#the last route;intergalacticxmisfits

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@intergalacticxmisfits | “take my hand.” (Mariah to Saeyoung?) more random dialogue prompts

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To return something to its rightful place, to its home? Nothing easier than that.

Be it while walking the great dangerous of life, true ones such as those he’d dragged her into, and fictional ones such as those he enjoys pretending to be navigating, the games and the jokes and all the adventures he’d promised to take her on, or be it for the most mundane of scenarios, in which she only takes his hand to have it held, there’s nothing Saeyoung could do that is easier.

Sure, it did take him a moment to get there.

It wasn’t always easy to give in to the tugging of his heart. Not at the very beginning, where the hook she’d thrown at it had pierced him so violently and started pulling so aggressively, that he thought one more call on her part, one more smile shot at the security cameras, and surely his heart would come loose and out of his chest, or worse yet, burst completely, torn apart by all he’d wished he wouldn’t feel.

But she’d kept the hook firm and almost gentle and taught him to appreciate the kind of life that considered him worthy and deserving enough to have his hand placed in hers.

A hook became a scarf and he’s never felt warmer.

He slips his fingers between hers for good measure, gaze lifted from his phone the moment he’d heard her request? Demand? Either way would be fine. Lollipop stick dangling off his lips, glasses halfway down his nose, he stares at her with the wonder of a child who’d just gotten the proof that maybe angels to exist after all.

And with love claimed once more, repeated to every corner of every sheet of white that might be willing to have itself read to stranger’s eyes, only one question remains.

“Everything alright?”

#intergalacticxmisfits #the last route;intergalacticxmisfits #you're the debug command to the code of my heart;saeyoung & mariah #PARDON THE LACK OF ENVIRONMENT AND THE SHEER AMOUNT OF PROSING FKLHG I HOPE THIS IS OKAY? #He just feels SO MIUCH LOVE FOR HER he can't ever stop thinking about it and trying to attach poetry to it somebody save this MAN #EXCEPT not really because she's already saved him ;W;

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!! Saeyoung and Mariah??? For the kiddo meme??

— if they had a kid meme | @intergalacticxmisfits

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Name:   Choi Olivia (called Livvy or Liv)Gender:   FemaleGeneral Appearance:   She inherited most of her looks either from her father or as a natural combination of her father and her mother - apple-red hair, boxy smile, a gentle taint of golden in her brown eyes, gives her iris a unique, bronze-like shade - but inherited her body built and stature entirely from her mother - while her sister is smaller than all of them.Personality:   While definitely just as prone to laughing and joking around as the rest of the family, Olivia seems just a tad more open about her level-headedness, enjoying situations in which she can freely take the lead, and organise events or their home life; she’s incredibly active, both in the academical sense and in the household - unlike her sister who is hard-working, but not passionate about it - and can often be found looking forward to vacations at her grandparents’ where she hopes to lend a hand, tooSpecial Talents:   Organising, it seems like the next generation of RFA starts with Livvy, who’s already been seen with an intense glint in her bronze eyes whenever she gets to witness - and participate - in party preparations: it’s her utmost passion, and she’s very good at itWho they like better:   She gets along with both very (and obviously) well, but tends to gravitate towards her mother for the sole reason that her sister, ever since she was old enough to do so (they’re three year apart), has made it her life mission to monopolise their father - Olivia doesn’t mind at all, they all spend time together, no one is neglected, but it’s like it happened naturally, that each daughter gravitated to one parent each to spend time with (but they both love and admire them equally)Who they take after more:   Possibly a fresh new combination of the two, with a tiny bit more in common with their mother - and the seemingly worsening eye-sight of her fatherPersonal Head canon:   Livvy is exactly three years older than Mari, which means her sister was born, she was already up and about, walking and talking, and being a general Presence in the Choi household - she loved to announce herself when she walked into rooms; to Livvy that meant, obviously, that she too would participate in the taking care of the new baby, which is why one day, when Mariah had briefly left the nursery to throw away a used diaper, she’d return to Livvy having grabbed a stool, pushed it close enough to the changing table to stand on it, pull her sleeves back, and already work on opening the fresh diaper: obviously, she would help (a picture of this event has been quickly snapped by the parents and stored away safely in their photo album)Face Claim:   Park Ch.aeyoung

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BONUS: I got another kid idea so I made two

Name:   Choi MariGender:   FemaleGeneral Appearance:   While from afar one might think her hair-colour is brown, upon closer inspection you’ll find that it’s actually more akin to a darker shade of maroon, effectively inheriting the red hair colour of her father as a recessive, and most of the brown of her mother; her eyes resemble both her father and mother’s, but her nose, lips, and eyes are all her mother’s - unlike the sheer incredible with of her grin that seems an incredible copy to her father’s; she’s also... the smallest member of this family (don’t point it out to her)Personality:   A humorous girl at heart, with a definite penchant for pranks, Mari seems to have inherited both her parent’s love for laughter and fun; on top of that, she seems to be very fond of animals and is usually accepted by them - unlike her father in some occasions - but unlike her father who would die for cats and her mother’s expertise with farm animals - oh boy Mari loves visiting her grandparents to play, even at the age of 17 - she seems to find particular interest in rodents - please, please, please can she have a weasel? She seems to be very strong-headed, bordering on stubborn, and would absolutely go to hell and back for her parents. One of her prominent negative traits seems to be her impulsivity, that often shows itself in conflicts or situations in which she wants to protect her friends.Special Talents:   Quick-witted, problem-solving: whether it’s thanks to the sense of responsibility she inherited (mostly) from her mother (working a farm requires a specific set of skills, one Mari would happily flaunt with) or her father’s near-prodigy-level connection to all that is informatics, Mari seems to have a knack for thinking her way out of situations, analysing it to the finest details, and make up solutions to itWho they like better:   While a momma’s girl through and through, Mari naturally gravitates more towards her father due to this strange good-nature competition they set up between the two; pranks upon pranks - and a definite mutual love for a certain brand of snack and a certain brand of soda - the two are basically two beans in a pot; ever since watching him at work, she’s developed the dream of becoming a programmer, but she’s extremely shy about itWho they take after more:   A healthy combination of both - good-natured, fun-loving, easy-going, and a huge animal lover - with just a smidge of attitude no one knows where it came fromPersonal Head canon:   Every time she argues with Saeyoung, she fills her snapchat with snaps of her hanging out with Elizabeth the 3rd - she connects so easily to animals, that Jumin recognised it (although he was definitely very hesitant to let Choi Saeyoung’s daughter anywhere near her cat - who’s an old lady now) and allows her CONTROLLED access (for a set amount of time - a total of ten minutes, maybe) to pet her, and she exploits it to attack Saeyoung with (who promptly seeks out Mariah’s lap to rest his curls on and pout, in search of comfort); BONUS, second headcanon: every summer, or every other summer, depending on when they visit Mariah’s parents, Mari will, without fail, challenge her mother to competition after competition (usually pig-wrestling) and lose every time, also without fail; younger sister.Face Claim:   Jo Yu.ri

#intergalacticxmisfits #the last route;intergalacticxmisfits #a: #IF I CAN THINK OF A THIRD CHILD I'M DEF GONNA ADD 'EM OMFDG HHECK I LOVE THIS MEME #SO I WROTE THIS WITH MARI AS 17 AND LIVVY AS 20 #I HOPE YOU LIKE IT :3

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𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 (I feel like we already know the answer to Mariah 😂 but she’d like to hear it for herself :3c)

@intergalacticxmisfits | SMASH OR PASS

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The chuckle that vibrates in his throat continues to do so for a while, as if he doesn’t know whether to swallow it back down or push it past his lips entirely. Instead he keeps shaking slightly, eyes clouded behind the reflection of his glasses, as his thoughts continue to pray for salvation from this overly embarrassing situation.

He doesn’t have the nonchalance to simply confidently sputter his most genuine response, nor does he have the will to flat out lie. He’s not foreign to lying, that’s true, but this is Mariah. And it’s not as if she doesn’t already know, and it’s not as if he hasn’t approached her with questions insinuated in his eyes that might fit into this context, as if their kisses hadn’t gotten a sliver more passionate than what he’d show at RFA parties.

That does not mean, though, that he’s so willing to voice any given thoughts or admissions of realisations they’re long past. Even those few phone calls with her standing in the same room as him and that hide and seek, game of tag he still thinks about to this day, that had been a stuttering mess and he most certainly doesn’t intend repeating such a scenario.

Funnily enough, it’s almost as if, the closer they get, the more difficult it becomes to admit things. These types of things. Mostly because they gain in detail and attention. He lurches forward in his seat suddenly, pushing the chair out from underneath him, and hauling ass for the closest door, turning into a blur of limbs, only mere seconds after his fingers had quickly and aggressively typed something onto one of his several keyboards.

Just as the door smashes shut behind him, the black screen shows only the letters S M A S H glowing in bright neon green.

#intergalacticxmisfits #the last route;intergalacticxmisfits #you're the debug command to the code of my heart;saeyoung & mariah #KLGJHLFG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN I HOPE IT'S OKAY?? #I GFKLHJFKLHFG SORRY IT-- I DON'T KNOW IT JUST SORT OF TURNED OUT THIS WAY #i can't help but far too often envision those arts that depict Saeyoung moving in blurred out ways and #JUST HIM HERE DFGKJHJLF I HOPE THIS IS OKAY #MARIAH I HOPE THIS IS OKAY FOR YOU TOO FDGKHJFKGLH #;queue

[mythvoiced]

-. @intergalacticxmisfits​ | plotted starter!

Talk about an event.

Honestly, he shouldn’t have expected any less. Whenever Mariah Chung got her hands on something and declared her plans for something, it would get done. She possesses will-power of the likes he can’t even dream to achieve, determination that has even brought them this far and a fire in her heart so bright, so warm, and yet, so gentle all the same, that he wonders how he’s managed to breathe next to her for this long.

Or rather, how she keeps returning to his side, when he sometimes feels to be the hand hovering over her flames, threatening to snuff them out.

But enough of that. He isn’t here to give fuel to the thousands of pessimistic thoughts constantly swirling in his head, ready to attack his forefront if he isn’t careful enough. He hasn’t had to pay them mind in quite a while no, engulfed by the life that Mariah was gifting him with, and all the times he’s looked into her face and thought to himself that this was indeed a life worth living, a world worth staying in, if it meant encountering angels like her.

An angel looking like a princess at the moment.

Because that’s what he should be focusing on: fixing the intricate scarf tied around his throat, plucking at the sleeves of his velvet jacket, Saeyoung has only one goal in mind, finding the princess to match his prince outfit. He doesn’t remember who had the original idea of suggesting a costume party for the next RFA, but somehow the chat had settled onto that suggestion easily enough, and as such, the ballroom looked as if visited by people from far away, and most likely imagined, places.

But as intriguing as they may be, none of them intrigue him like...

“Oh, your highness~” he says, exaggerated as always as he makes sure to bow as low as he can, hand behind his back, the other outstretched to Mariah stood before him, awaiting her palm in his.

“Thank you for inviting such a humble and absolutely serious and incredible man such as myself - who is most certainly not hiding cat food in his pockets right now - to your grand castle and this wonderful ball~ However shall I repay such a grace?”

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[mythvoiced]

@intergalacticxmisfits | “Saeyoungie~” Mariah taps his shoulder as he’s working away at his computer, only for him to turn and be met with a chocolate coated biscuit stick pinched one end between her teeth as she wiggles it, beckoning him to take the other.

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If there is one thing Saeyoung would pride himself with, it’s the fact that he doesn’t seem to mind making a fool out of himself too much. Certainly, there have been moments in which he’d wished he could just turn all his devices off and hide in his bunker house combo just to escape the emotional repercussions of something he’d said.

Or an impulsive phone call he’d made.

Or even those slip-ups that had his heart pushed so suddenly into Mariah’s hands that he does still sometimes wonder how she could just sit there and hear him ramble on without wanting to make a run for it.

But right now, it doesn’t bother as he goes positively cross-eyed when he turns in response to the gentle tap on his shoulder. The gesture itself revelead the person behind it istantly - Mary Vanderwood would have never and if it would have turned out to be Robodog he would have been forced to set a count for ‘too many Ph.D Peppers’ if he began seeing stuff like that - and of course the voice as unmistakable so Saeyoung barely hesitates to actually face the one person he’s always happy to and wanting to see, responding to a voice he secretly puts above any choir.

But the proximity of the thingy floating between them was a little hard on the eyes.

It takes him a few blinks and almost accidentally seeing the end of the stick hit against one of the lenses of his glasses before he manages to put it together.

His lips part as he giggles, showcasing just the kind of grin he seems to reserve solely for moments like this, not because the Japanese game delights him in any particular way. It’s not very sunny outside, he has more work to catch up on than he’d like to admit and tonight his company would probably be the very screen he’d turned away from just now.

But none of that matters, because Mariah is here. Because he looks past the chocolate between them and directly into her eyes and the world finally stands still. There’s none of that strange void-like bubble wrapped around him, that sometimes makes him feel like he’s floating through life rather than living it, past all his friends and away from them.

But every time he gets to look at Mariah like this, he feels grounded and the world feels stable again.

So he grins and waggles his eyebrows. “A duel, I see. Well, you have chosen a worthy opponent, I might humbly say. I am known in the lands as one of the most fierce and feared pokki chewers this side of the planet has ever seen! Prepare yourself, Miss Mariah,” he spins his chair around so he’s fully focused on her, and inches closer to take his end of the biscuit.

“This will be a difficult battle.”

#intergalacticxmisfits #the last route;intergalacticxmisfits #you're the debug command to the code of my heart;saeyoung & mariah #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH? #IT'S I LOVE THIS ENErgy I love how they love I love how she makes him feel I can't #I seriously can't look at this look at how much- he just loves her SO MUCH #;queue

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@intergalacticxmisfits​ | DATE  ME (Saeyoung and Mariah’s official first date?? :D) ROMANTIC FIRSTS.

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He hates nerves. The incessant wringing of his hands, the sweat that won’t refuse to stop gathering in his palms, the jiggling of his leg, the stepping from one foot to the other. The heart palpitations and the constriction of his lungs, and the way everything any other member of the RFA has said to him has sent him into a fit of near-hysterical giggles.

He hates nerves. And yet, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Not because he’s as masochistically inclined as some of the other organisers may think he is, but because the source of his nerves is worth every jitter and ever nail that keeps getting shorter with his excessive chewing on it. The sweat on his palms is only rivalled by the one on his nape, and maybe it’s a bit too hot to be wearing this jacket specifically, but it’s not as if Saeyoung owns a lot of nice clothes - that aren’t part of his Mary Wanderwood cosplay, that is, and he can hardly wear those to a date.

And... ah... there it is. That’s what this is all about. A date. Or rather, the date.

It’s the first time he and Mariah meet outside of RFA related business and away from any imminent danger. They could call it ‘hanging out’, maybe that would ease Saeyoung’s heart, but he knows that’s not what this is, and he knows she knows this as well.

They could make it pass as such, just two friends who agreed to meet at the gates of an amusement park to then venture inside and spend the day together. But for that, Mariah’s hand fits too nicely into his own, and her lips are too soft for him to look away from, her hair falls too perfectly over her shoulders, and her eyes glisten too brightly under the stars, and-

“Argh!” Saeyoung reaches up, shoving his hands into his aggressively red hair, shaking his head and ruffling the locks up in the process. God, this is nerve-wracking! Because yes, this is a date.

And it’s their first.

And Saeyoung just really doesn’t want to mess it up.

He’s got plans for hand-holding, and pictures. Winning her things at stands or learning what her favourite rides are. Sharing cotton candy and maybe taking a bit too long inside a photo booth. Everything he’s ever seen couples do, in the dozens of animes and dramas he spent the last couple week obsessively getting through - a certain maid was not pleased to find him sitting there, weeping softly into his Honey Budda Chips as the finale of Healer played on his screen.

And it’s nerve-wracking.

His hands drop at his sides, vanish into the pockets of his jeans as he begins to kick gently at a pebble in front of the tip of his sneaker, desperately resisting the urge to check his phone yet again, for the time, for a message, anything that could maybe prepare him for-

But when he lifts his head and recognises her silhouette slowly approaching, he realises nothing could have prepared him for the sight of her. All thoughts die on the way to his tongue and as she stops before him, Saeyoung can only stare. Because she’s beautiful, obviously when is she not?

But also because she came. And suddenly, as he looks into her eyes and sees the patience and understanding he fell for what feels aeons ago, his nerves ease. He’ll be alright.

They will be.

“Wohoho,” he exclaims, fixing his glasses as he makes a show of examining her appearance from every angle. “It seems like a princess, nay, a queen has decided to bless Lotte World with her presence today!”

He bows before her, curls falling into his face, before he lifts his head and extends a hand for her to place hers in. “Would her majesty perhaps give me the honour of inviting her on a day full of fun times and unhealthy food?”

#intergalacticxmisfits #the last route;intergalacticxmisfits #you're the debug command to the code of my heart;saeyoung & mariah #GOD I HAVE SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS I HOPE IT'S OKAY? AND WORKS FOR THE MEME? #i realised halfway through i should have probs written about the date in on itself like while it happened #but?? it just??? works so well like this?? so i hope it's okay and THANK YOU SO MUCH ♥ #;queue

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Character Interview: @intergalacticxmisfits Saeyoungie & Hyeongjong ♥

( repost, don’t reblog )

BASICS

NAME: Luciel Choi Saeyoung NICKNAME: 707, Seven, God Seven, 707 Defender of Justice, Hacker God, etc.. AGE: 23 (verse dependent ofc) SPECIES: Human

PERSONAL

MORALITY: Chaotic Good (emphasis on Chaotic) RELIGION: Christian SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy /  wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: Depending on what moment in their timeline we consider this question in (or, you know, what route, the after stories, and all that) it could either be Saeran related or RFA related; or maybe it could be, being happy and deserving of staying at Mariah’s side KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean (fluent), English (advanced), Chinese (conversational) PHYSICAL BUILD: scrawny  / bony /  slender  / fit / athletic  /  curvy  /  herculean  /  pudgy  /  average HEIGHT: 5′9′’ as the wiki provides, but he looks taller WEIGHT: n/a bc meh SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS: A few, gathered during his childhood, most generated from abuse ABILITIES  / POWERS: No supernatural abilities/powers available RESTRICTIONS: N/a

FAVORITES

FOOD: Honey Buddha Chips but also literally anything Mariah would cook mostly because she was the one to cook it DRINK: Dr Pepper, as cold as possible, but still bubbly PIZZA TOPPING: Follows the ideal ‘the more cheese, the better’ COLOR(S): Any shade of red / gold / black / but also silver MUSIC GENRE: Anything you can dance purposefully bad to, can’t say he’s all too opposed to Kpop, he’s also surprisingly fond of Country and there are a few ballads that make him sing along with tears streaming down his face BOOK GENRE: He really likes to read (surprisingly, some might say) he just rarely finds the time to. When he does get the chance, though, it’s high fantasy, mostly MOVIE GENRE: High fantasy as well, he loves Studio Ghibli, and fantasy in general SEASON: Spring CURSE WORD: Shit, it works so well for so many things, but isn’t quite as harsh as ‘fuck’ SCENTS: Salted snacks glkhlgh

FUN STUFF

BOTTOM OR TOP: A True Switch™ SINGS IN THE SHOWER?: OH Absolutely does, and he’s... so so loud, too... and not... exactly... good at it

Hyeongjong under the cut

BASICS

NAME: Tae Hyeongjong NICKNAME: Hyeongie, by his BESTEST FRIEND AGE: 25 SPECIES: Human

PERSONAL

MORALITY: Neutral Good RELIGION: Agnostic, he does believe, but he doesn’t agree with the bible SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy /  wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: Becoming a worldwide renown choreographer, who works for the biggest entertainment industries and actually- well to be honest, more humbly, he wants to be recognised for his talent and choreograph lots of dances, and see at least one of his dances in a music video some day KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean (fluent), English (advanced) PHYSICAL BUILD: scrawny  / bony /  slender  / fit / athletic  /  curvy  /  herculean  /  pudgy  /  average HEIGHT: 5′10′’  WEIGHT: n/a bc meh SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS: Tiny scars from childhood, most of them have funny stories attached to them ABILITIES  / POWERS: No supernatural abilities/powers available RESTRICTIONS: N/a

FAVORITES

FOOD: The saltiest of snacks, it actually... it’s unhealthy, really, and he tries to keep his hands off them, but... dang DRINK: No particular favourites, he does like energy drinks, but it’s unclear whether it’s genuine or just because he got so used to them PIZZA TOPPING: S p i c y, la Diavola COLOR(S): Green and brown tones, but also plenty of grey MUSIC GENRE: Anything he can dance to, Kpop, Hip Hop, ‘drag music’ BOOK GENRE: Not much of a reader (can’t sit still for long enough), but he’d probably like some fantasy romances MOVIE GENRE: He’s a romantic at heart, so maybe a few romcoms here and there, he really adores Bollywood, but can’t sit still for long enough for movies either SEASON: Summer CURSE WORD: Avoids cussing, maybe ‘hell’ SCENTS: Deodorant (please use deodorants after practice-)

FUN STUFF

BOTTOM OR TOP: Switch, with top tendencies SINGS IN THE SHOWER?: Every now and then, but not to sound good, more for the fun of it, uses the shampoo bottle as a mic

#the dancer;intergalacticxmisfits #the last route;intergalacticxmisfits #please don't screw me over tumblr #;queue

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-. drabble for @intergalacticxmisfits

The waiting is the worst part.

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If you’d told him a few years ago that he’d ever spend half a day sitting there, stressed and worried out of his mind, he’d have believed you before you’d even finished the sentence, before promptly denying his ever being capable of any emotion beyond absolute crackhead energy.

Had you told him, though, specified, that the reason he’d be chewing his nails ‘til he bled and tapping his heel into the ground, is the love of his life blessing him with their second child just behind the closed door he’s facing, he would have most likely laughed until his lungs burst.

The mere notion of finding love in the first place had always been such a foreign, unreachable concept. Love isn’t something that was made for people like him, who leave those few he’d ever loved behind, to pursue fortune and a safe life, all the while trying to pretend he can’t hear the sound of the wheels of the bus screeching, as it comes to a halt in front of the brother he’d thrown under it.

It’s not something he’d ever thought he’d deserve and frankly, he still doubts that. But even less he allows himself the luxury of hoping there might be a situation or a person out there, who could prove him wrong, teach him that love was something worth fighting for, and maybe a battle he too would be allowed to join one day.

He hadn’t had many disappointments because he’d locked his heart away, so that wasn’t what he was afraid of. He was of a change of heart on a lover’s part, because he’d most likely let them go with the understanding of someone who’d do the same was he locked by himself. And most importantly he was afraid of life having its way with Saeyoung in all the ways he’d come to see as reasonable punishment to the person he had become.

Then Mariah burst into his life and suddenly he’d been forced to hold onto his beliefs for dear life, dig his fingers into them until they’d bleed, all because a farmer girl with a kind heart and strong will had decided to test them all, by simply deciding he was worth her time.

And oh how he’d fought back. He’d joint the battle of love, but rather than for it, he was fighting against it with every weapon he had, every dirty little trick he could think of. But no matter how often he’d throw her back, no matter how often he’d pull his blade out and hold it to her throat, she’d always stand up again, taller and prouder, and not an ounce of mercy in her dark eyes.

Saeyoung was lost to her power before the battle had even properly begun. And to say he lost would be an understatement. And also not quite accurate.

Because he may have lost that battle, wounded on his knees with wetness running down his cheeks he couldn’t have called blood even if he’d tried to pretend harder than before, but the hand that had appeared before his stinging eyes, and her patient smile awaiting him as he looked up... He feels like he’s won the war.

So he stopped fighting and surrendered, and it was like for the first time in forever, someone had turned the light on in a pitch-black and empty room. No longer was he sitting there in the darkness, wallowing in self-pity and the whispers of past decisions. No, now the other fighting party had screwed a light-bulb tighter and begun illuminating the room little by little.

The corners are still dark and sometimes it’s easier to hide behind empty shelves than walk under that stream of light again, but he’s getting there.

And she’s there. Mariah is there, she keeps smiling at him, she allows him to hold her hand, she’d said yes when he’d asked for it officially, she’d been overjoyed to announce Livvy’s arrival and pet his head whenever he’d short-circuited and failed at picking between crying and laughing every time he’d rest his hand on her stomach and feel the little life growing inside it make itself known; and now she was in there, crowded by medical staff, doing the most and the hardest to assure their second child’s arrival.

And Saeyoung can’t even begin to comprehend how she’s willing to do all this, to love him for who and what he is, despite what he’d done and what mistakes he might undoubtedly make in the future again.

And he can’t even begin to find ways to thank her for that, to show her his love, show his gratitude for the chance he’s been given, make her understand that half of his worships are for her, and the other turned into thanks to the higher power that put her in his path.

Running his hands furiously through his hair, as he’d done often enough now that the already curly apple-red tangles had begun to stick out in every direction, Saeyoung tries to stop his leg from moving so anxiously when he suddenly feels a gentle touch on the very knee he’s trying to calm.

He lifts his head, fixing his glasses that had begun slipping off his nose, and stares down. A pair of gold-brown, bronze almost, eyes stare up at him, framed by hair almost an exact copy of his that had begun to grow long enough that they now rested on her shoulders. Her little mouth is shaping a small ‘o’, her eyebrows raised high on her forehead, and her tiny hand a gentle weigh.

And suddenly nothing matters. None of the worries, none of the scares. Sure, he won’t stop chewing his nails over-night, he won’t sleep well or longer than a few hours as often as he should, and he’ll spend way too much time nurturing and giving the guilt in his heart a reason to exist.

But then he takes Olivia in his arms and sets her down in his lap, holding her in place as she, readily distracted, pulls the glasses off his nose and begins turning them over in her hands, and he realises, it just doesn’t matter. He’ll have fingerprints to clean off the lenses later, but it doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter. Because everything will be alright in the end.

And the best he can do is sit out there, wait, and continue to put the effort in cherishing the miracles Mariah keeps blessing him with.

#intergalacticxmisfits #the last route;intergalacticxmisfits #you're the debug command to the code of my heart;saeyoung & mariah #mayhaps i'm love them #pregnancy tw #GOD I HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT? I WASN'T SURE IF IT WAS WELL WRITTEN IN THE END #more of a stream of thought innit #<3 #;queue

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@intergalacticxmisfits​ | “Saeyoungie~” Mariah coos as she holds up her hand, palm up and awaiting his chin like the viral trend couples have been doing.

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No siren in this or any other universe could come close with their alluring call, to the effect Mariah calling his name has on Saeyoung. The only circumstances under which he’d fail to whip his head around would be those were whatever was playing in his headphones was too loud for him to hear her voice break through it.

But even that is unlikely for, ever since Mariah and he had begun sharing the same living space, be it while playing games or actually working for once, he’s taken it as a habit to always keep one headphone slightly pushed off his ear. And thank God he does so, otherwise, he would have missed the golden opportunity that had just presented itself.

Wide golden eyes turn away from the screen they’d been staring almost non-stop at for the past however many hours, blinking curiously as he stops the chewing on one of the gummy worms his entire diet had consisted in, at least for the amount of time he’s been up and nearly glued to his keyboard.

It doesn’t take him more than a few seconds before he’s pushing his headphones entirely off his head - only for them to hang around his neck as they usually do - and jump out of his chair. The thing nearly topples over as one of his feet gets stuck in it, but he extricates it before he face-plants and hops the few steps left to reach the love of his life.

His lips turn up, the shape they form awfully akin to a cat’s, as he gently rests his chin on her open and forever comforting palm. His eyes close and he looks at ease, all that was missing was either the purring of a cat or the wagging of a tail to draw the point home as to how relaxed and happy he is to crouch in that stance. “Saeyoungie is here~”

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HIMBO SCALE | PATRICK

you have three (3) brain cells knowledge is power. be careful of how you use it. if you ever say you're dumb i don't trust you. either you're lying or you don't use the three whole brain cells you've been blessed with

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HIMBO SCALE | HYEONGJONG

you have two (2) brain cells a good amount. one can take a break while the other one is working. unless they both decide to take a vacation at the same time. then it's like you have 0 brain cells

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HIMBO SCALE | THE MUN LMAO

you have two (2) brain cells a good amount. one can take a break while the other one is working. unless they both decide to take a vacation at the same time. then it's like you have 0 brain cells

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@intergalacticxmisfits​ - 💬 (SPILL THE TEA!) — send 💬 and my muse will say what they really think about yours.

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Saeyoung > Mariah

“What?! It’s no secret what I really think about my wife, my beloved, the love of my life, the brightest star in my night-sky, my spaceship spouse and companion, my adored and beautiful pig wrestler.”

Apple red curls continue to bounce as he joins his hands in front of himself, continuing his dramatic delivery of monikers and titles, one after the other, that he truly believes in, even if his exaggerated relaying might make it seem otherwise. But then he stops, the energy fading from his shoulders as they slump, a sigh slipping past the lips that had been showcasing a dorky grin, moments prior. His hands sink.

“I love her. She’s, she’s so ridiculously smart. And strong. And she’s the bravest person I know, maybe even the bravest in the entire world. She never looks scared, even when she is. And she won’t ever give up on anyone. She didn’t even give up on me, even though I gave her no reason to keep fighting for me. For us. Hell, God knows I gave her plenty of reasons to walk away, but she never did. She saw through me, and all my bullshit, and stuck around despite it. At first, I thought she was just stubborn.”

He shrugs, a fond smile playing at his lips now. “But now I know. She is stubborn. And the best human in the world.”

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Hyeongjong > Minjae

“He’s my best friend, obviously.” The statement is delivered like an affirmation one would be a fool to even think of second-guessing. He doesn’t even look up as he says it, as if it is a truth so deeply ingrained in the very reality of the universe that neither eye contact nor intensity is needed to bring the point across. Soulmates, platonic ones included, are pre-written by whoever wrote the stars into the sky.

Why would you second-guess something like that?

He looks up to smile, instead, from corner to corner, bright and delighted. “He’s a genius. A prodigy maybe, even, although I wouldn’t know because I didn’t know him as a child. But he’s so incredibly smart. Smarter than anybody else I know. His knowledge about the universe is almost like the universe itself, never-ending! But that’s not all!”

He lifts a finger, as if to maintain attention. “It’s not even the half of it, and I could be talking about his brain for hours, but there’s another very important thing I need to mention: his heart. Not the thinker organ, but Minjae’s is as well developed as the one in his skull. He’s there for others, almost unconditionally. Not really unconditionally, but if he thinks you’re a good person, he’ll probably try to take the moon from the sky for you. And you know what’s craziest? He’s probably gonna succeed at it too. All in all, he’s incredible, he’s our generation’s Einstein! And as kind as Mother Theresa. Imagine that.”

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Fenris > Theo

“I don’t like to share my thoughts, let alone those I withhold of other people.” It’s a charmingly kind way to put it, tilted head, gentle tone, look in his eyes resembling that of an uncle or perhaps the father he’ll never be, trying to explain why he might relent today, but definitely won’t the next time he’ll be asked to play this game.

It’s the kind of giving in that happens with little to no malice, a resignation that is only a bit of play pretend, the ‘alright, you can have the cookie, but just this once’. It’s a great contrast to the beast he used to be. And he does, in part, believe, it is also thanks to people like Theo, living the example he has unknowingly lived by.

“Besides, I find it rude to speak of her in her absence. So I shall only say this: history is written by those who fired the gun, not by those left crippled by the bullet in their leg. Theodora walks with a metaphorical limp through life, given to her by I’m assuming a difficult past I have no further information on. She’s intent to continue using that very leg to deliver her blows, digging around in that bullet wound, believing to be deserving of punishment for deeds I’m, once again, assuming where caused by life simply... making her believe it is all she was made to do. Yet she continues to rise, continues to learn how to accept people holding her elbow or clutches offered to her. She is strength and she is resilience, and every time she feels she falls, she’s taken another step towards victory.”

He blinks. “Quite admirable, don’t you think?”

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Hoon > Kailee

“There’s nothing much to say here, I believe.” Ever the reserved, Hoon only ever seems to roll up his sleeves to wash his hands before surgery, and never to reveal the strongly beating heart so stubbornly refusing to rest on his palm.

Even for those, or rather the one, who’d managed to make his heart beat hard enough that he’d failed to continue to neglect he possesses one in the first place, buried deep beneath the layer of ice he himself had covered it with, almost like a soft blanket of refusal, of pushes being made to avoid being pushed first.

In Kang Hoon’s eyes, his heart doesn’t belong anywhere but in the dark and cold hole, he’d shoved it back into, where it was safe. Or rather, where he was safe from it. “I don’t... I guess there’s a lot I don’t know about her. A lot of... There’s a lot. No matter how much I know, there’s always more. More I’d like to know. More I don’t want to know. More I’m afraid to know. But no matter what it is, as long as it’s hers, I don’t think I’ll be able to turn my back on it.”

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Yoshino > Minjae

“He’s the best space guy I know!” She throws her hands in the air, as if trying to grab the sun from the sky and gift it to the one she thinks would deserve it most. For her, Minjae is perhaps the closest thing to the sun itself that she might be able to find in a single person.

Warm and welcoming and there even when you can’t see it, blinding in its brightness, always providing, always ready to help, somehow within her he... “He’s also kind of like summer,” she puts her finger to her chin, pensive. “He’s warm and super fun, he reminds me of fireflies when he looks at the stars, because I look at fireflies like he looks at stars... I wonder if he’ll agree to catch some with me. And the sky is always brightest in summer which obviously reminds me of him, because the sky is basically space and space is basically Minjae! It’s like, his friendliness and his heart, are as large as the universe itself! Which is pretty large, he’s told me so.”

She folds her hands behind her back. “I’m glad we’re friends. I really am. He’s always got my back. And I always want to have his! I think anyone who’s his friend should consider themselves lucky to be. He’s the greatest friend to have.”

#intergalacticxmisfits #the last route;intergalacticxmisfits #you're the debug command to the code of my heart;saeyoung & mariah #the dancer;intergalacticxmisfits #down the street;hyeongjong & minjae #the wolf;fenris #the surgeon;guest muse #the incredible adventurous tales of tanuki and space boy;yoshino & minjae #the tanuki;yoshino #THE TAGS ARE A LITTLE MESSY BUT I HOPE I DIDN'T MISS ANYONE <3 #you said all of them if i'd like and i did like >:) #i didn't include the android au bc we haven't written in it yet ;3 #AND i wasn't sure about arthur's android and ellie == SO I LEFT THEM OUT for the time being tho <w< #hoon's a lil cryptic bc there's actually NO WAY he'd be honest he's being held at gunpoint by me as we speak #even tho he'd probs not care even then lmao #GAH I'M SO SORRY yoshi's so short ;;

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-. @intergalacticxmisfits | moved!

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The grin that spreads across his features is wide and maniacal enough to split his face in half, the upper containing his twinkling eyes gazing at her from behind those characteristic golden-rimmed glasses of his, and the lower starting on a lower lip more than willing to ‘dare’, how’d she’d put it.

If one were to look at him now, they might see all the evil he genuinely believes himself capable of. Or, much more likely, they’d see a young man with just the kind of malicious intent woven into his words that is typical of a five-year-old about to sneak a slug into a fellow kindergarteners back-bag.

But even that expression seems to fade suddenly before he can lower himself further and actually present that wicked grin of that wicked man to her. It’s the gulp that precedes her voice, the rosy taint of her cheeks, that wipe away that mischief off his lips, to leave behind only the parted surprise of someone who’s plan backfired on them. Because sure, he might have been out to tease her, but sadly, he forgot to consider one really important, really thwarting factor into his half-assed planning.

The way she can so easily, with a smile, with a flick of her hair, with a word dropped into his lap, command his every mood and turn any teasing against him. Talk about that beast Zen is always mentioning, huh. Maybe he is right after all.

Without warning, he climbs down from the couch and crouches down next to it instead, searching her features but not quite meeting her eyes. There’s a pout on his lips and just the faintest of colour on his cheeks as if his skin there was attempting to match the crown of redness overshadowing the rest of his features as he lowers his head and scratches at the red spot there, in seeming embarrassment.

“Obviously not,” he mumbles, hands resting on his knees now, as he sighs dramatically and looks up to look at her face where it still lied on the couch. “I actually want to know what you got there. Any further with that other business and I wouldn’t have been able to think about anything else. Can’t afford that distraction.”

He snorts, a regretful smile appearing on his lips as if he was willingly letting go off a wonderful opportunity. “You’re too powerful of a woman, Mariah.”

#intergalacticxmisfits #the last route;intergalacticxmisfits #you're the debug command to the code of my heart;saeyoung & mariah #HERE THEY ARE THERE THEY ARE HERE THEY ARE I'M???? #i had no freaking IDEA HOW MMUCH I MISSED WRITING FOR THEM? WHAT THE HECK #heck i adore them #;queue

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Meet the Choi’s. There’s four of them but whenever they walk into a room, it feels like every person counts for 20. Not in a bad way. And oftentimes, not even due to any particular loudness related to them.

It’s their energy.

Whenever Mariah walks into a room, people all around her are drawn in by the warm combination of kindness and power sewn into her stance and into her smile, confidence and generosity, a welcoming embrace and never a welcoming mat to walk all over.

Whenever Saeyoung walks into a room, his appearance is what gets most to turn their heads really. And his loud, unabashed - perhaps purposely so - laughter is next. There he stands, the man with the apple-red hair, the golden-framed glasses resting over golden eyes, tall and yet with a hunch to his shoulders that makes his height not too threatening to look at. 

To follow is usually Olivia, the older of the two Choi children. She walks with a confident step and oftentimes, there’s a click following it as her low heels touch the floor. She pushes her glasses up her nose and folds her arms over her flannel, tucked into pants that make her look smart and ready to power-walk down the next hallway to get the job done.

Right behind her and often at her side is the youngest Choi child, Mari. She’s a good head smaller than her sister and her shoes are flat, her hands pushed into the pockets of the hoodie her father must have gotten her, button nose so akin to her mother’s scrunching up whenever she starts to glance about herself, intently focusing on noticing something exciting.

When the family splits to mingle, Livvy, as she’s called by her loved ones, tends to trail after her mother, especially when she’s joined by Jaehee. Together the two women are an organisation power-house and Olivia could spend hours watching them organise everything for the upcoming RFA party, eyes twinkling whenever they catch glimpse of the clipboard with the guests’ list in her mother’s hands, ears peeked whenever Jaehee briefs her mother on all updates to the preparations she needs to know.

Mari, on the other hand, is quick to lose herself either among the other members of the RFA or following her father onto whatever ridiculous escapes he’s getting himself into. Too often they’ve managed to hack into whatever analogue system powered the chocolate fountain set up in the middle of the room, resulting in quite the mess Mari and Saeyoung couldn’t help but laugh over, all the while Yoosung could only stare on, with tears in his eyes, and Zen had to overcome the internal crisis of laughing at Jumin for getting chocolate all over his suit, or losing it over the fondant covering his own expensive garments.

At the end of the day, they’d reunite, Saeyoung with a new string of tape keeping his glasses together after Zen had been successfully restrained, Mari with a finger in her mouth and chocolate on her hoodie - that she keeps wiping off and eating -, Olivia chattering on and on about what changes had been applied to the party and what more she might suggest, and Mariah, the powerhouse of the family, standing and grinning and watching, knowing full well the feeling of being covered in something from head to toe and still getting to chatter about with utmost passion.

So yeah, they might fool around a lot, are very energetic, like to laugh and to joke, and their passion has no limit. But... But... well, what?

Don’t those things make them the kind of family you’d like to see at every party?

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“All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel~,” a mess of red hair shakes along with each tilt of the hacker’s head as he moves it along to the melody of the nursery rhyme he’s singing. He’s multi-tasking once again, heavy bags under his eyes as evident and hard to miss as the smile on his lips and the volume of his voice as he continues to ‘happily’ sing, accompanied by the sound of fingers on a keyboard and the occasional clicking of a mouse. “The monkey stopped to pull up his sock, pop! Whoops-” just when he was about to reach the end, though, his foolish elbow nudges against the bag of chips he had actually wanted to reach inside of, and it drops to the floor, losing some of its content.

“Ah, dang,” he says as he pushes his chair away from his desk, hunching over in an attempt to rescue the love of his life, the only nourishment worthy of his mind, of his might, and- by pure accident, golden eyes glance through thick glasses at the woman sitting not too far away. He takes a hold of the bag - and the three chips that had fallen out of it, promptly shoving them into his mouth - sits upright once more and turns to face the girl directly. “Hey, watcha doin’?”

#intergalacticxmisfits #[The Last Route];Seven #GOODNESS TWO PARAGRAPHS INTO WRITING ANYTHING FOR HIM AND I HAVE TEARS OF JOY IN MY EYES #thank you so much for giving me this genius idea i'm forever in your debt #i wanted to make a gif icon with the glasses BUT had to work with ths rather ;w;

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💘 + 707 and 606 pls! (and thx)

HEADCANONS MEME: DATING EDITION!! | @intergalacticxmisfits

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where they first met and howAll working in canon here, they first met when Mariah joined the RFA by pure accident and scam :D I’m fairly certain Seven probably harboured most suspicions for the longest (possibly only on par with Jaehee), but also, which should I consider utmost canon here, only his Route, right? AAH the trouble with multi-route games

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involvedThis is only the second question but I’m longing so hard to include their holiday at Mariah’s farm WHEN CAN I MENTION IT- ahem, a few weeks I would say? What can I say, Mariah STOLE HIS HEART

who fell for who first ( if applicable )Again, this question is one I find no interest in replying to because it’s just not something I believe can be determined with confidence. But if I may place a hypothesis: I think it was Seven.

where their first date was and what it was likeWELL, CANONICALLY, SHOULD WE COUNT THEIR... SECRET AGENT MISSIONS AS DATE- I think I’d actually like to discuss this with you, because it intrigues me B)

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )I think... wasn’t there a moment where Seven actually... does ask? WELL either way, I headcanon if Seven were the one to ask first, depending on angsty circumstances or lack thereof, it might have either been just very intimate, y’know, just a quiet gentle conversation, and then maybe he’d do it again in a more ‘Seven Style’ and like... make a cake explode and a neon sign burst out of it saying ‘WILL YOU BE THE YEE TO MY HAW?’

who proposes firstPutting aside eventual doubts on the concept of marriage and fears on Saeyoung’s side, I think this could also go to Seven, if we keep it traditional and all that. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I’D LIKE TO HEADCANON? That they both do it at the same time in their own silly flashy ways without knowing the other was planning to.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right awayHmmm, if it’s set in a world after the entire secret endings and just when everything has settled to a somewhat normal life I doubt there would be reason to hide it? I personally headcanon Saeyoung to be the kind of boyfriend who, like... his entire snapchat is him just gushing over how beautiful and perfect and cute his girlfriend is, so really

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )Can there be another exploding cake- At a disney park sounds actually like something that could happen, but Saeyoung might also just try to stage something ridiculous at Mariah’s farm

if they adopt any pets togetherAs a cat lover and someone who has raised her fair share of both kittens and puppies and knows about all the nasties and diseases and all that jazz, please don’t ever let Saeyoung own a cat because I get his good will, BUT THE POOR FURBALLS- Putting that aside, THEY GOTTA BECAUSE THEY BOTH LIKE ‘EM AND... oh my god the pigs at the farm, can they name them all together and call them their children

who’s more dominantWhat context are we working in here, because I’d say Saeyoung for tradition alone (y’know, the male in the equation-) but I wouldn’t be surprised if Mariah took the reigns quite often, she’s COOL AS FUCK, and Saeyoung is putty in her hands

where their first kiss was and what it was likeCAN THIS BE AT THEIR FARM TOO... No matter the location, I can absolutely imagine it being one of those movie-like kisses where they’re just talking softly and then someone makes a joke and they laugh and it gets really quiet and they both just start to lean in and it’s soft and wholesome?

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )Matching hoodies with cat ears, matching onesies (cat onesie for Sev, pig onesie for Mariah, but they switch sometimes which is ridiculous considering size difference), matching headbands that they got at Disneyland and still wear sometimes, matching shirts with silly text on them, ALL THIS STUFF

how into pda they areHMM, I think they would keep it to hand holding and arm-wrapped-around-waist scenarios? Basically, just common stuff, nothing too intimate

who holds the umbrella when it rainsSaeyoung because he’s taller I’m guessing, BUT you know that drawing? That showcases how each different person would carry the umbrella for someone? Seven is the last drawing where he just puts his jacket over his head and hovers over her and they run through the rain screaming, wait I’ll find it EDIT: I FOUND IT OMFFG

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )I’m... lowkey starting to think amusement parks OR OR LIKE UHM IN THE COUNTRYSIDE? THOSE FAIRS WITH LIKE COUNTRYSIDE STUFF

who’s more protectiveSaeyoung would die for Mariah and that’s... actually an understatement

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )Shared a bed possibly less than have had sex, but I dunno actually :thinking:

if they argue about anythingMAYBE PLAYFIGHTS? Or maybe Saeyoung’s need to protect her by pushing her away, that’s reason for argument

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )Why can’t this be pure- UH, I don’t know :’)

who steals whose clothes and how oftenSaeyoung is still sobbing that he can’t steal her clothes because they don’t fit him, SO MARIAH IT IS and every time she does and he sees her in one of his hoodies he dies, instant cardiac arrest

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )ALL THE WAYS I HOPE

what their favourite nonsexual activity isHMMM... Cuddling? Or... playing video games together maybe? Pestering Jumin lmao

how long they stay mad at each otherSaeyoung takes one look at Mariah’s face and gets angry at himself because he can’t stay angry at her for like more than 20 minutes, don’t know about Mariah though, BUT YOUR FOOT DOWN MARIAH

what their usual coffee / tea orders arePhD Pepper, baby, and... anything that won’t make them sleep lmao

if they ever have any children togetherTHEY MIGHT WHO KNOWS WINK WONK

if they have any special pet names for each otherI’m WILLING TO PUT MY MONEY ON THEM HAVING. Princess, kitten, cutie, baby, Saeyoung would probably never stop coming up with new ones, Piglet (because of her pigs tbh), sunshine, my star, babe

if they ever split up and / or get back togetherNO

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )Messy as all hell but it works for them :’)

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was likeSaeyoung probably did something ridiculous again, UNLESS they spent it at Mariah’s farm, in that case it was probably very warm and homely and everything Seven never thought he’d get to experience

what their names are in each other’s phones'Eminem’ because her name starts with M, I’M KIDDING- or am I

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )Buying... all... the couple... outfits at amusement parks?

who falls asleep first and who wakes up firstSaeyoung’s sleep schedule is a fucking nightmare, so I think Mariah falls asleep first and wakes up first because Saeyoung didn’t even sleep

who’s the big spoon / little spoonSAEYOUNG BIG SPOON KING BUT ALSO LIKES BEING LITTLE SPOON

who hogs the bathroomHave you seen Seven’s hair, it’s Mariah

who kills the spiders / takes them outsideMariAH LMAO

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❝ oh,  mistletoe. how’d that get there? ❞ (Mariah to Seven)

winter sentence starters | @intergalacticxmisfits

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Seven looks at the mistletoe.It’s hanging right above the entrance to the big room he considers... well just about everything, living room, napping room, work room, the more the merrier. And the entrance to it was literally the front door, so the mistletoe hangs there, in healthy dark green and vibrant red, as if trying to call him out for his shameless act.

“Oh! Goodness, I have no idea,” he says, exaggerated, lips parted to form a shocked ‘oh’ shape, one hand coming up to hover over his mouth as if he was a proper lady covering up mock shock. The other hand... was hiding something behind his back.

“Maybe the universe is sending us a message,” his face shifts into thoughtful mode, the hand over his mouth moves to hold his chin, golden eyes behind striped rimmed glasses narrowing like a detective in front of a particularly impressive, and particularly difficult, riddle.

He nods a few times, clearly satisfied with his investigation, and continues to look at Mariah. There’s a smile that wants to steal its way onto his face, something cheeky perhaps, but he tries to hold it back.

As long as Mariah wouldn’t look behind his back, at the other mistletoe he’s holding that he was intending to hang further into the bunker, only for the possibility that Mariah might miss the first one, everything would go absolutely like planned.

And what was the plan?

Well... What... was the purpose of a mistletoe?

A kiss of course.

And Seven almost snickers. Up until the moment he takes a better look at Mariah’s face and the fact that Mariah might actually kiss him registers in his brain. There’s a slight rosy hue trying to appear on his cheeks, attempting to match the colour of his hair as he looks into Mariah’s gorgeous eyes, but he can do this.

He can still win.So he gives a sheepish cackle and quickly stuffs his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. He pulls his hands back out again, lips parting once more in his classic Seven smile, and he’s ready to deliver yet another line as his hands lift to aid him in a shrug when the mistletoe he was trying to hide slips out of his pocket and onto the floor.

He halts.He looks down.

He looks up again.

Shit.

“It was Mary Wanderwood I have nothing to do with this.”

#intergalacticxmisfits #[The Last Route];Seven #he PANICKED LAST MINUTE as one does #i hope this is okay <w< #a: