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marshmallowprotection · 4 months
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“are you blushing?! that’s adorable.” For GE Saeran please
Saeran practically beamed cheek from cheek as he leaned over you. There was hardly any room for you to think about anything but how close he was to you. He was so close that there was no way for you to tell which heartbeat was pumping wildly out of control, his or yours. 
You didn't want to look away, but you could feel your heart beating out of your chest the longer he stared at you with such sincerity.
It might have been mortifying to have him realize just how easy it was to make you blush, but there was a part of you that knew he knew he could do that well before where you were today. He didn't stop paying attention to everything you did, so he probably noticed long before you did that your instinctual reaction to the butterflies in your chest whenever he giggled was to turn beat red.
Every time he looked at you like that, the only thing you wanted to do was ask him to never look away for the rest of your lives.
It was selfish but to have him smile at you made you feel like you were walking on sunshine. However, he was the one who taught you that it was more than okay to be selfish, and he learned the same from you, so why in the world couldn't you enjoy the sweet moment together?
"Are you blushing? That's adorable," he cooed.
You glanced away, but you didn't turn away from his embrace. "What about it? I think it's wonderful to hear you laughing. You haven't had the opportunity to do that freely for a long time, either. Why wouldn't I be stunned by the sound of something that was once suppressed?"
Why wouldn't you be overwhelmed by the sound of his laughter? It was a blessing. He deserved to be able to laugh like that for the rest of his life.
"I'll keep laughing... because I'm lucky to have you in my life."
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🧡 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 2 - AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE (AU)-THEMED OTOME CONTENT CREATION CHALLENGE
For the second time, @xxsycamore and I are bringing to you a week-long exploration of the trope Alternative Universe! (link to last year’s challenge here)
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→ GENERAL RULES
Works of all forms are welcome! Fanarts, fanfics, headcanons, etc.
Limited to otome fandoms - mobile otome games such as: IkeSeries (Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Villains, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Genjiden); Tears of Themis; Obey me!; Mr Love: Queen’s Choice; Light and Night; Voltage games; Mystic Messenger and others, as well as console otomes.
This challenge takes place between June 19th and June 25th, 2023. The deadline for posting your works is July 15th (until midnight, UTC+2).
Instead of making the masterlist after the deadline, @xxsycamore who is in charge of it will try to create the post in advance and update it regularly during the challenge. Don’t hesitate to contact us if your work was done within the deadline but wasn’t featured in the masterlist. Or, if you prefer not to be featured on the masterlist instead!
When posting your works, use the tag #different universe same love ccc - you can as well tag @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady in your posts! It will help us find your work easier!
Posting to other sites is allowed - as long as you mention the challenge and its creators.
Reblogs are appreciated!
→ CONTENT RULES
This challenge features a list of 14 AU prompts, two for each day, plus 7 dialogue prompts which you can match to your liking, if you want to. You’re free to create a work based on whichever AU you like more for that day. You can also create works for both AU prompts, and you can also mix the two prompts into one work! Whatever suits your preferences :) You can create more than one work for the same prompt, too!
You can find the lists of prompts on the banner above, as well at the bottom of this post.
Under the cut, you will also find a short explanation of each AU prompt, just in case there is anything unclear about them.
Any additional rules are up to the content creators. You are free to choose the rating(make sure to mark your NSFW works accordingly, and if you’re minor, make sure not to interact with such!), and also the genre (the challenge’s main focus is romantic love, but it is not obligatory for your work to be of such genre), all characters and ships included are up to you (OCs, character x MC, character x character, etc.)
You’re free to take requests from your audience using these prompt lists, again please make sure to mention the challenge and its creators.
You’re absolutely free to post your works for this challenge after its deadline, July 15th - but please note that they won’t be featured in the masterlist!
The final and most important rule is to have fun and not pressure yourself about full completion of the challenge. Do only as many works as you wish! :)
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Here is a free-to-use banner/header for the challenge!:
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If you have any additional questions, we’ll be happy to help. There is no such thing as a stupid question, so don’t hesitate to get in contact with us! We wish you happy creating!
→ THE LISTS
Day 1 - June 19th- Bodyguard AU | Mafia AU
Day 2 - June 20th- Angels and Demons AU | Pirate/Mermaid AU
Day 3 - June 21st- Social Media AU |Coffee/Flower shop AU
Day 4 - June 22nd- Celebrity AU | Bookstore AU
Day 5 - June 23rd - Forbidden love AU | Soulmates AU
Day 6 - June 24th- Office AU | Circus/Magic AU
Day 7 - June 25th- FREE DAY (an AU of your choice!)
Dialogue prompts:
“Him? Are you kidding me? He’s not even my type!”
“We didn’t even exchange numbers! I’m such a fool.”
“We should have never met.”
“Ah, it’s you again! Do you come here often?”
“I’ll be waiting at our spot. Make sure no one sees you.”
“Promise me we will always have each other.”
“Maybe we’ll meet again someday.”
Under the cut you’ll find a short explanation of each AU:
Bodyguard AU - character A is appointed to protect character B
Mafia AU - an extension of Mobster AU, with a mafia setting - typically involves rivalry and enemies-to-lovers tropes
Angels and Demons AU - typically depicts the forbidden love between character A who is an angel and character B who is a demon. You can also write about Fallen angels/Ascended demons.
Pirate/Mermaid AU - an AU that features merfolk characters or pirates - or both!
Social Media AU - an AU where the characters meet on social media and begin their friendship/relationship online.
Coffee/Flower shop AU - typically resolves around a small business that character A either owns or works at, and their loyal customer, character B; but they can also be both customers, or coworkers.
Celebrity AU - placing your character(s) in a setting where they’re famous. Other characters could be their fans; working with them, meeting them by chance…
Bookstore AU - similar to Coffee/Flower shop AU.
Forbidden love AU - a setting where the characters are forbidden from being together for whatever reason.
Soulmates AU - a setting where everyone has One True Love and the ways of finding it varies depending on the creator. An example of a popular Soulmate AU is “Your soulmate’s name is written on you”.
Office AU - a setting where the characters work together in an office.
Circus/Magic AU - a setting where the characters either work in the circus or are magic users - the latter involves anything fantasy-related, basically.
FREE DAY - The last day of this challenge is for you to choose your own prompt! It can perfectly well overlap with an already existing prompt. Maybe your favorite Alternative Universe wasn’t in the list above? This is your chance to include your idea in the list :)
ONCE AGAIN, HAPPY CREATING! WE CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOUR CREATIONS 🧡
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nebou · 1 year
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babygirl....
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ciaossu-imagines · 4 months
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Hello, hello, my lovely readers. So, as all of you noticed, I've been gone for quite a bit. I am so sorry for disappearing on all of you. Life got really, really hard for me. Work was pulling me in and out, then unemployment kicked my ass, all while I found myself all consumed in a new relationship that quickly turned very toxic and damaging to me, emotionally and mentally, to the point I had fallen back into self-harm as he lied to me about the six other women he had on the go, and then ended up having a bit of a mental break. I know I left a commission undone and I promise the reader that I will reach out to them in the next couple of days and figure out things with them.
For now, I am back. I cannot promise, guys, that I'll be on every single day and be super super active. I'm going to do the best I can and actually look forward to writing and answering requests, even if I'm sorely out of practice and won't be as good as I used to be. I look forward to the bit of a break from reality but truth is I'm still healing, so please be understanding and gentle with me guys. I know I have a lot of asks in the inbox. I took some fandoms off my list, so check that out for the updated version. I'll work on the requests I have slowly but, to be honest, a lot of the requests I have are for very detailed or big asks with multiple characters so they might take a bit.
For tonight and tomorrow, early into next week, I'd really love to ease back into the writing with some fun prompts! Please only send one character and one letter/number per ask. You can send in unlimited asks but one character and one letter/number means I can write the requests a lot quicker, which makes me feel productive and happier and more satisfied and makes me eager to write and answer more things! I'll be accepting from the following prompts:
This fandom prompt
This character prompt
This reaction prompt
This polyship prompt
Character prompt #2
Smutty prompt
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Okay who is the one in ur fandom who has quite a shitty backstory and probably is broken and hurt deeply inside but the fandom made him that "meme lord"
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brighteststar707 · 2 years
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Seven’s camera roll is full of pictures of the RFA, especially from parties when everyone’s all dressed up. He knows he’ll have to delete them one day, but for now, they bring him joy. He has lots of sneak shots of Vanderwood that he took when they weren’t looking that he uses to tease them, and lots of pictures of Zen that he saved for the twitter bot.
He has memes saved that he wants to send to Yoosung and a lot more cat photos that he sends to Jumin. Every picture of Elizabeth that has ever been sent in the chatroom (and then some that haven’t) are all saved for him to fawn over.
When he’s out of the house, he takes pictures of cool neon lights he sees and inexplicably, he takes pictures of the sky. When the clouds are looking particularly interesting, he insists on stopping whatever he’s doing to take a photo. It irritates Vanderwood to no end, but he won’t budge.
He doesn’t keep most of the selfies that he takes. Most of the pictures he has of himself are ones where he’s in costume, striking a pose in the mirror with a too-wide smile. It amuses him to see how many times he can fool Zen with different personas.
He doesn’t worry too much about the photos he takes. His most valuable pictures aren’t on his phone, anyways.
Saeyoung’s camera roll is full of pictures of you. Some from the first day you left the apartment together, with you curled up on the passenger seat of his car looking at him with sleepy eyes, and some from just a few hours ago when you were wearing his hoodie and he couldn’t stop smiling because it was just so cute.
He has even more pictures of his friends, and one or two of his brother (they’re getting there slowly). He still takes pictures of the sky, and now he can actually send them. He doesn’t often get a reaction, but Saeran hasn’t blocked him yet so he’s taking it as a good sign.
He takes screenshots of houses he likes while secretly browsing listings. He plans to show them to you soon, when you’re all ready to leave this house. In much more current life changes, there are so many screenshots of different cats from the adoption website that you’ve both been going through recently.
The pictures he has of himself are often ones you took of him, ones that show him through your eyes that make him feel all fuzzy when he thinks about them for too long. He is learning to like himself a little more even when he isn’t dressed up to be someone else.
He has started going outside more, and whenever he goes somewhere without you, he takes pictures of things he thinks you’ll like for you to see. Mundane everyday life (or as close to it as he can get) has become beautiful to him.
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chalceisdone · 2 years
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I NEED A FANFIC WHERE MYSME MC PLAYS THE SSUM AND THE BOYS ARE GETTING ANGRY/UPSET/JEALOUS
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elvendara · 6 months
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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 1
@mysme-fictober
Michael's edition
1 October 2023—GHOST
He wrinkled his nose as the wine touched his lips. Warm. Had he really been sitting here long enough for it to no longer be cool. With a sigh he set the glass down and rubbed at his temples. Standing he stretched his long legs and ran a long-fingered hand through his short dark hair. A glance towards the glass with storm grey eyes had him rethinking picking it up. With a sigh he did and swallowed what remained. No sense letting it go to waste.
Making his way to the kitchen he had to slow down, feeling the effects of the alcohol finally. Outside his home it thundered, the rain tattooing a discordant melody all around him. He stopped midway, eyes on the floor, grazing his stockinged feet. Slowly and with great hesitation, his eyes made their way to the portrait hung prominently on the wall. His normally vibrant eyes darkened as tears welled up. Pain struck him in the chest with the deafening beating of his heart.
There he stood, behind his late wife Lillie and their son. The boy was no more than six in the portrait, he was now a young man in his prime, away at University. He had taken after his wife in features and coloring. His auburn hair being the envy of many. It was often difficult to look at his son, seeing his wife’s eyes reflected back at him. In the last year they had seen each other only twice. At the funeral, and for Christmas. The boy had a life of his own after all. Jumin was happy for him, but he also thought that the reason he didn’t see him more was because it was too hard for him to see his father so sad.
An unbelievable amount of people thought a year was long enough to grieve, so now he spent much of his time alone with his own thoughts. He finally let himself gaze upon his wife. Certainly, since the portrait was taken, she had thickened around the middle, etched some fine lines around her face, even grown a few grey hairs, just as he had. But she had always been beautiful in his eyes. Her honey brown eyes stared back at him, that kind and benevolent smile radiant on her face. He remembered what it felt like to run his fingers through her thick hair, and the smell of her shampoo. She rarely wore perfume, but the smell of her hair lingered on the pillow, the sheets, her clothing, and in the air if she had recently been there.
His body broke into shuddering cries as the thunder and lighting continued to roar. It was as if the world grieved with him. The wind howling and destructive as if his insides tore through the countryside. He dropped to his knees, the glass shattering on the wood floor.
“Jumin.” The whisper carried in the wind, fluttering and disjointed. “J…u…m…i…n…” the elongated syllables hung in the air, surrounding his broken body.
He blinked and startled as the scent of Lillie’s hair wafted across his nose. Rising to his feet quickly he turned, unsure of what was happening. Had he finally lost his mind?
A loud clap of tunder sounded directly above his head as lightning flashed through the windows as if paparazzi stood outside with flashing bulbs. It startled him and he wrapped his arms around his head, a soft whine escaping his mouth.
“Jumin…”
“Stop! Please! No!” he stammered, choking back more sobs.
“My love.” Lillie’s voice was soft and soothing. Just the way she sounded when she was about to scold him for something.
“L…Lillie?” he dropped his arms and turned towards the voice. In the hallway stood his wife. He knew she wasn’t really there, she was dead. Dead and gone, never to return. But there, there she was anyway, all he had to do was reach out and touch her. She looked healthy, not at all the emaciated thing she had become as the disease ate her from the inside out. He had wasted no money on finding someone, somewhere to help her. But cancer didn’t care about money.
She smiled at him and held her arms open. He stepped into those welcome arms, unaware of the glass pressing through his socks and into his skin. Blood trailed as he took several steps, but he was beyond physical pain. She wrapped her arms around him, and he buried his head into her soft bosom. He missed the feel of her. Her perspective on anything and everything. She was his rock, his sounding board, his conscience. He loved her and he missed her.
“My love, you have so much more life to live. Don’t shut yourself away like this.” She cooed into his hair, her fingers tangled in the strands.
“I miss you so much. How…how can I go on?” he sobbed.
“You must. I know you loved me, I felt it every single day. You know what it is to love and be loved. Those who care about you are worried. Our son is worried. You must be strong my love. Not only for you, but for me and everything I will now miss. You must be there for our son, for our grandchildren, if there will be any, for our friends and family. You have grieved alone too long. You need to start living, even if it hurts.”
“I…I can’t! I don’t want to! I want to be with you! Take me with you!” he pleaded.
“It’s not your time. Don’t let it run out like this. Live! Live my love! Live!” he voice was stern but kind as it faded into nothing, as did she.
“NO!” Jumin screamed and dropped to his hands and knees. “NO!” he slammed his fists into the floor with force. He collapsed as the storm continued to rage outside. Once his body was spent of tears he sighed and took several deep breaths.
Live? Could he? Without her at his side? He thought about her words, about how much time he still had to live, about his son and his future. Yes, life was for the living. He would hold onto that small straw.
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rfaromance · 1 year
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Graphic design obviously is NOT my passion, but this has "Seven MC/Rika kinnie given free reign with picsart" energy, so it works!
We have 8 days of Hannukah, and 7 main routes + 2 side characters very popular among fandom! Why not spread some holiday cheer for all your faves (or the same fave 8 times)?
I tried to make the prompts generic enough, but they were all made with Hannukah in mind since it is an 8-day list. These are also the 8 nights of Hannukah, in case you were wondering! It happens to coincide with Christmas this year.
Writing, art, edits, anything creative will do! Please, have fun with it. And there's no pressure to do all the days. It's a busy time of year. Tag with #RFAholiday2022 so I can find it!
Happy holidays!!
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setokunslullaby · 3 months
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People be shocked who I know.
Like I run so many blogs and I'm in so many fandoms.
I low-key miss you cat mom (@just-simply-aging)
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kirishwima · 2 years
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Hi! I’m super duper sorry if your prompts are closed, I tried looking so I could double check but I didn’t find anything, so please disregard this if they’re closed (and I’m sorry again!). But if not can you write something about the rfa + v and saeran falling asleep on top of mc if that’s okay?
We will simply ~not~ talk about how long this has been sitting in my inbox-I haven't written anything in a long while, so I'm sorry if this is a little rusty!
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YOOSUNG:
He’d been gaming all night, yet again, his eyes glued to the screen until the morning light seeped in through his bedroom window. He had barely even noticed it though, only pausing when he heard MC’s alarm go off, shaking him out of his daze.
He’d turned to look at them at that, hiding a giggle behind his hands as MC grumbled, their eyes still tightly shut as they fumbled around the bedside table to turn off the alarm, snuggling back into the covers.
Yoosung sighed, shutting his computer off as he gingerly tucked himself into bed besides MC. Except..it wasn’t enough. Seeing MC, still asleep, brows still furrowed from the previous disturbance, he just needed to be closer to them.
He shuffled closer, closer, closer-ever so slowly, careful not to rouse them, until he’d been practically laying atop of them. How they didn’t wake up when he’d put his whole weight on them is a miracle, and yet here he was, his head resting atop their breast, his arms tight around their waist, legs interlocked with MC’s, like a koala tightly wound around a tree.
He promised himself it was only for a minute or two, just to get some cuddles in before he’d have to wake MC up so they wouldn’t be late to class…but he had been up all night, and MC *was* oh so comfortable….
MC woke up bleary-eyed, an odd weight on their chest, blonde tufts of hair tickling their nose-they didn’t need to check to know Yoosung had been cuddled up with them, the cutie. 
They sighed, gently removing one hand from where it’d been stuck beneath Yoosung to grab ahold of their phone, check if they have some more time to snooze before heading to class…..
"YOOSUNG GET UP! GET UP!"
Poor boy woke up being tugged off of MC, who hurriedly threw the closet doors open, grabbing any garment of clothing they could find, shoving it over their pyjamas as they rushed to the bathroom
"YOOSUNG YOU MUST’VE HEARD MY ALARM CLOCK WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME-IM AN HOUR LATE SHIT-" Their voice echoed from where they’d rushed to the bathroom, the sound of the tap water running muffling their voice.
Yoosung sighed, smooshing his cheek onto the pillow.
"But baabe…you looked too cute to wake up."
MC peeked out the bathroom, cheeks flushed, a toothbrush stuck in their mouth as they glared loving daggers at him.
"Yoosung Kim, you cute freaking monster, you’ll be the death of me."
Yoosung huffed a laugh.
"Love you too baby!"
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ZEN:
It’d been another long day of work and rehearsals, meeting upon meeting and a couple photoshoots thrown inbetween it all. 
The only thing keeping Zen sane had been…well, MC. Your lover being your manager did have its perks, after all.
He’d just shut the door of his personal trailer room, smiling big and bright at fans and reporters that had been queueing up outside to get a glimpse of him-until he shut the door, letting out a sigh that made his shoulders hunch.
MC was already sitting on the couch, the day’s itinerary in their hands as they read through and planned accordingly, when Zen approached them, huffing loud and audible as he stared down at them. 
"May I help you~?" MC teased, putting their planner to the side as they spread their arms, knowing full well what Zen’s next move will be.
He slumped himself down into their embrace, letting his weight drop onto the couch besides them, plopping his head into their lap with a pout.
"I’m so tired! Please tell me we’re done for the day-please! I just want to go back home with you, drink a nice cold beer and watch some dumb rom-com and cuddle."
MC sighed, running their hands through his hair, relilshing in the way he craned his neck to the touch, like a cat lazing about in the sun.
"I’d love nothing else baby. But…we still have another meeting with that advertising company I’d talked to you about, and you have that late night show to attend in the evening. It’s a live show so you’ll have to be there a couple hours earlier for a quick rehearsal too."
Zen groaned, hiding his face into MC’s abdomen as his arms wrapped around their middle.
MC shook their head. "Although…I could work somethings out and get you.." they checked their watch, their mind doing some quick math, "a 2 hour break, starting now. How does that sound?"
Zen took a peek at them, his pout so dramatic and comical MC wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss it off of his lips.
"Will you stay here and cuddle with me?"
"Sure, just let me get some phone calls out the way-" MC laughed as they tried to stand up, only to be pulled back by Zen’s incredible force.
"No! No. Just…stay with me. Let me rest here, just for another 5 minutes."
"Zen…"
"Please?" and well, when he looked at them like this, big doe eyes and his thumb rubbing soothing circles into their hip…who was MC to say no?
"5 minutes baby. Then I got to get up and get back to work."
Suffice to say, it hadn’t been 5 minutes. Within seconds Zen was already asleep, MC’s thighs serving as the comfiest pillow he could ask for, his arms still wrapped around them even in his sleep, refusing to budge even an inch.
MC sighed. Guess they could cancel that late night show after all. 
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JAEHEE:
It was late into the night by the time Jaehee managed to get home, doing her best to quietly take off her shoes and coat as she stumbled further into her and MC’s shared apartment. 
She’d completely forgotten she’d promised Zen she’d meet him for drinks after work, and as much as she tried to convince MC to join them, MC shook their head, saying they were too tired, that the she and Zen should catch up and that they’d just head home from the cafe and get some rest.
She really didn’t mean to stay out so late, to drink so much-she knows MC would never mind, but still..she wanted to come home to them, cuddle with them on the couch, fall asleep besides them. As much as she’d enjoyed her outing…it didn’t feel the same without MC there with them. 
She hadn’t realised how much she’d drank, until she stumbled into the bedroom, her pyjamas haphazardly thrown on, her vision blurry as she fumbled with the bed covers, dropping herself into bed-not hearing the soft ‘oof’ that sounded as she fell into what she’d assumed was the mattress.
The next morning she woke with a groan, her head spinning, her temples throbbing in the familiar tell tale signs of a hangover.
She patted the bed, assuming she’d feel the warm body of MC besides her…except she didn’t.
Had she overslept? Was MC already up and about? They’d usually wake her though, it’s not like them to wake up without gently waking Jaehee too…
"Morning baby"
That…that’s MC’s voice. Why is it so close to her ears?? There’s shivers up her spine, her cheeks flush as her eyes snap wide open and her hands push down on the mattress to push herself up-
Except there is no mattress. Instead she’s currently pushing herself off of MC, who’a awkwardly trying not to wince as Jaehee jabbed them in the ribs in her rush to get up.
"I-what-did I sleep on you?!"
MC huffs a laugh, stretching their muscles out as they sit up-the first time since last night that they’ve been able to freely move. "That you did."
Jaehee’s about to die of embarrassment, already hiding her face in her hands, an apology halfway through her lips, when MC grabs a hold of their hands, tugging them away from her face.
"You kept mumbling my name and cuddling me-it was so cute I thought I’d transcended to heaven!"
Jaehee shot out of bed, grabbing her glasses as she awkwardly tried to find her composure.
"That…let’s…let’s not speak of this again."
"Does that mean no cuddles tonight?!" MC peered up at Jaehee, wobbling their lip. "I liked you cuddling up to me so boldly! I’d…like if you did that more often. Preferably sober."
And well, who’s Jaehee to refuse such a request?
"…I’ll think about it."
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JUMIN:
See, you’d think Jumin wouldn’t be the type to ask for affection so boldly, that he would never be the one to initiate a cuddle session-
And you’d be 100% wrong. This man is touch STARVED, he’s a man who has tasted water for the first time in decades and can’t get enough, will drink a whole ocean dry in his quest to quench his thirst.
He has no qualms about PDA, will hold MC close to him at any given circumstance, will guide them through a busy room with his hand resting on the small of their back, will wrap his hands across their waist and tug them close to him when he craves their hugs, be it at home or in the middle of a fancy gala, my dude Does Not Care. He’ll get the affection he seeks, when he seeks it, always.
So it’s no surprise for MC when Jumin comes home from work exhausted, slumping himself over MC where they’d been lounging on the couch, Elizabeth the 3d by their feet as they scrolled through their phone.
Jumin just sighed, smiling softly at the sight of them laid down on the couch, and simply…flopped down beside them.
He tried not to squish them with his weight-but he needs to be as physically close as possible, slots himself inbetween MC’s legs, hides his face in the crook of their neck, sighs in content as they wrap their arms across his back and gently rake their nails up and down his forearms.
"Long day?" they ask, kissing his temple.
He simply lets out a long sigh, nodding into their skin. In some ways, he’s more like a cat than Elizabeth is, MC thinks, biting down a giggle.
"I missed you" he breaths, tracing his lips onto the cusp of their collarbone.
"I missed you too. I’m glad you’re home."
And that’s it when it comes to their conversation. They could ask each other about their day, but they’re both content in the silence, enjoying the warmth of skin touching skin, MC finding peace in the way Jumin’s breaths deepen and even out, their touch lulling him to sleep. Knowing they have this effect on him-that he’s this comfortable with them, this vulnerable-it’s an odd sense of power and fear, the need to protect him overwhelming, to keep him tight and safe in their arms.
MC doesn’t care that their arms are getting sore within an hour of Jumin laying on top of them-hell, their whole body could wither away. So long as this man is resting so peacefully atop of them, they will not move an INCH.
You know how it’s illegal to move when a cat falls asleep on your lap? Yeah. The same applies to Jumin Han.
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SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:
Here is yet another touch starved loverboy, except…he’s actually a little reluctant to seek out affection, at least in the begining of his and MC’s relationship (and when I say begining…I do mean the first 6 months minimum lol)
He loves it when MC hugs him! He’ll hug them back twice as tight. If they kiss him, he’ll laugh and pepper their face with smooches, if they cuddle him he will NOT let go not even if his hands shake.
He craves MC constantly, the moment he’s not touching them he’s already missing them.
So once he gets more used to physical affection…once he feels just as comfortable hugging MC first, cuddling them first…it’s game over.
MC is laying on the couch? He’ll simply waltz on over and throw himself atop of them. MC’s taking a nap? He’ll simply flop into the bed, wrapping himself across them like a vine leaf over rice in the oven. MC’s doing something mundane like brushing their teeth in the morning? Seven’s there, his arms wrapped around them, his head on their shoulder as he yawns loud and grumpy.
Waking up to him atop of them, his head on their chest, his legs intertwined with them is nothing unusual. It’s everyday routine by now. He’ll either drag MC close, letting them rest on him, or vice versa. So long as he gets his daily Cuddle Recommended Intake, he doesn’t mind. 
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V/JIHYUN:
GIVE V CUDDLES. GIVE V CUDDLES!!!!!!!!!!
My boy loves physical affection SO much, it’s his love language! When he loves someone he NEEDS to feel close to them, needs to have his skin touching theirs. 
He’s a little hesitant at first-doesn’t want to intrude MC’s boundaries, doesn’t want them to feel uncomfortable-but once they say they’re okay with it he is ON them 24/7.
He loves kissing them, loves hugging them from behind as they make coffee, loves to breathe in their scent as he lets his forehead touch theirs. 
One night, when MC had already got into bed, reading a book they rested across their lap, he walked into the bedroom, a shy smile emerging on his lips at the sight of them-of his beloved, resting comfortably, safe, knowing he’ll get to hold them close to him. 
He quickly shuffled into bed beside them, a dreamy gaze in his eyes as he looked at them, so engrossed in their book…a little too engrossed in it. Did they not notice him getting into bed beside them? Did they not want to cuddle with him? 
He extended his arm, letting it rest on their belly. MC smiled but said nothing, simply moved a little so they could keep reading their book.
V pouted at that. He shuffled closer, resting his head on their lap, atop the book, a petulant huff escaping his lips. MC laughed, tugging the book from under his head, leaning down to run a hand through his hair.
"You big goof. What is it?"
"Nothing" he huffed. "Just…wanted to be close to you, is all" he said, nudging himself even closer for emphasis.
"Close? You’re practically on me" MC laughed. 
"Still not close enough" V sighed. "Just..need to feel you here beside me. Knowing you’re here with me…it keeps me grounded." He turned to look at them, his eyes so soft, so full of-of love. "I love you."
And what can you say to that? When he says it so sweetly, so quietly, a private confession just for them… 
"I love you too."
He remains like that, his head on their belly as MC shuffles, rests their hands on his shoulders so they can keep reading their book with V stuck this close to them, smiling down at him as he falls asleep in their arms.
"You are so insufferably adorable" they huff as they put their book down, gathering V up in their arms.
Did they have the most comfortable night’s sleep? No, they did not. Was it worth it? 100%, yes.
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SAERAN/RAY/UNKNOWN:
Sae…is a little hesitant when it comes to physical affection.
He loves it when MC hugs him! But when it comes to him initiating it..he’s a little scared still, needs some reassurance from MC that it’s okay, that they love him and like it when he hugs them, when he kissed them. He never wants to put MC in a position where they’re uncomfortable, never wants to do something they’re not 100% okay with.
So when he comes home one night after a long day of working at C&R, his fingers sore from how much he had to type away at his computer all day…he’s exhausted. All he wants is to come home to MC, knowing he’ll feel revitalised just by seeing them.
He doesn’t expect to find them in the balcony, laying down on the outdoor couch-a small thing, barely fit for two people, yet something they both wanted to have in their shared apartment, a place to relax, surrounded by all the plants and flowers Saeran has been taking care of, the sight of them almost drowning out the hustle and bustle of the city below-a private oasis just for the two of them.
They’re curled up on the couch, a cup of iced tea on the small table besides them, their eyes closed at they seem to be nodding off. Their eyes snap open at the sight of Saeran, a small fond smile creeping up on their lips.
"You’re home!" they greet him, leaning their head up as he bends down to kiss them. "Long day?"
He hums. "Yes. Very. Seeing you is melting all the fatigue away though."
"You big sap" MC laughs. They open up their arms, inviting him in, still laid down on the couch. "Come here. Rest up for a bit with me."
He’s a little awkward at first, bending down expecting MC will move to make space for him to sit-they don’t. Instead they tug him atop of them, their knees bent funny, Saeran’s legs protruding from the edge of the couch, his elbow finding MC’s stomach before he adjusts accordingly, fitting himself into every crevice until he’s laying on them, his face hidden on their breastbone.
"Just…stay like this for a bit. With me. Like having you this close to me" MC admits, running their fingers up and down his back as he sighs, takes in their scent, feels their breath on his head. 
"I like it too. Being close to you-I never want to part. Never again."
MC kisses the crown of his head, lets their face rest there for a moment. "We won’t. We’ll be by each other, always. I promise you." they hug him tight, tighter, as if trying to fuse their bodies into one. "Now get some rest. Just for a bit."
Of course…’just for a bit’ turns into nightfall, the sun setting and the moon greeting them as the two hurriedly get up and off of the couch, the cold night seeping into their bones. Still, it’s okay. When they go back inside, when they lay in bed interlocked in a tight embrace-all the cold melts away. Only warmth remains.
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marshmallowprotection · 4 months
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If it wasn’t waken yet, what about “oh, sweetheart- come here.” for Saeyoung?
“Oh, sweetheart—come here.” Your open arms were waiting for him the minute he opened the door to your apartment. He looked just like a wet cat that pawed its way off the sidewalk and into your bag, but it was no surprise to you. He hardly left the hospital these days. He was afraid of someone pressuring his brother into doing something he did not want to do.
He needed medical attention, sure, but he spent way too long being forced to do things against his will.
One of the only things he mentioned to you was that the doctors were pressuring him to sign an agreement so that they could do whatever they needed to do to his brother, and he couldn't bring himself to sign away his brother's ability to speak for himself.
He often spoke for his brother, but this time, he couldn't bring himself to do that since the only reason his brother fell into this position was because he trusted the wrong people. The guilt and shame were just eating away at him every day, and while you knew he didn't want that to leak into his fleeting moments of peace with you—
God, you wanted him to talk about it so it wasn't bubbling up like a pot with no one there to stop it from pouring out.
If there was one thing you were proud of, it was that he was able to at least allow himself to be vulnerable when he was with you.
He wasn't ready to let go of everything weighing on his mind, but he was man enough to admit he needed a hug. Baby steps, you had to remind yourself. He repressed all of his emotions for God knows how long, and he was more likely to fall into old habits than he was to let go of them. 
You didn't want to judge or make him feel like he had to do things he wasn't ready for. He needed five minutes to do something that wasn't filled to the brim with what was waiting for him back at the hospital or back at his bunker.
He needed five minutes to be a person, and you knew he felt most normal when he was with you. He could be Saeyoung when he was with you... and he didn't have to shuffle through old masks to get by in your arms.  
As he shivered in your arms, you kissed the side of his head. "C'mon, I'll draw a warm bath for you, okay? I don't want you to catch a cold... I can even join you if you want. But, you're freezing and we need you to get warmed up again... I've got you, Saeyoung."
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aftergiow · 1 year
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Mystictober 2022, day 1
Favorite character + first date.
GE Saeran x GN!Reader | 489 words.
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Saeran stood still for a second, eyes closed, the coldness of the wind hitting his face, helping him ease his nervousness. It wasn’t unusual for him to be nervous, but there was something special about the way he felt at that moment. He opened his eyes; in front of him was a blanket laying on the grass, a picnic basket sitting on top of it and different kinds of food and desserts laying on it, too.
Saeran had proposed for the both of you to have an official first date, since you haven’t had a chance to take a break since breaking out of Mint Eye and rescuing Saeyoung from V and Rika. So you decided on throwing a little picnic in a nice park, just the two of you, finally. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes as he heard a few footsteps approaching him. The white-haired man turned around, his lips curving into a smile as he saw you waving at him while getting closer.
“Hi!” your voice was the nicest of sounds to him. As heartwarming as the sun on his skin, as sweet as the desserts waiting to be devoured by the both of you.
“Hi, love.” He replied, his voice as soft as the feelings he had for you. He took your hand, guiding the both of you to sit down.
The both of you sat there, chatting and eating the food he had so carefully prepared, feeding each other in between sweet laughs and bites of strawberry filled vanilla cake. When the both of you finished up the majority of the food and fell quiet, Saeran couldn’t help but stare at the scene in front of him: you lying on the blanket, eyes closed, enjoying his company while the sun sets in front of you. As orange and pink hues bathed your body, Saeran couldn’t help but smile. When you opened your eyes and greeted his, you felt your face warming up.
“What?” you asked, a small giggle escaping from your lips.
He shook his head, “nothing,” he replied, “I’m just really happy to be here with you.”
You couldn’t help but smile as you sat up again, your face as close as possible to his, your noses brushing. “I’m happy you’re here, too.”
Saeran couldn’t help but blush too, having you so close to him. Even if you’ve known each other for quite a bit now, you always find a way to fluster him. He smiled tenderly as he placed a hand on your cheek, your skin burning up against his cold touch, leaning in to kiss you. Saeran felt like he was going to burst with emotions, all of them positive; that’s the impact you had on him.
When pulling apart, Saeran couldn't help but sigh, his heart so full of love. He couldn't wait to have a million more dates with you, and to spend your forever together.
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bluejay-writes · 6 months
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Mystictober 2023: Day 7 - Voice like an Angel
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You can read/collect this fic on Ao3 if that’s more your speed!
Rating: Teen (Swears, Sex References)
Prompt: Festival / Music
Characters: Zen, Jaehee, GN!OC = Garrett.
Wordcount: 2268
Summary: Garrett hasn't seen Jaehee since they quit school to pursue music. One fateful day at a festival, Jaehee hooks Garrett up with Zen. For music reasons and only music reasons.
Author's Notes: This fic was written for Mystictober 2023, Day 7.  I really love how this turned out, and even I'm curious about what's going to happen with Garrett and Zen down the line. Certainly whatever it is, Jaehee will have all the gossip.
Also, I know that the fact that there's no relationships in this means that the vast majority of people won't read it. And I'm actually okay with that. But sometimes a story calls for an aro they/them OC, and not following the muse on that one is like tearing my own heart out.
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Garrett was nervous.  They weren’t usually nervous, not for concerts, not anymore.  But it had been a long time since their little band had performed on a big festival stage. And by a long time, they meant like a decade.  They’d been 16 and fearless the last time, and while it had gone fine, they hadn’t been invited back the next year, so who knew how “fine” it had actually been.
This year’s festival was sponsored by C&R International, and while their sponsorship was a surprise, it seemed that one of the C&R Directors was actually running the festival this time.  Things seemed to be going well. Ticket sales were up, food stalls weren’t murdering the merch sales with impossibly high water prices because C&R was just handing out water bottles for free. 
What that actually meant for Garrett was that they actually knew the person in charge of the stage they were playing on, and that - that - was what had them nervous.  C&R’s Stage Liaison for the Cyclone stage was none other than Jaehee Kang herself.  Garrett knew Jaehee from Cram School.  Okay, from the cram school they’d dropped out of to pursue being a musician full time.  And yes, that had worked out.  Backing vocals and bass guitar in a band that opened for multiple sold out tours internationally was no joke.  And sure, they could be lead vocals. Or in a band that headlined those tours. But they refused to downplay their own achievement by wishing for more.
Jaehee had, however, known them by their dead name. And certainly their visual presentation was no longer the demure girl with long black braids and braces, but an undercut mohawk and androgynous presentation wouldn’t stop the notoriously observant Jaehee from figuring out who they were immediately.  None of the band had called them by their dead name in at least five years. But the minute the media caught wind of it, they were likely to be haunted by it again approximately forever but at least a few months.
“Oh my god, Garrett, just calm down.” J.T. said, laughing at them. “Your crush will remember you, I promise.”
Of course J.T. would tease them for that.  When they’d tried to explain why they were nervous the other day, the entire band remembered how much time they used to spend studying at the library with Jaehee, and how worried they were about what the girl would think when they quit cram school.  In the end, Jaehee hadn’t said anything, just nodded at them and went back to studying.  If Garrett had been crushing on Jaehee, those hopes were, well, crushed.
“It’s not like that, J.T. God.” Garrett said, rolling their eyes as they set their bass case down, leaning it against the stage.
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“Garrett!” A feminine voice called out to them, and they turned to look.  Wait a minute.
“Jaehee?”  They asked, uncertain if this glasses-wearing pixie-cut business suit was the girl they used to know, or if it was wishful thinking.
“Obviously.” She pushed her glasses up as she came to a stop just outside the circle of band members. “I thought that was you!” 
“Oh. H-hey.” They said, stuttering awkwardly. They weren’t the most social person to start with, but seeing someone they hadn’t seen in a decade was… an entirely different situation.
“I am rather excited to see your show. I arranged for you to be on my stage - there was a bit of a battle between stage liaisons over your band, but honestly, all I had to do was state a preference and they weren’t even competiton.”
“What do you mean?” Garrett said, confused. “I mean, I did wonder how we managed to score the second largest stage in the entire festival, but…”
“Oh, well, being the executive assistant to the director in charge of the festival has its perks.” Jaehee said, and Garrett was sure if she had longer hair, she’d have flipped it over her shoulder.
“Sweet, Thanks for pulling for us, Miss Jaehee!” Arabella, their lead vocalist, practically yelled. “We’ve been hoping to play this festival again, and it finally didn’t conflict with a tour, and then here you are getting us prime real estate like a goddess.  Garrett, dude, you totally owe her a date.”
Jaehee glanced at Garrett with a blush on her cheeks, and they spoke in almost perfect unison.
“I don’t date.”
“Absolutely out of the question.”
They shared a look, and J.T. just cackled.
“Aaanyway.” Garrett said, deciding to fix one awkward topic with another. “Jaehee, as much as I hate to say this, I really expected you to dead name me.  How did you…?” They trailed off, wishing they’d figured out the end of that sentence before they started talking.
“How did I know your use name?  Come on, Garrett.  Do you really think the girl you studied with for all of those endless hours wouldn’t keep track of you after you ditched me? I’ve got all of your records. And no, I don’t just mean albums. I even have your first pressing.”
“Wait, you what?” J.T. was staring at her deadpan, and Garrett could feel themself blushing.
“Yes, of course the one with glitter in it.” Jaehee said, pushing her glasses up in a way that made them flash in the light. “I’m a professional fan, you know. When I’m a fan, I’m committed.  There’s only one other artist I feel this strongly about, you know.”
“Oh?” Garrett said, trying desperately to deflect the conversation before Ara asked if Jaehee had the one with Garrett’s naked silhouette on the cover. “And who would that be?”
Jaehee’s face flushed instantly. “Zen.” She said, in a way that made Garrett instantly envious of the man.
“Isn’t he that musical actor who’s been recording musical covers on MeTube in his spare time?” J.T. asked, confused.
“The very same.” Jaehee said. “He’s truly one of the masters of our age.”
Garrett didn’t know who that was, but they knew they were going to look into him just to see what Jaehee liked that wasn’t, well, them.  Then, Ara giggled, and Garrett knew they needed to change the subject quick before their frontwoman offended their staff contact.
“Sorry to derail.  We’ve got all of our gear here, and we’re playing…”
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The set had been long, and it was summer. Garrett felt like they were dripping in sweat, probably because they were.  It didn’t take long to pack up their bass, and then they were leaning against the back of the stage again, almost as though they existed in two places. On the stage and off of it, ne’er the twain shall meet. Like a video game NPC.
They were relishing in the shade that the stage itself cast when Jaehee’s voice echoed from around the corner.
“I don’t know, they’re probably exhausted, Z—Hyun.”
“But you promised! And she’s perfect, Jaehee.”
“They.” Jaehee said, a sharp correction. “And I don’t know, it’s an abuse of power to…”
“Just ask them.” he said, pleading. “I will take no for an answer. You know I will. I’m not Echo Girl.”
“Fine. But if they stop talking to me over this I will take it as a personal slight, Hyun.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Garrett pretended to be looking at their phone when Jaehee rounded the corner.  If they’d thought that Jaehee was talking about anyone else, the pronoun correction disabused them of that notion really quickly.
“Garrett?”
They looked up. Jaehee looked nervous, and surprised to see them back here already. “I… uh… I have a friend that really wants to meet you. He’s…”
Garrett simply raised an eyebrow and the woman caved immediately.
“He’s a good friend of mine, I promise. He wants to ask you something, and I don’t know how to say no to the man, would you be willing to…”
“Of course, Jaehee.” Garrett said, chuckling. “I don’t mind talking to a fan, especially one you’ve vouched for. J.T. and Arabella will still be a minute, bring him back here.”
Jaehee relaxed like a marionette whose strings had been cut, and turned to leave. “He’s just over here, I’ll be right back.”
Garrett tried not to listen in when Jaehee told the man he could come talk to them, but they were just so good at eavesdropping on conversations at this point, they didn’t know how to not.
“They invited you back, Hyun.”
“They WHAT?!” 
“Don’t embarrass me.”
“Me, Zen, embarrass you?”
“I thought we weren’t using your stage name at this festival?”
“Shit. Right. I. Uh. Forget you heard that.”
“Anyway.” Garrett could practically hear Jaehee roll her eyes. “Come on, let’s not keep them waiting. You should have a few minutes to chat with them alone before their band mates finish packing up.”
“A-alone?” The man stuttered, and Garrett smirked, an expression that was still on their face when Jaehee rounded the corner with an incredibly attractive man with piercing red eyes.
“Garrett, this is Hyun. Hyun, this is the bassist you’re so enamored with. You two chat, I have to go make sure the crowd clears a bit so we can pack you out and the next act in.” Having said her piece, Jaehee turned on her heel and walked away, leaving the two of them facing one another.
Garrett, for their part, smirked. “Enamored with?”
Hyun just blushed and shrugged. “She calls it like she sees it.”
“Well, sweet cheeks, don’t get your hopes up, I don’t date.” Garrett said, and he waved his hands as if to wipe away the suggestion.
“No, no. It’s not. I mean you’re hot as hell, and not just in an “it’s summer and you’re outdoors” kind of way. But it’s your voice I’m in love with. Seriously. Why are you just backing vocals? You could be a real star with that tone, babe.”
“Are you trying to poach me? I’m not leaving the band.”
“W-well, no, I just… I was wondering if you’d be interesting in recording a few tracks with me while you’re in town? I need someone to duet with, and I’ve never met anyone with a voice so rich.”
“Duets? You in a band? Wannabe idol, or…?”
“Oh. OH. Uh. I’m Zen.” He said, and winked at them.
Garrett burst out laughing.
“Wait. Jaehee is a major fangirl for some guy she knows? I thought I was a bad enough case, oh my god.”
“You actually know Jaehee too? Not just because of the bullshit stage work that Trust Fund asshole has her doing?”
“Well, yeah, we went to cram school together like a decade ago. How do you know her?”
“We’re in a fundraising charity together. Have you heard of the RFA?”
“Oh, yeah, she wanted us to play for one of their Christmas parties a couple years back but we were in Canada at the time.”
“Haaah. That was you. She was so disappointed.”
“So, anyway. You want me to lay some tracks with you?”
“If you would. I’ve got some duets I want to cover, and I hope this isn’t offensive somehow, but I really think your voice would be stellar for the female lead lines.”
“Oh.” Garrett said, a bit taken back at just how considerate he was being. “No, that’s not offensive in the least. That could be fun, but I’d have to check with my manager about contract stipulations - our contract’s pretty tight at least until we release this album, so…”
“Oh, alright. How about I give you my number, and you can call me?” He looked uncomfortable, and now knowing who he was, Garrett didn’t blame him. 
“Yeah, let’s exchange contacts. I’d at least love to get coffee with you and Jaehee sometime.”
Zen held out his phone - They typed in their number, and he turned his phone back to himself and typed out a message.  They felt their phone buzz in their back pocket, and smiled.
“Got it.”
“Got what?” J.T. said, throwing a spare hand towel at their face.
“My number, hot stuff.” Zen said, with a wink at J.T., and then a wave in their direction without looking at them. “Garrett, babe. Don’t leave me waiting too long.” He’d put on this air of being incredibly too good for them, and strutted off like the hottest possible model.
Which, to be fair, he was objectively attractive. And subjectively hot as hell, Garrett thought.
“What was that about?” J.T. asked, eyeing them.
“Looks like Garrett got themselves a free ticket to a one night stand with a sexy groupie.” Ara said, smirking.
“Yeah, I’d hit that.”
“Poor guy’s going to be heartbroken when he realizes you’re aro, you know that right Garrett?” J.T. said, with a serious look.
“I promise, he’s not. It’s not…” Garrett sighed. They’d tried to play it up, really they had. “That was Zen. Jaehee knows him from that charity org. He wants to sing with me for his metube. I’m going to check with Mr. Kim about the contact and see what I can do - it certainly couldn’t hurt us to get our name out there a different way, you know?”
“Oh. Well now I feel like shit for insinuating that.” Ara said, sheepishly.
“No, he wanted you to think that, I guarantee it. Man’s a really good actor.” They pulled their phone out of their back pocket and laughed at the message before sharing it with the band.
Hey, it’s Zen. Or Hyun, if you’d rather. Hit me up, babe, you know I’m good for it.
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ciaossu-imagines · 25 days
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So for Day 16 of the event, I used prompt 16 and the word ‘lies’ for Saeyoung from Mystic Messenger! Thanks so much for putting up with all the unrequested posts on here and I hope you all enjoy the headcanons 😊
Lies
I’m going to be completely and totally honest with you lovely readers here – Saeyoung can lie as easily as he breathes. It’s a trait that he’s really had to learn to develop throughout his life, not just in his work but even growing up with his mother where he had to learn to lie with a straight face and have her believe him to keep both him and Saeran safe.
That habit only had to strengthen when he went to work. He could never tell anyone who he really was – he had to lie about how he grew up, had to lie about his birth name (which is part of what led to him taking on a baptismal name, on top of him finding religion), had to lie or distract from what he actually does in his job. There’s so much of him that is lies, pranks, distractions, that at points, he felt drowned in all the lies in his life, where he almost loses sight of who he actually is under all those lies.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to be honest, he just doesn’t really know how and the thought of being completely honest and transparent and letting anyone fully know him? It’s something that terrifies him, on a very base level. He downplays it, knows how to use humour and silliness to make sure people don’t really see it, but along the way, the lies really did help him feel safer.
Even when, after everything that happens on his route, he gets love and his family back, Saeyoung really struggles to tell the truth. Lying is a habit for him, and it’s a hard one for him to break. He has little reason to tell lies anymore but he just can’t seem to stop himself, especially if what he’s lying about is something actually important to him or something that’s close to who he is and what he feels and how he thinks.
His loved ones and his friends will have to be patient with him. It doesn’t mean they should tolerate his lies and can’t call him out on them, but they should be gentle with him and try to be understanding. When something has been that big a part of your life for so long, it’s not easy to just stop. He will get better about telling the truth and being more vulnerable, but they need to give him time.
Of course, it’s Saeran that Saeyoung has the easiest time getting comfortable being completely honest with first and Saeran is also the one who challenges him the most on his lies, but in a way that Seven responds the best too.
Vanderwood and Yoosung remain the ones that Seven continually finds himself telling fibs and lies too, though eventually it really is just because he finds pranking those two or getting reactions out of those two too hilarious not to.
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brighteststar707 · 9 months
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Lollipop 🍭 for Saeyoung (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤
She/her pronouns. Maybe like mc falls for him not expecting much back but then with time realizes that he might have feelings for her too? I think this would be fun to see in the post SE timeline when Saeyoung can take time falling in love. And MC wasn't pushy or invasive in his route, she was understanding! She helped Saeyoung bring Saeran back and kept supporting him any way she could during Saeran's recovery. As she spends more time with Saeyoung she realizes that she has genuine feelings for him and she notices that he might be feeling the same way. This might be a bit too much backstory for a drabble 😅 do feel free to add or change anything you like! I'm excited to read it ♥️♥️ congrats again for 300 followers!🥳💕💕
Lucy! Thank you for your patience!
This request was a lot of fun to write, though it did take me some time to figure out how best to frame it. Don't apologise for the extra backstory, I love hearing about the ideas you have in mind!
The concept of Saeyoung and his MC falling for each other slowly after the events of his route is one I really enjoy. It's probably a lot healthier than what happens in the route. He needs his time to come to terms with everything else before ever considering love.
I took most of your prompt and changed the perspective a bit, so it's Saeyoung realizing his feelings after everything is said and done. I hope you enjoy <3
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✧ Lollipop ~ Having a crush
Today’s outing takes a detour to a little coffee shop. After a few hours of walking around the park and exploring different shops, they’d both like a break. It’s an unremarkable building, the kind of place that’s easy to miss if you’re not paying attention but surprisingly, the inside is warm and welcoming, like a little hideaway from the streets outside. Saeyoung likes it from the moment they enter. How she ever found this place, he doesn’t know.
They pick a good variety of pastries from the case to go with their drinks – they’ve never been the type to do half-measures – and then settle into a booth by the window. He sits opposite her, and the table is small enough that his legs risk bumping into hers. He tucks them under his chair instead.
Since the twins' lives had settled into a new sort of normal in the bunker, Saeyoung had found himself with a lot more free time on his hands. Saeran did not need him in the ways he once did (in fact, his independence is key to his recovery). The agency had imploded and his father had finally been served justice. He wasn’t sure what was left for him to do except stare at the walls of his office. He had never had any ambitions beyond the life he had been previously living. They were never allowed.  
She had caught him in the middle of a crisis where he had spent weeks closed up indoors panicking about the openness of his future. She encouraged him to come outside with her, it had been so long since they had last seen each other, after all. They went for a walk around the empty land surrounding where he lived, talked about life, the little things, and then later the big scary things. 
This gesture of hers had awoken in him a feverish desire to catch up on everything at once, the life he had been missing all this time. They immediately started making plans for when to meet up next, where to go and what to do.
No two outings so far have been the same. Sometimes, they just pick random exits off the highway to go exploring. Other times, they went to the cinema or a museum. The RFA joined them sometimes, like the time they managed to convince Jumin to hold a game night at his penthouse (those shiny new consoles were just begging to be used) and the time they all went together to watch Zen perform in his latest show. Saeran even agreed to join once or twice, like when they got ice cream at the park or when they went to go visit an art gallery. A lot of the time, though, it was just the two of them.
They didn't mind it that way. It was no secret that they had always been closer than the others. Even from the beginning, when they were just strangers in a chatroom, they managed to still joke around in ways the others didn’t understand. There was an understanding between them, a product of their personalities and the things they had been through, that would be difficult to replicate with anyone else.
Even now, as they sit in the café sipping their drinks, the silence is comfortable. He can read the expression on her face as she watches the people walk by from the quirk in her eyebrows and the slight smile that curves the corners of her mouth.
She catches him watching her, though, and quickly locks her eyes on his.
She flashes him a cheeky smile and says, “Something catch your eye?” and his stomach does somersaults. Did she always look like that?
Despite all the time they had spent together, both before Mint Eye and after, sometimes it felt like he was still just noticing things about her he probably should have noticed before this. The smell of her shampoo when she got into his car earlier today. Her arm brushing against his when reaching for a book on a shelf next to him. The proximity of their knees under the table.
If he looks visibly flustered, she doesn't let on. She instead replaces her question with another one. She asks him about how life is going in the bunker. How he is coping, how Saeran is coping.
He tells her that he is looking at houses, that he's trying to find the best way to broach the idea of moving to Saeran. How to involve him in the process, so he has a say in where they end up living. He tells her that it's getting easier on most days to talk to each other.
He doesn't give her the half-answers he's used to giving. How could he? She has seen him in his entirety, at his worst as well as his best. It's no use lying to her even if he wanted to; she has been involved with their reuniting and recovery since day one.
She is the reason he survived the whole ordeal at all. When he was falling to pieces at the apartment, she was the one who brought him food, who didn't try to pry. She stubbornly refused to let him punish himself for things that weren't his fault. Then, when it was time for him to go and rescue Saeran, she agreed to go with him without question.
He remembers waking up at the hospital and finding her curled up asleep on a very uncomfortable looking chair. She hadn’t left, even after they got rescued. No, she remained until he was discharged, bringing with her well-wishes from the others and news on Saeran’s recovery. She is the one who broke the news to him about V and who let him air out his frustrations as well as his grief.
When he was finally discharged, she promised him that she was just a call away. He thanked her (he will likely never stop thanking her) but promised himself that he would not burden her with any more of his troubles.
He went on to focus on Saeran’s care. It was worse than he could have imagined, to see his brother in that state. The anger, he could take. He deserved it. But the emptiness, the apathy he saw from the person he once knew to be so joyful scared him like nothing else. He could rescue Saeran from Rika and the drugs she put him under. He could not force him to keep living if he didn't wan to, however.
That’s how he ended up calling her again. From then on, she often accompanied him to hospital visits. She’d wait for him in the waiting room every time he went in, and on days when he couldn’t, she would go in instead. Afterwards, she’d encourage him to talk about the things on his mind. She was the first person to hear about his plan to break Saeran out of the hospital.
He allowed himself to accept help from her and offered her the same support in return. On more than one occasion he stayed on the phone with her till she fell asleep because memories of the basement cell and gunshots and screams were keeping her up. He understood that some things she’d never be able to explain to anyone else.
As he rebuilt his life, she was an essential part of it. He survived because of her friendship and promise that he would never be alone if he didn't want to be.
The time passes quickly as they share pastries and discuss the pros and cons of the different types of houses he is considering. He isn’t sure when their adventures became more about seeing her than doing whatever activity they had planned. When he started calling her just to ask her what she was doing and to hear the sound of her voice on the other side. He is already dreading dropping her off at home later and returning to the bunker by himself. Without her, things feel off-kilter.
There is a small voice telling him that he knows what he's feeling. That he had felt it once before, in a time when she was just a grainy figure on CCTV footage and a voice over the phone. The spark of something that had been stifled by everything that came after.
He leans forward to show her a listing on his phone, and their legs bump under the table. It doesn't look like she notices but he can feel his heart racing. He must say something funny, because she tips her head back to laugh and the sunlight catches on her hair.
And then all the pieces slot together like the world's most obvious puzzle and he is left dumbfounded by his own obliviousness.
Before he can process his realization, before he can try and figure out what it means, the words tumble out of his mouth.
"I love you."
There it was, out on the table with whatever was left of the pastries.
She immediately straightens up and looks at him with wide eyes.
"What did you say?"
Is he imagining things, or does she sound flustered?
"I... love you." He says it slower this time and it sounds almost inadequate.
"Oh."
He's not imagining things. She fiddles with her sleeves and looks down at the table as if it'd be able to hide the smile that's slowly growing on her (definitely blushing) cheeks. Before he can think of something (anything) else to say, she takes a breath and looks at him. She's smiling shyly, it's a look he has never seen on her before.
"That makes me so happy, Saeyoung."
"Does that mean..."
Her smile widens and she nods. "Me too."
"What- why didn't you say anything?"
"I didn't want to dump my feelings on you after everything. I thought it would ruin things."
"As if you could ruin anything."
They hold eye contact for a second before they both burst into a fit of giggles out of relief and the absurdity of it all.
He reaches for her hand across the table. Their legs bump and cross under the table, and he doesn't mind how much the contact makes his heart race. In fact, he relishes it. He wonders what it would feel like if she were closer, whether it would simply stop beating all together. He can't remember the last time someone was this close to him.
They have spent the last few months catching up on life he has missed. As he squeezes her hand between both of his and digests the certainty of their confessions, he realises that this is only the beginning.
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