work. 

As the morning approached, You both got out of bed excited.

Unfortunately, you felt a little unbalanced, you didn't think much of it

UNTIL you all finished breakfast. You felt nauseous. 

As ray was rubbing his thumb on your hand smiling at you explaining how happy he was to enjoy breakfast with you, you gagged

Taken aback, he gasps a little as you rush to the toilet. 

Yeah plans are canceled. He rushes right behind you and holds your hair up the best he can. As he also rubs your back, he was wildly concerned.

He helped you clean up and to bathe. He also carries us bridal style??? the the bedroom for us to rest.

Completely throwing away your date plans, hes feeling your neck and forehead. He does not care about those plans, Although it would be nice to see fishys. 

You continuously apologize, feeling guilty for puking? but he persists and hushes you with the soft words, “Hey...hey...hey, shhh....its not your fault, just rest.” 

Those words left you feeling Light and calm. Knowing you’re in good hands, for all the times he had to care for himself.

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[saralovesyouu]

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HOHOHO hi there darling, I saw that you write for mystic messanger and ahhh~ I'm so glad. That games got me in a LITTERAL chokehold the last few days I Litteraly can't focus on anything else beside it...haha anyways onto the request

I read your rules and everything so I think I'm good to go

I was thinking

Zen x reader first kiss maybe imagine or headcanons or whatever youre more comfy with

Anyways love you don't forget to eat and drink (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

Zen x reader (gn) — First kiss.

Aww you’re so sweet, and I can do both since I don’t have anything else to do atm!! Also I didn’t know if you wanted it to be fem or masc reader so it’s gn! And I didn’t know if you meant reader/Zen’s first kiss or the first kiss in the relationship, so I just made it so it was the first kiss in the relationship, but if you meant smth else lmk and I’ll re-write it! Sorry that it’s a bit short, if you wanted it to be longer I could write more!

- I would think Zen wouldn’t be very shy about kissing you, even if it’s your first kiss (in the relationship..)

- I feel like the first thing Zen would do almost immediately after you officially got together—would be kissing you. But ofc he would wait until you’re ready to cause he loves you and don’t wanna make you uncomfy.

- Yk how he’s always flirty in his route? I feel like he would try to make it less.. obvious that he wanted to kiss you but still flirts with you to the point of HINTING that he wants to.

- If you don’t catch onto it, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you straight, and would even tease you if you got flustered.

- But overall I feel like he’d be very patient and wouldn’t want to rush you if you wanted to wait until you felt the moment was right. <3

You and Zen were currently laying down on the grass, watching as the stars twinkled and shimmered, pointing at every odd shape some of them formed. He had invited on you on a picnic, in the place he would hide away to, he thought what better than to be there, no one to interrupt, just you and him with the crickets in the background.

It was nice, not having to worry about Zen’s fans following you both around and pestering you. It was also nice to not have the chaos of RFA, just the two of you. Nothing more than the sound of crickets chirping every now and then, and the slight breeze that rustled the grass. To Zen, it was perfect. Just laying with you, all alone with only the stars as your witness.

Zen turned to you, his gaze loving as he reached to caress your face.

“Hey?” You giggled, turning on your side so now you were face-to-face with him.

“Hey.” He smiled warmly at you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer.

You two stayed there for a moment or two, maybe longer, but you didn’t know. All you knew is that you were laying there, safe and comfortable. The only light there was the small lamp Zen had brought, which perfectly illuminated your face. To him, you looked absolutely stunning, perfect in his eyes.

His gaze which was once set on your eyes, moved down to your soft lips. You two haven’t kissed once in the relationship, but he was just waiting for you to be ready.

While you were waiting for the perfect moment.

There was no rushing this pure night, holding each other so close, that it felt impossible to be even closer.

You turned your head slightly, gazing up at the stars and the moon. “The moon.. it looks beautiful, doesn’t it?” You asked with a smile, gazing back into his crimson eyes.

“Never as beautiful as you.” He teased, but he wasn’t smirking—he was genuinely smiling.

Your face flushed, and with a huff, you shifted your gaze back to the sky.

“Hey..” he cooed, grabbing your chin gently so you would look back at him “you know I love you, right?”

Right then and there, your heart fluttered, and it felt as if a million butterflies were swarming in a tornado-like way inside of your stomach.

“Yeah..” was what you managed to reply, then whispering a “..I love you too.”

He smiled at you once more, his gaze trailing back to your lips. Oh how badly he wanted to kiss you, and you noticed. You noticed how he looked at your lips for a moment too long before flickering back to your eyes, but you took it as he might be a bit sleepy, and thought nothing of it.

Zen wanted to get frustrated, he wanted to be closer to you, but he just couldn’t. He wanted to be patient with you, he didn’t want you to run from him because he was rushing or being too pushy. But he just couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your entire face flushed bright red, as your eyes darted back to his. “What?” you uttered, thinking maybe you heard him wrong.

But this only made him even more determined.

“I said,” he murmured, reaching to caress your face in his hands. His hands felt soft against your skin, as if they were meant to hold you. “Can I kiss you?”

“I..” you were too flustered to speak, heart pounding in your chest—so loudly you thought he might hear it. It wasn’t for a while that you finally managed to give a shy nod, and that’s all it took for Zen.

Zen quickly leaned in, eager to feel his lips against yours, impatient to kiss you. He smiled when you let out a surprised squeak, but returned his kiss after a few moments. He pulled away, slowly and reluctantly, he felt his heart swell at the sight of you.

Your cheeks were flushed, and you were breathing a bit heavily from how flustered you were. It wasn’t long before he leaned back in, and kissed you once again.

It was perfect, you and him, kissing under the moonlight with no fangirls in sight, and no one there to bother you. Just Zen and his lovely partner, kissing under the blanket of stars.

(A/N) : I got so excited when I saw something in my inbox more like when I got the notification and I wanted to say thank you sm for requesting this! It was really fun to write, and if you want me to fix anything just say the word and I’ll make any adjustments you want! Sorry for writing so much in an author’s note, it’s just this is the first ask I’ve gotten and I’m really happy about it. :)

Also it’s proofread! I made sure to double check for spelling errors and grammar mistakes, so if I missed something hopefully I didn’t lmk! Also lmk if you want me to change smth in it, but overall tysm for requesting this.

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[xelasrecords]

Wedding Scene

Han Jumin x Reader

Sometimes good things come to an end. Although you don't love them anymore, you can still want the best for them. Can be read as the continuation of Greatest Kindness.

Words: 2.1k

Masterlist Read on AO3

Jumin was getting married and you were not going to be his bride.

There was a time when standing beside him on the altar would be a possibility, but at this time, you were destined to watch him from the side of the aisle, clapping for him, listening to whispers of how beautiful his bride was, and how lovestruck and tearful he looked. At this time, the impossible had happened. He had moved on from you. He had found someone whom he would keel over in happiness for.

You watched him watching her. This was what you wanted. This was what you had chosen.

But your breath caught when you saw Jumin hold the bride's hand, not because of his display of affection, but for the tiny detail that no one seemed to notice. The secret gesture meant just for the two of them, his thumb brushing her skin in a slow circular motion and how she could breathe easier after. It was a gesture he used to do with you.

Did it mean anything to you then? Was it a perfunctory motion that you took for granted or was it something you took comfort in? You couldn't remember—it had been years since you broke up with him.

It had been years, and you were still here.

When they were pronounced as husband and wife, everyone in the ballroom held their breath. When they kissed, the crowd erupted and the cameras flashed. You applauded too, grateful that Jumin found someone who would love him and stand by him forever. You knew you couldn't be that person for him, but there was no satisfaction in being proven right. Your lips wobbled and you pressed them together into a firm line.

Under the glittering glass dome at night, the married couple performed their first dance together. Hands on waist and shoulders and forehead on each other's, they swayed to a romantic tune played by the live orchestra. The bride and the groom were an exquisite pair. They had their attention on no one but each other, speaking with their eyes in a language familiar only to them. The smile, the occasional laughter, the embrace.

Then impossibly, Jumin's eyes flitted to the crowd and spotted you. Had you been younger and more excitable, your heart would have skipped a beat. But there was nothing exciting about this, though it was nothing dreadful either. You smiled and gave your best reassuring nod. He smiled back—not the admiring type reserved for his wife, but a gentle one that spoke of the camaraderie from the olden times.

He mirrored your nod and shifted his attention to his wife. One last spin and the dance was concluded. When Jumin made his way with her to you, fingers linked together, you found that your knees were locked. "Allow me to introduce you to our esteemed coordinator of RFA, my dear," said Jumin.

You shook their hands. "Congratulations to both of you. The dance was marvellous, and look at you!" You turned to the bride. "That gown fits you so well. You're beautiful."

"Thank you, I had to stop Jumin from blasting 'Beautiful in White' when he first saw me." She laughed. "I've heard a lot of good things about your work. This guy here got nothing but praise for you."

"You deserve the serenade." You chuckled. "And I was under regular threats to be kicked out of the organisation if I didn't do well, so I didn't exactly have a choice."

"There was always a choice," Jumin interjected. "You could've abandoned us, but you chose to stay."

Did you, though? Sure, you stayed, but you also left them in shambles. Your breakup strained your relationship with RFA. And by falling out of love, you abandoned Jumin. The guilt followed you around even when you could see how much happier he had become.

This regret had more to do with you being unable to leave things behind rather than wanting him back. Jumin was right. You couldn't abandon people and live with yourself. Wasn't that one of the reasons you ended up here at this wedding? You were chasing your own tail, hoping that one day you could bite it off but never dared to. You were afraid of what would happen if you could actually catch it.

But you kept those thoughts locked inside your head and chirped lightly, "As I said, I was threatened."

Jumin eyed you, then decided to play along. "That just means you have proven that you work well under pressure."

It was a familiar compliment, but it somehow felt wrong to hear, like putting on a worn-out shirt that made you slip into another time where you didn't belong. It wasn't yours to bask in anymore.

His wife touched his arm. "See what I mean? I'll leave you two to catch up. It's time for me to be the celebrity among my friends." She glanced at the group of people waiting for her across the room, phones and cameras ready at their disposal.

Jumin kissed her forehead. "Show me the pictures later, love."

After she left, the two of you were left with a chasm so wide that you had no clue how to cross it. What could fill the untouched silence that had stretched on for years? After your breakup, you only approached Jumin for charity-related issues, and he respected the line you drew. You kept things formal. You kept your distance. He kept his heart from being broken by you again.

Jumin broke the silence first. "You look radiant. I don't recall you ever wearing your hair like that."

You touched your hair and tucked the flying strands behind your ear. "Thank you, it's a new thing I'm trying."

"Innovative. It looks good on you."

"I know, you've said it twice already," you quipped.

Jumin looked at you with a strange wistfulness, so you chuckled to brush it away and were relieved when he did the same. "Right, I did," he gave in. "I appreciate you attending my wedding tonight. I wasn't sure you would come."

"It wouldn't be right if I didn't attend just because of our history. It's been a long time ago, and I still care about everyone in the RFA."

"If that's the case, then I understand. The RFA is important to me too, although I'm not sure where the rest of the members are right now." Jumin craned his neck to spot anyone with striking mint, silver, red, or blond hair, or even the brunette woman that he saw at the office every day but failed to find them.

"They're probably hoarding the buffet or making very good use of the photo booth," you guessed.

"I wouldn't be surprised," he said.

You lapsed into another silence. Had it always been this difficult to talk to Jumin? You never had to rummage through superficial niceties before. You expected him to be uncomfortable, but he was merely watching you, studying you with the same intensity he always possessed.

You cleared your throat. "The decorations are splendid, by the way. You have good taste in design." You waved at the floral arrangement on the pillars nearby and the chandelier above.

"I used to read this fairytale picture book when I was a child. It featured a magnificent wedding venue like this and I wanted to recreate it. Fortunately, my wife is fond of the idea and let me live out my childhood dream." Jumin glanced at her entertaining the guests on the other side of the room, his gaze tender and adoring.

You doubted he knew what kind of expression he was wearing. Did he use to look at you with as much love too? The answer didn't matter now. "You've always had great ideas, Jumin. I'd be more surprised if you couldn't make this happen."

"You're kind to say that," commented Jumin. "I knew it. You haven't changed that much. You've always been a nice person."

Was not changing something to be proud of? You had been the same for years, stuck in the same place while everyone was progressing in their life. Look at Jumin, look at how happy he was. You were desperate to get out of the empty husk that you caged yourself in. You wanted to be free from those sleepless nights. You wanted to breathe again.

"A nice person wouldn't hurt you like I did," you said quietly.

Jumin stepped closer to you, voice firm. "Do you think just because someone is nice, they have to do nice things all the time? That's a rather extreme belief to adopt. When you asked for a breakup, you worded it as gently as possible. You didn't just leave without an explanation. You still cared for my feelings even when you thought you were doing something awful. A bad person wouldn't do that."

You blinked and huffed out a laugh. "I can't believe you used that as the example."

"After we broke up, it was all I was worried about. I knew you, and I was afraid you would beat yourself up over it." Jumin's tone had dropped low enough that nobody but you could hear his words.

"And I was worried you would isolate yourself and close yourself off from everyone. But you're here now, so all is well." The smile you gave him was a genuine one. You were happy for him, no matter how remorseful you were.

"Life has an interesting way to play out," Jumin agreed. He seemed deep in thought before adding, "But you didn't ruin my life. Being with you was one of the greatest things that ever happened to me. You were there during my first fallout with my father. You were there when Elizabeth the Third ran away. You were also there when I struggled to undo the knots strangling me my whole life. In all my pivotal moments, I wasn't alone because you never left me."

You took a deep shuddering breath. "How do you still know the right things to say?" It was as astonishing as it was bittersweet how well he could read you.

"The time we spent together wasn't just nothing to me. However brief it was, you were still the first person who loved me for me. I'm happy that I had the opportunity to know you, and even more grateful that you let me in."

You didn't know gratitude could sound so poignant. "You were also the first person who could accept me as I was. I'm sorry for hurting you."

"Don't apologise. There's nothing you could do about a change of heart, and I'm quite content with how things turn out." Jumin reached for your hand and squeezed it. You could feel the cold band of his wedding ring against your skin. "Stop punishing yourself for doing what you did when you did it for yourself. I could only bear to let you go because your happiness mattered to me."

You stared at his hand covering yours, wondering how you could have fallen out of love with someone like him, and how even his affirmations couldn't bring your heart to flutter again. "Your wife is lucky to have you. You're such a good person, Jumin. I wish everyone could see that."

Jumin smiled and said nothing, looking at you with the same gentleness that used to bring you comfort. Your memories of him might have faded, but you remembered how peaceful it was while it lasted. How your principal emotion with Jumin was always joy before it seeped away from your grasp. How much impact you had on each other during that short time, and how both of you had carried it to your present.

There was nothing you wanted more for him than being loved and accepted by the person he loved, especially if that someone couldn't be you. This was the man who always had a spare pair of slippers ready because he knew your feet would hurt after hours of wearing heels. This was the man who would express gratitude for you in a hundred different ways when you didn't think you had done anything to deserve them. He had loved you so, so much. His happiness mattered a lot to you too.

You patted his shoulder with your free hand. "I'll let you go back to your wife now. She must be waiting for you."

Jumin nodded. "Thank you for coming again. I had a grand time talking with you."

You smiled. "So did I."

Jumin bowed and let go of your hand. You waited until he joined his wife, wrapping an arm around her waist, never looking back at you, before turning away.

It was time for you to leave too.

-

Footnotes:

Rather than regretting a breakup because you realised too late that it was a mistake, I wanted to take a different approach to regret—you know breaking up is the right thing to do, but hurting someone you once loved could also haunt you.

I had a major writer's block writing this and tried to put on different types of breakup songs to get me into the melancholic mood, but surprisingly what worked was playing happy wedding playlists on Spotify. I don't know why my brain works like this.

Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

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[ijwrsmff]

Ok, thanks for clarifying! I was wondering if I could request headcanons for the RFA (+ Vanderwood if you write for him) responding to MC being a secret agent (kinda like 707 and Vanderwood)? If not, that's fine though! This is just something I've been thinking about lately lol. Have an amazing day/night/etc. :) -🖌️

I am so sorry this took so long XD I've never even considered writing for Vanderwood, but he seems cool. I should write for him more. It's a bit ramble-y, so sorry! I hope you enjoy :D

Zen:

He had no idea. Like none

Once he finds out you’re a secret agent, he is BAFFLED

He worries for you as a first instinct, but quickly learns you’re capable of handling yourself

He will observe your work, and praise you for it despite not knowing what 90% of it is

You try and keep him out of it, and he respects that

He acknowledges that it could be dangerous, but it makes him respect you more

His work can be dangerous to some degree, but nothing like yours

He will stand down if you expressed not wanting to involve him in something specific

Otherwise, he’s there for you when you need to talk about a particularly difficult assignment

It’s also very time consuming, but he also works…a lot. So in a way, it kind of works out

He’ll send you gifts to your shared house, (before it was a po box because there was no way you were telling someone new your actual address, agents have spent way too much time trying to find that information, thank you very much!) and you send presents to his sets so you both have things that remind you of the other!

Overall he’s very trusting. He takes pride in knowing one day…one day you’ll fully open up to him. 

He waits patiently for that day to come

Jaehee:

She has some idea that you would be a secret agent

You and 707 talked sometimes in the rfa chat…and there was a clicking sound in her head once she knew 707 was an agent

All those code words…the fact you’re rarely in the chat, and when you are…it’s almost brief

It made sense to her

She’s a bit more curious than Zen, asking questions calmly but carefully as to not sound too…curious

But she ends every question in a “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to/can’t” 

She’ll respect your boundaries, as she has some of her own, and she is a kind person at heart

She gets worried when you’re gone on a job, but takes the time to catch up with you after you’re back

If you wanna talk about the job, she’ll listen! If not…she’ll make your favorite beverage and give you a cake/pie she hand made herself just for you! 

As a woman who used to have a lot of obligations and authority in Jumin’s company, she knows when she can or can’t talk about details of an assignment

So she’s perfect at knowing when to pry and when to leave it be

Yoosung:

He is…not like the other two. He NEEDS to know anything and everything

He’ll pout if you don’t tell him something of a job, and even whine 

But he’s not heartless, he won’t genuinely be mad, just concerned

His prying comes out of his fear of abandonment and concern for your safety

He knew being a secret agent could be dangerous, ever since he went with 707 on an assignment that caused both to come off worse for ware

Once the initial fear wears down some, he’ll look at you with stars in his eyes

“Please, please, pleeeeease tell me what you did on your last mission?” 

He’s a golden-retriever boyfriend, and can get excited easily

You fear for that, given your job, so you keep many details private

But sometimes you can’t help but fall for those big eyes all over again, and tell him SOME details on your latest jobs

His excitement only ever falters if you were put into danger

(You don’t have the heart to tell him you are ALWAYS in danger)

Then he gets worried and asks questions about your safety rather than the job

He would be devastated if something happened to you, so you’ve learned to keep the dangerous details out of the stories unless you have an obvious wound/scar, in which you downplay it immensely

At some point, he demands to go on assignments with you when you come back with a particularly nasty wound

He could get hurt…but nothing like the people who aimed to hurt you. They get no mercy from him and it can be alarming to watch…

He just loves you so much…

707:

He knows SOMETHING is up

As soon as you were added to the rfa chat, he did an immediate background check

It was clean…too clean

And as far as he could tell, the background only goes a few years back and you were more than a few years old

He becomes increasingly intrigued, and tries to question the possibilities

You could be from a foreign country, but there would still be a paper trail there

Witness protection was a possibility, but that didn’t feel right either

It was when you met in person at the RFA Charity Party that he put the pieces together

The stance of someone who was well guarded shone through your nature and made him certain you were an agent as well

After that, he interrogated you often

In turn, you interrogated him

It was around the same time that you found out each other’s identities for certain

After that? You started working together. Might as well, right?

You learned to respect each other’s work, and became each others special person to tell anything and everything to

Who else better to understand an agent’s work than…another agent

Jumin:

At first, he couldn’t find the time to care about you…(as mean as it sounds)

But after 707 told him something was off about you, his curiosity peaked

He cared for the other members of the RFA, so he found it a personal mission of his to figure out if you were dangerous to work with

And yes…you were…just not to the members of the RFA

He paid 707 a generous sum to investigate everything about you

He declined the money, but after more persuasion from Jumin he just had to accept

It took some time, but 707 was able to inform Jumin that you were an agent from another agency

Jumin remained guarded in this time, but when 707 told him you were one of the good guys, he relaxed a bit

He would invite you to his building for dinner and a drink, and eventually you both opened up about the weight on your shoulders

Jumin was in charge of a lot of people, and it was completely new to you

You just worked alone

But to the same end, Jumin couldn’t comprehend how you could do work for you and you alone

You both talked about the ins and outs of it, and ended up longing for the other’s positions, before reality set in and you realized the work you did fit you better

Jumin has very similar, but very different problems that you have

You’ve bonded over weights carried, and find yourselves able to relax more in the other’s company

On the outside, you looked like a high-class couple. And well…you were

And it worked for you two

Vanderwood:

He’s PISSED when 707 informs him that another agent is working in the RFA

It makes him more invested in the chats, often trying to read through 707’s chats, but he isn’t having it

707 jokes that he can join the RFA, but neither party really wants that

Instead, he does a lot of research on you

Finds out exactly who you are and what agency you work for

He’s a bit relieved to find you primarily work alone

Technically you don’t even have a boss, a freelancer if you will

Just…as a secret agent

In a way that also makes him more hesitant, and spends days upon days between his own assignments learning more about you

At one point, you message him on his personal cell

“Nice to know I have your interest, Vanderwood. You could just message me instead of stalking me online, but I suppose that’s more fun.”

After that, you talk regularly

At first it was a mutual distrust, but eventually turned into something more

He found he kept your identity secret from his own agency, and even offered to take his personal time to help you with assignments

He knows you don’t really NEED his help, but he offers anyways

Working with another agent…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?

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[hauntedfoxhut]

DARLING OMG AAA OK OK SO I SAW YOUR REQUESTS IPEN,AND YHAT YOU WRITE FOR MYSTIC MESSANGER,that game has me in a chokehold the last 10days since I started playing,I'm still not done I have today and the final day I'm Litteraly so scared of what's gonna happend but that aside

I wanted to request something with zen, so maybe zen x reader and the one bed trope if you know,it can be in form of hcs or scenario or whatever makes you comfy babe <3

Have an amazing day don't forget to eat and drink love you♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

(」°ロ°)」Aaaaaa darling i’ll call you zenny anon!! I don’t write since (￣ω￣;) honestly a very long, time but I promise that I tried my best (≧◡≦) ♡ I wrote with neutral pronouns because you didn't specify hope you like it 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Zen x Gn!reader

•One bed trope!!

Since you joined the RFA and your apartment/Rika’s apartment almost exploded, everyone from the group made you move to Zen’s house, and as an musical singer living with Zen was sorta of a professional support.

Was easy for you two to sleep together because you both sleeps like rocks and looks like a hurricane passed trough the room because you two always drop the pillows and the blankets!

It’s weird because Zen talks while he’s asleep sometimes, but no big deal he just murmur about thinks like “I’m so handsome” “I’m perfect” and the cutest one “cuddle please”!

It’s funny when you both have to practice because he’s so into the drama actor and you’re just singing like a pretty bird on the window, you really take your career as a hobby but Zen just keep getting hypnotized.

Once you gave him a free entry for one of your shows, he loved it, he just kept staring at you every time you appeared, that boy definitely started to fall for you right after that show.

After all that stuff you decided to stay a bit more of time at his house, you even matched your schedules, so now you have lunch and dinner together some days per week, very cute btw.

Now you do everything together, Zen even had auditions to join you in the shows, he really likes being around you, and you can’t deny that’s impossible not fall for him.

You both started to give hints about your feeling, but even being tattooed on your foreheads you kept going slow like just kisses on the cheeks, cuddles sometimes while sleeping together, movie nights, holding hands and etc…

But one day he decided to move forward and make a bold move, he just said “I love you”, you were cuddling to fall asleep and he just BOOM 💥 he fell asleep right after releasing that bomb, but…

what do you think? Do you love him too?

Sorry if it’s a bit short ~(>_<~) but i really tried my best after all this time (¯ ³¯)♡ hope you liked it luv u❤️❤️

#haunted fox hut #cute #random #headcanon #zen x reader #mm #mystic messager #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger #mystic messenger zen #zen mm #x gn reader #x gn y/n #request #anon ask

[juminsmysticmc]

OMG OPEN REQUESTS!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! This is like my first request ever, cuz im rly new to tumblr. Ur my favorite blogger!! >.<

Ok, so could you do RFA+V with an MC who falls off the bed every morning? I used to do that a lot 😅 I'd love to see each of the members' reaction to that

RFA + Jihyun x Mc who falls off the bed every morning

Hello! BABE HOW CAN I BE YOUR FAV BLOGGER? Like, thank you? 🥺🥺🥺💘💘 so in Italy my sis and I sleep in the same bed and she is literally a HORSE moving around and taking my space! So back when we were younger, I fell off pretty much 😂 this request was so funny, I hope I could meet your expectations 💘

Have fun reading!

Jumin

Your husband never let you go. After the both of you had your cuddle or slept together, Jumin Han made sure to stroke your soft skin and inhale your scent, feeling at home.

He didn’t really have a light sleep and could always sense you moving around and so, when you were slowly turning around in your shared bed, Jumin thought you had to get up, get some water, or go to the toilet.

The black haired man let you move around, withdrawing painfully his arms around you and suddenly, he heard a nasty noise.

Jumin jumped up. The sleep he felt was seconds ago as his heart was beating crazily in his chest.

You were laying on the floor, one leg still up on the bed while you rubbed your head. ,,Good Morning,“ you smiled, making him calm down a bit. But only a bit. 

He was only at ease after the doctor checked you up.

This was the first and the last time you could ever fall from the bed because Jumin made sure to have some protection put around the bed.

He also made sure to never ever let go of you.

Zen

His beauty sleep was one of the most important things.

No beauty sleep, no perfect start to the day, and so usually Zen had a pretty heavy sleep.

The white haired man never heard you falling from bed. He didn’t even notice the fact that you weren’t lying in bed anymore, but were instead on the floor.

Only one day, when he already had a kind of rough night, he heard something moving around and a louder sound.

It sounded as if something fell.

Zen‘s eyes were still closed. His ears were trying to focus on the noises as he heard the birds singing, helping him realize that it was early in the morning.

His slender fingers were slowly moving on the bed sheets as he could feel the still warm place you should sleep on. Not feeling your presence, not having the chance of pulling you to him and hugging you, Zen opened his eyes. He blinked a few times until he realized that your arm was on the bed.

Scared you could have collapsed while getting up, Zen was quickly on all fours, looking down just to see you rubbing your eyes.

,,I never once woke up on the bed,“ you laughed, taking the helping hand he gave you to get up.

Zen didn‘t like the blue spots on your back and since then, he always made sure to get up earlier than you and hold you until you woke up.

,,So much better ever since you took care of me,“ you smiled happily, giving him the good morning kiss he deserved.

Yoosung

Since Yoosung still had to go to his classes even after the wedding, the young boy was never there when you had to get up.

Although, he always left you the cutest notes and freshly made breakfasts.

And since, on the weekends, you made sure to wake up early and prepare something nice for him. Yoosung never knew that you regularly fell from the bed in the mornings to wake up.

He didn’t notice until one day when he actually overslept because the power wasn’t working.

A loud noise made him jolt, wake up from his wonderful dream, and realize that something was wrong.

,,Ugh, I‘m tired of this,“ you groaned, making Yoosung blink a few times as you slowly got up.

,,Yoosung? What the heck, it’s late!“ you noticed.

For Yoosung, this wasn’t as important as the fact that his wife was laying with her body on the floor, although he came to realize too that he was missing an important class at the moment.

The two of you actually noticed that Yoosung never noticed that habit of yours and you even laughed about the hilarious situation.

Seven years passed and Yoosung never managed to keep you from falling.

No pillows helped you to fall soft, His arms he made sure to wrap around your body, never stayed on you and nothing seemed to help.

It wasn’t until the day the two of you found out you were pregnant that Yoosung seemed to take your habit more seriously.

,,Yoosung, this costs too much,“ you groaned as he and Zen made sure to put a net on your side to hold you properly.

,,Nothing costs too much for my wife and my baby,“ he stubbornly hissed, making Zen proud with his cool behavior.

Jaehee

The woman didn’t sleep heavily.

As soon as her eyes were just a bit heavier, she could already react to her surroundings.

The first night the two of you finally managed to sleep in the same bed was already programmed to be a restless one for her while you peacefully slept on your side, smiling to yourself.

Jaehee was turning around on her half from one side to the other, mostly because she was nervous because she liked you so much that sleeping seemed way too hard.

But when she finally managed to fall asleep, everything felt just so much better. Her body felt lighter and she felt at ease.

That was until she heard something fall, a groan, and something moving on the mattress.

When she opened her eyes, the only thing she could see was you trying to get on the bed once again, struggling as you were still half asleep.

,,Mc…why are you…?’’ she mumbled, rubbing one eye before her hand tried to reach out for yours to help you up.

,,I don’t know. I never managed to stay on my bed whenever I had to get up.

As soon as my clock rings or I want to get up, I fall from the bed,’’ you smiled, embarrassed and flustered that Jaehee knew that side of you, the clumsy one.

Jaehee could finally laugh and the nervousness from the entire night was minimized.

Throughout the day, Jaehee was pretty sleepy, but at least she didn’t have to worry about how to fall asleep and or how to wake up because you always made a loud noise when you fell.

Although, she made sure to put away anything that could hurt you while falling.

Saeyoung

Sleep deprived.

If one word could describe him, Saeyoung would use that word, next to words like aggressive, angry, and scared.

He was in the room with you, in Rika’s apartment, and suddenly his world began to crumble.

Acting nicely to you wasn’t an option anymore and even though he didn’t want you to be in pain, he knew very well how much he hurt your feelings with his behavior.

Once again, the sun shone on the new morning, welcoming his pale face as Saeyoung turned his head to you.

He observed how you nuzzled your head into the probably soft bed sheets, how you smiled and slowly turned around.

Saeyoung watched you intensely and somehow didn’t notice that the slow turns you were making were awfully dangerous for making you fall.

And indeed, the fall happened.

Saeyoung was still watching you as you fell with one side on the hard floor, the blanket over you as you laid on the cold floor, waking up in a pretty rough way.

He was shocked. Did he just watch you fall?

,,Morning,’’ you groaned as you noticed his eyes on you, rubbing your sore muscle.

,,Don’t worry, it happens daily,’’ you said, wondering if he even worried.

Suddenly, a loud, clear laugh was heard and Saeyoung couldn’t help but laugh about whatever just happened to you.

You suddenly had the urge to laugh with him, not knowing that this perhaps made you grow a bit closer to each other.

Jihyun

,,I’m so happy that you came back,’’ you mumbled, two years later when you finally could hold Jihyun in your arms again, hug him, feel his skin, warmth and affection towards you.

,,You did so well, you worked so hard,’’ you praised him.

But the man craved more than your words. The two of you ended up cuddling together in the cozy couch, falling asleep there, embraced.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Jihyun woke up totally comfortable on his couch.

He slowly woke up and stretched his body, feeling pretty good and wondering how you were already awake.

When he, however, could feel something pretty soft beneath his feet, he noticed that you weren’t awake yet.

,,MC?!’’ he called, wondering if he pushed you away in the middle of the night while sleeping.

You slowly opened your eyes as you adjusted your eyes, recognizing your surroundings.

,,Morning, did you sleep well?’’ you asked him as if it was only a little detail that you were laying on the floor.

,,Yeah, I did, and you…?’’ he wondered.

,,I did, yeah, even better ever since you’re back with me…. and don’t worry, I’m falling off the bed out of habit,’’ you chuckled, finally noticing why he looked so worried.

It made him feel better since he was scared that he pushed you, but this didn’t solve the fact and indeed, Jihyun bought a bigger bed and something soft for the floor so that the fall wouldn’t be as hard…

Sadly, you always landed next to it.

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

09.09.2022 // 18:00 MEST

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[space-kitten-606]

Thought of the day: feeling Saeyoung up 👁️👁️

Hell yeah that's a really good thought! Had I read that last night I would've gone completely feral over this because I've had lots of wine lmao

Anyway, his little moment of surprise as you touch him, his face getting blushy all up to his ears. He's so easily taken by surprise, it's one of the rare moments where he isn't able to come up with a quick joke to hide his emotions. You would think he would get used to it at some point, but no. You can get the same reactions out of him every single time, which makes it all the more entertaining and rewarding.

Bonus points if you pull him aside when you're with the rest of the RFA and start feeling him up and playing with him. I promise you he'll be thinking about it for the rest of the month ;)

#kitten talks #mystic messenger #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #anonymous #707xmc #707xreader #not safe for waluigi #i realize this is written quite awkwardly #but I'm rusty af lolol

[superman--yoosung]

Hello, are Mystic Messenger matchups still open? If they are, can I request one?

My gender preference is male (for preferred age, they should be an adult.)

I go by she/her pronouns.

Likes - books, music, plushies, nature, animals, writing, art

Dislikes - being interrupted, unsolicited advice, impatience

Personality + Beliefs:

I'd describe myself as reserved, patient, humorous.

Also, quiet, sensitive and a hopeless romantic.

To strangers, I seem shy or aloof.

My friends would describe me as trustworthy, kind, smart.

For my beliefs, I believe that dreams can come true if much effort is put into them.

Flaw:

Occasionally, I overthink or feel insecure. I'm also a bit forgetful.

Additional info:

• There's a mole (birthmark) on both of my legs.

• My love language is acts of service.

Thanks!

You got yours in on time, don't worry!

Your Mystic Messenger matchup is...........................

V !!

"They say a picture is worth a thousand words, old friend... But it's quite clear what three you meant for her with this painting, V."

The RFA and you went through a lot during your time as a 'game tester,' to put it mildly. But what the other members are certain of is the impression you left upon them all, and how you managed to pry open the heart of their most elusive member: V.

And to that member in question, it is clear that you are the better person. Had you never shown up in his life, he might never have had the opportunity to grow and heal.

Fun details:

You and V will often spend weekends quietly enjoying the things you love in each other's company. That means snuggling on the couch together while reading books, or listening to your favorite songs while impromptu painting together. Sometimes you'll be writing late into the night, and V will lovingly tuck a blanket over your shoulders and fetch you a drink of your choosing to make sure you're hydrated.

You are both highly sensitive souls, and very attuned to those around you and their emotions. Because of this, you two rarely fight - you're just too good at reading each other that you'll address any issues almost immediately as they appear. You (moreso than V, though he does as well) recognize the value in being honest about how you both feel, so you'll always be willing and able to find a happy medium.

On that note, your fellow RFA members will love that sensitive quality about you. Yoosung and Zen will often seek you out for solace, while Jumin and Jaehee will appreciate your tact and patience. Even Seven will feel comfortable bringing his more serious thoughts to you because you genuinely listen and empathize.

You and V are both hopeless romantics. Once you understand each other's love languages, you will enjoy showering your partner with love in that manner. For V, this means doing lots of little and large things for you in your day-to-day lives: he'll do whatever household chore you like least, he'll always make sure you have enough spare change before leaving the house, he'll fluff your favorite pillow/plushie, and he'll always make sure your bookshelves are kept tidy and you have a bookmark where you last left off reading. He is prone to showering you in praise, too, though if that isn't to your liking he will learn to tone it down with time.

You are not a muse to him as Rika once was, but V nonetheless draws great inspiration from you. Expect many paintings to be inspired by interactions you've had, or for portraits of you to be made depicting moments of your existence that struck him as particularly breathtaking. The fact that you ever doubt yourself breaks his heart; in moments where he notices your insecurities rising up, he will gently remind you of how courageous and kind and stunningly beautiful you are.

Since you tend to forget things from time to time, V will make a habit of leaving notes around the house for you, and messaging you throughout the day to remind you. This is a thoughtful gesture done with only the best of intentions in mind. If you tend to find the notes too clutter-ey, he'll make do with the messenger app. Sometimes he won't DM you and will accidentally post a reminder in the groupchat, which will lead to one of two things: 1) the other RFA members remarking at what a caring couple you two make, or 2) Yoosung or Zen bemoaning their single status, leading inevitably to group teasing of them.

V truly treasures every second he can get with you. Once his healing journey is done and he returns to your side, expect him to not waste a single moment of it from thereon out. He will enjoy being in your presence, even if there's no benefit to his being there besides being able to bask in you. But just as frequently, you two will have pleasant, wonderfully thoughtful conversations - about anything and everything and nothing. You've both been through a lot, so now you get to take things at a slower pace.

Jihyun is forever grateful that you stood by him through this ordeal - from Magenta to his recovery. With your support, he found a new meaning to life for himself, and a reason to look forward to hopeful tomorrows. He'd rather not pick one feature about you to love above the others. After all, he's only going to find something else to love about you tomorrow, and who's to say that new concept or iteration of you won't become his favorite next? From the smallest things - how you bite your lower lip, the curve of your lips as you smile - to the grand scope - your quiet determination, the way you managed to hold the RFA and him together during crisis - are all things he treasures deeply; and he looks forward to the new discoveries waiting around the bend of your shared journey together.

~~I hope you liked this! I also considered Saeran for you, but I thought V might resonate more with your interests. They're bith sensitive individuals, so you could honestly work well with either of them!

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