#VD23

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Okay write something for yourself for the last promt if it's not taken already! <33

Surprise! Bonus fic!

Here's the thing. There was one last request that came in exactly one minute after the twelfth slot was filled with a combination that I have been thinking about since I first read it.

So, I decided to make an exception and write a thirteenth fic as a little treat to myself, because I think I deserve it.

(Thank you, @jumin-ssi for initially sending in this combination! It has been staring at me from my ask box every time I open it - I blame you for my mini Jumin brainrot)

Jumin loves reluctantly

He would be the first to tell you that he has it all. A successful career, a good relationship with his father, a fulfilling friendship with V, a beautiful cat. He doesn't want for anything, least of all love.

It seems like a waste of energy and time, time he would rather spend sipping wine, or admiring his view of the cityscape with Elizabeth by his side. He has seen what pursuing love did to his father, what it does to his company. He has seen first-hand the kinds of people who try to intrude on his peace, all desperate for a slice of his life with zero interest in the person behind it all. It's enough having to deal with it for work. At least, when he's charming someone into signing a contract, the company benefits.

When you first meet, he is indifferent about you. You're just an acquaintance, and if he has his way, you won't be more than that.

But life likes to play games, especially with people like Jumin.

You're strangely determined to talk to him. Even though he leaves the chatrooms without telling you goodbye and responds to your excitement at your newfound situation with suspicion.

He can't imagine what you're trying to gain, what the fun is in talking to someone who only gives you unsatisfactory answers. Usually, this routine is enough to shake off most people.

But you're stubborn. You phone him up just to wish him a good day at work, and then again later on to ask about how it went. You take whatever he gives and don't push for more, which is a strange new experience for him. When you're not asking questions, you're sharing small tidbits about yourself - the view from the apartment, your personal favourite place to eat in the city, your latest exchange with a potential party guest. He remembers everything you say (sometimes having a perfect memory has its downsides) and your calls often leave him thinking about you long after you've hung up.

It's very frustrating.

He tells himself he has it all. He doesn't need his perfectly-balanced life upset by someone, least of all you, with your unpredictable ways. He has never met someone so distracting, so capable of upsetting his routine with a single message.

He especially tells himself that when he catches himself imagining a conversation with you at work. While drafting up a new business idea, he pictures explaining it to you, his thought process, the pros and cons. His frustratingly perfect memory manages to produce a convincing imitation of your voice as he imagines how you'd reply.

He must have had too much coffee before leaving home, that is all. It's doing strange things to his head. He should keep that in mind for the future.

He pushes you from his mind and returns to the report, this time without your made-up commentary. He manages to get through it quickly but hesitates before sending it off to Jaehee. It's a matter of curiosity, that's all, that prompts him to take a picture of the report to send to you.

It's irritatingly satisfying how close your reactions are to the ones he had imagined. You like the main idea, but you have some questions about the execution (he knew you would, and already has his answer ready for you). What he didn't predict, though, was your thoughts on how to expand the idea to other aspects of the business. How interesting.

He ends up confessing that he had been wanting to hear your feedback while working. Your laugh over the phone stirs something up in his chest that his imagination could never replicate, and he quickly ends the call.

Most people's voices tend to become tiresome after prolonged exposure. Some are high-pitched and often veer into shrill. Others are frustratingly monotone; they somehow manage to turn the most fascinating subjects boring. However, yours is one he never seems to tire of. He ends his calls to you feeling a bit more energetic than he was before.

The effect you're having on his life is worrying. He has swapped out his usual wine for one out his collection with similar notes to one you told him was your favourite. He is too busy telling Elizabeth about your thoughts on her newest collar to enjoy the view of the city.

Caught up in his worry over the situation, he phones up V the second he comes online again to relay these recent happenings to him.

"I'm losing focus, Jihyun, and I'm wondering if you have a remedy for me."

To his bemusement, V laughs.

"Jumin, I think you've grown fond of our new party planner."

"I have not. Don't be ridiculous, you know I'm not fond of anybody."

"You're fond of me."

"You're an exception."

"Well, maybe they are too. Give them a chance, and if you're right you'll get to rub it in my face."

He would have ignored advice from anybody else, but V's words get to him. He wishes he would have given him advice he could more easily follow. Take a holiday, Jumin. Get Elizabeth more toys. At least those were more realistic than what he had suggested.

He thought he had it all. The money, the family, the friends, the cat. But he doesn't have you, and it's a problem that's becoming harder and harder to ignore.

In the end, he takes V's advice. He downs his glass of wine, picks up his phone and calls you. There is this strange fluttering sensation in his stomach as he listens to the ringing.

Eventually, you pick up. If you're surprised by his change in tone, you don't let on.

"Hello, I hope it's not too late to be calling. I was wondering if you'd like to come visit the penthouse tomorrow? Elizabeth is anxious to meet the person I keep telling her about."

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byler x tarot cards: valentine's day special [2/4]

two of hearts (cups) ♡ unified love, partnership, mutual attraction.

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Also here are the valentines charms that are available for preorder! They won’t be shipped until early March so after Valentines day (sorry)

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VD23

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Gọng khoan không viền đính đá VD23

Gọng khoan không viền đính đá VD23

Gọng kính cận khoan không viền đính đá thời trang

Gọng kính cận khoan không viền là sản phẩm xu hướng trong năm 2018. Với đặc tính mẫu mã đa dạng, phù hợp với nhiều khuôn mặt khác nhau nên trong năm 2019 vẫn là sự lựa chọn hàng đầu của tin đồ yếu kính. Nhằm mang lại giá trị tốt nhất cho người sử dụng. Các sản phẩm gọng kính cận khoan không viền được Vua kính Sunday gia công thiết kế dáng mắt cầu…

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Vampire Diares - Capítulo 23

Sophia narrando...

Depois de uma noite de sono horrível acordei mais cansada do que o normal. Como hoje é domingo irei me encontrar com Micael. E ele me disse ontem de madrugada que tinha uma coisa muito importante pra me contar, oque será?

FLASHBACK ON

Meu celular toca e vejo que é meu lindo.

LIGAÇÃO ON

-Oi amor –Falei animada.

-Oi! –Falou ele desanimado.

-Oque foi amor?

-Preciso te contar uma coisa.

-Pode falar.

-Pessoalmente.

-Mais á essa hora? Não posso sair ás 3 da manhã né?! –Ri e ele não riu.

-Amanhã ás 9 horas da manhã naquele paraíso que te levei.

-Ok, eu vou de taxi.

-Era isso que eu ia dizer pra você fazer. É que se eu for te buscar no caminho você vai querer saber oque é, e só vou contar lá!

-Ok, beijo e boa noite.

-Beijos amor.

LIGAÇÃO OFF

FLASHBACK OFF

Depois disso não falei mais com ele. Agora deixa eu ir me arrumar.

Depois de alguns minutos me arrumando estou pronta (Look Sophia)

Peguei meu taxi e fui para o paraíso. Chegando lá Micael estava sentado olhando o abismo e as flores de costas parao taxi, então resolvi fazer uma brincadeirinha.

Corri até ele sem fazer barulho e coloquei minhas mãos em seus olhos.

-Quem é? –Ele falou tentando retirar minhas mãos de seus olhos, mas não conseguiu.

-Adivinha.

-Minha linda, minha loirinha, minha branquinha.

-Acertou. –Sai de trás dele e fui para sua frente dando-lhe um selinho.

-Oi amor. –Disse ele enquanto eu me sentava ao seu lado.

-Oi. Oque era que você queria me contar? – Eu estava curiosa.

-Primeiro vamos aproveitar essa vista? Esse momento só nosso?

-Lógico.

Começamos a nos beijar, ficamos algum tempo entre selinho e logo depois 30 hora olhando a vista linda que tínhamos.

-Pode falar agora?

-Promete me entender?

-Depende. Fala logo!

-Ok! –Ele parou por alguns minutos- Eu não posso mais ficar com você!

-Que? Você tá terminando comigo é isso? –Lágrimas começavam a escorrer pelo meu rosto.

-Sophia deixa-me explicar...

-Explicar oque? Que você não quer ser mais meu namorado, que você só me usou? –Disse interrompendo-o.

-Não é isso.

-Chega Micael, não quero ouvir mais nada, eu vou embora! –Disse interrompendo-o de novo e me levantando, entrando no taxi que me esperava ali.

-SOPHIA VOLTA AQUI! –O ouvi gritar e quando olhei já longe dali o vi chorar e correr atrás do taxi.

Em todo o caminho eu chorava, muito. Porque? Porque ele fez isso? Não acredito.

Era uma dor muito forte, perder alguém que agente ama é horrível.

Chegando a casa vi minha mãe na sala, tentei disfarçar e subi as escadas sem falar nada do ocorrido. Peguei o meu diário e comecei a escrever no mesmo.

“Querido Diário,

Porque ele fez aquilo comigo? Porque ele tinha que terminar comigo? Eu não entendo. Nós estávamos tão bem juntos, nós nos amamos, pelo menos era oque eu achava. Será que ele só queria me usar? Ai meu deus, dói tanto. Oque eu vou fazer agora?”

Fechei meu diário e desabei em lágrimas.

Micael narrando...

Ela ao menos me deixou explicar. Oque ela deve estar pensando de mim agora? Ela deve estar achando que eu sou um cafajeste igual o Damon, que eu só usei ela e joguei fora. Ai, oque eu faço agora? Será que ela vai me perdoar um dia? Será que ao menos eu irei conseguir me explicar?

Entrei em meu carro e dei partida sem rumo.

~continua~

[brighteststar707]

The slots filled out so quick as expected 😖 All of them seem so good but I would like to request for Saeyoung & shyly! Happy Valentine's in advance Faye♡

Here it is, number 12! Thank you so much for the request, Lucy, I always enjoy writing the combinations you come up with!

Happy Valentine's day, I hope you enjoy!

Saeyoung loves shyly

You weren't expecting it.

After the hours and hours you’ve spent talking to him in the chatrooms and over the phone, you thought that he was boisterous and bold and teasing. And sure, he can be all those things when he needs to be, when it’s fun and distracting and keeps you far enough away from him that he can back out if it gets too serious.

On the other hand, in the apartment, there is nowhere to leave to, not without you. There is no room for big loud jokes and tricks to stop you from looking at him too closely.

So you do, and you've managed to learn a lot about who he is under all his defences. It turns out, under the playfulness, there's fear, and under that fear, Seven is actually shy.

You first notice it when he's fixing Meowy, sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by a semicircle of assorted parts and tools you don't recognize.

You've been not-so discreetly watching him a lot over the past few days, and you were pretty sure that you had his mannerisms memorised by now. He runs his hands through his hair when he's stressed, leaving it pointed every which way (and making you itch to go and smooth it out for him). When he wants you to think he's upset with you, he furrows his brows in quite a convincing glare. When he's actually upset, he presses his lips together to form a thin line and makes himself bigger.

However, you haven't seen him like this yet. His body language is a lot more open than it had been in the last few days. He's sitting straighter, moving more comfortably. His movements are smooth and practiced, like he has done this a hundred times before (and he probably has). This, to you, looks like Seven in his natural habitat.

He must have noticed you watching him, because, with his eyes still fixed on the intricate wiring in his hands, he asks, "Do you want to see what I'm doing?"

Even his voice is different. Softer, somehow. Maybe even hesitant.

You take him up on the offer and quickly join him on the floor, close enough that your knees almost touch. He freezes for just a second, but then quietly starts to explain what he's doing.

He seems to lose himself in talking about the different robot parts and tools he's using. A lot of it is jargon you don't understand, but it doesn't matter. You're just happy to listen to him talk and ask a question every now and then.

He becomes a lot more self-conscious when you ask him about the little cat's personality.

"Well, I programmed it to speak like 707 from the chatroom... in case you, y'know, got lonely...."

You can't see his face, but his ears are burning red as he says it. The thought of Seven, embarrassed by his own little gestures of love, makes you smile.

His shyness around you remains as you plan your next steps, all the way to Mint Eye and back. You stand around the table, marking the route he wants to take on a map. He stays a few steps away from you, but you feel his eyes on you when he thinks you aren't looking. Once, you manage to catch him, and he blushes furiously for the rest of the explanation.

Just as you're about to leave the table, he reaches for your hand. He looks surprised at his own boldness, but doesn't drop it, to your delight.

He swallows thickly and shuffles his feet in place before he works up the courage.

"Hey, all of this... it isn't going to be easy. I'd understand if you didn't - I mean, you've already been through so much because of me so don't think you have to..."

You've been expecting this. It was obvious that his guilt for everything you'd been through was eating him alive.

"Seven." You gently use your free hand to cup his cheek. The skin under your fingers is burning. He looks at you dizzily, but doesn't move away. In fact, you swear he leans a little into you.

"Do you remember what I told you earlier?"

He nods dazedly.

"I'm not leaving you now. I promised that I'd follow you anywhere, and I intend to keep my promise, okay?"

He relaxes a little. His eyes are still fixed on you, wide and beautiful. You know that he's relieved. He needed to hear it again, just how sure you were of your promise to him. If he needed you to, you'd happily repeat it again and again until it sinks in.

"I just was worried..." he says in barely a whisper. For the first time maybe ever, Seven is lost for words.

"I know," you reply softly. "You don't have to be. I know what I'm getting myself into. "

He nods again, more comfortably this time. His hand shakily comes up to cover yours on his cheek and he lets out a breathless laugh.

"You're incredible, you know that?"

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Ooh Faye, your Valentines day prompt event is so cute!! Please could I steal a slot? 🥹

I'd like to choose ❥ Obsessively, with the lovely Zen. I've always thought Hyun was a touch possessive at times. I would love to see what you come up with 💗

Thank you for the request, Lola! Happy early Valentine’s day!

This was a really fun combination to write, definitely something I’ve never done before! I agree, there is definitely a more possessive side to Zen that I don’t think we see very often. I really like how this turned out, and I hope you enjoy <3

Zen loves obsessively

He can’t help it. You’re the most important person in the world to him.

He knows what people are like. All men are wolves, remember?

He grew up feeling like he belonged to everyone but himself. He might have gotten used to it, but he can still never escape the hungry eyes that follow him wherever he goes. Even as a child, he couldn’t go anywhere without people trying to touch him to make sure he wasn’t made of porcelain.

Knowing that you belong to each other brings him a new sense of security that he didn’t know he was missing. He wants the whole world to know that he’s yours and you’re his.

Deep down, he’s reluctant to share you at all, even though he knows that it’s irrational and impossible. He can’t help but want to keep you close to him at all times. What could be more beautiful, more worthy of your attention than him?

When you’re together, it’s easy for him to make sure nobody gets too close. Seven likes to make jokes about how the two of you are always touching, but the truth is not too far off. Having his arms wrapped around you, holding your hand, resting his palm on your thigh are all ways for him to remind everyone to whom you belong, just in case they get the wrong idea.

He has become very good at hiding his jealousy under a thick layer of his usual charm. Nobody could ever accuse him of being rude or cold, on the contrary. However, there’s something unsettling about the way he talks to the people who tick him off. They often don’t stick around for very long after he starts speaking to them, instead excusing themselves to go attend to something more important.

At RFA parties or work gatherings, he isn’t ever far away from you. You often dress in (at least subtly) matching outfits, so that everybody knows you’re half of a set even if you’re apart. He watches the people around you to make sure nobody oversteps. Someone acting too friendly, or perhaps someone’s eyes lingering where they shouldn’t are enough to bring him back to your side immediately. 

His feelings get a bit muddled up when you spend time together with the RFA. On one hand, he doesn’t like having to share you with them. On the other hand, the RFA is the closest thing he has to a family, and he’s thrilled that you all get along so well together. It’s just that he sometimes can’t shake the feeling that they wish you were with them instead of him. He often takes out his jealousy by nagging Yoosung if he gets too friendly, but Yoosung doesn’t often react. He’s more than used to Zen’s nagging.

Jumin is a whole other story. Zen doesn’t trust him as far as he could throw him. It isn’t often that he assumes the worst about people, but Jumin is his exception. Sometimes, he suspects that Jumin tries to wind him up on purpose, just to see him get mad. What does he mean, you’re welcome to visit Elizabeth whenever? You? Alone with Jumin in his penthouse, where he can’t reach? Zen could just burst.

He often manages to get you out of your conversations with Jumin pretty quickly, though. Surely, you have nothing meaningful to share with each other, so why waste your time? He can think of several other better ways to spend your time. All of them with him, most of them alone.

That being said, he’s not opposed to PDA. It’s a very effective way of getting his message across to everybody. He’s not shy about letting everyone see exactly how much he loves you. He is, first and foremost, a performer.

Having you by his side has pushed him to work even harder on his performances. He wants to make sure that you’re only watching him when he’s on stage. When you meet him afterwards backstage, he brings you back to his changing room with him so he can enjoy all your praise in private.

If the stage is his favourite place to be, then at home alone with you comes in a very close second. Especially on self-care nights, when you take the time to spoil each other. He likes to put on different face masks for you, his hand steady and sure. He gets goosebumps as you watch him work, you’re so attentive to his movements. You take this time to care for his hair, combing through it and going through his usual routine. Under your gentle touch, he feels like the luckiest person on earth. He wonders if you know the power you hold over him.

It’s all peaceful until your phone buzzes with a chatroom notification and he loses you again. Every smile that isn’t for him, every second you spend talking to the others frustrates him. It doesn’t take long for him to become pouty.

Babe, is your phone more interesting than me? Who are you talking to? Tell them you’re busy. They can wait. I’m right here.

He’s lucky that you humour him most of the time. It keeps the worst of his jealousy at bay when you remind him that you chose him, that you love him, and that nothing will change that.

He doesn’t like calling what he feels for you obsession. He prefers to call it all-encompassing love. His feelings tend to overwhelm him all at once, and to express them to you any differently would be dishonest.

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OMG THE VALENTINES REQUEST! Maybe GE Saeran and how he loves hungrily? 👀

Thank you for the request, anon! I was hoping someone would ask for this pairing, so I was thrilled to receive this in my inbox!

Saeran loves hungrily

He spent most his life denying himself his most basic wants. He wasn’t living, just existing, pushing through the heavy haze in his head in order to prove that he was worthy of the little he received.

He was hungry. All the time. For the sky and the flowers, for sweet snacks, for the smallest bit of kindness. He wanted nothing more than to get rid of it, but It lived inside him like a gnawing reminder of everything he could never have.

It made him feel guilty. Wanting more than he had was always attributed to selfishness, thanklessness. He was lucky enough to be alive, he was told over and over again. To want more was greedy.

So, in order to prove that he was good, he tried his best to ignore the growing hunger inside him. He was determined to become strong enough to survive on as little as possible. It was easy to lose himself in the numbness of his daily life. With his near-constant headaches, exhaustion and the brain fog caused by the elixir, the hunger pangs were easy to dismiss. Another pain his body would have to adjust to.

Then, he meets you. His shining light, the gift that guided him through the fog. Once he realized there was a way out, he couldn’t stand to exist in the darkness any longer.

However, along with this newfound clarity, you also brought with you a dangerous new kind of hunger. One that he could not simply push away. He felt it in his throat, in his fingertips, in his chest. It was an all-encompassing need for you.

It scares him at first. He has trained himself to never give in to the things he craves. You encourage him to try things slowly, one little indulgence at a time, and he’s so relieved when you don’t call him greedy for wanting just a little more.

You show him a brand new life where he’s allowed to want things. He’s allowed to satiate the burning hunger inside him, be it for the sky or sleep or you (especially you).

And oh, he wants you.

He wants to hear you say his name. He likes to watch it form on your lips, feel the warmth that always seems to accompany it. He has spent a long time avoiding his name, feeling only fear when it was called. With you, every time he hears it, he feels loved.

He wants to hold your hand. There’s a certain safety in knowing that you’re connected this way. Even when you’re alone, even when you’re not going anywhere, he wants to feel the warmth of your hand in his. In quiet moments, he’ll intertwine his fingers with yours and run his thumb over the back of your hand. It never grows old for him.

He wants to feel your hands on him. Your fingers running through his hair, gently combing through any knots, putting it in little styles, working shampoo into the roots. Cupping his face when you want to look into his eyes, fingertips gently resting against his cheekbones. Trailing down the contours of his body, lingering just enough to make his breath catch in the back of his throat. It’s never enough.

He learns that he’s allowed to be selfish sometimes. He’s allowed to ask you for the things he wants, and you won’t hate him for even daring to want more than he has.

The intensity of his feelings for you doesn’t seem to fade the more time he spends with you. In fact, he seems to only crave you more the more he gets to know you. The first time he kissed you, for example, he didn’t know how it felt for you to smile against his lips, or how you’d run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. Now, he feels goosebumps form just at the thought.

It seems like the more you give, the more he wants to have. Once, such hunger would have terrified him. Now, he embraces it. The gnawing ball of need has become a warmth that fills his chest, a hollowness that is easily filled. He wants to know every secret you hold, every thought on your mind.

The greatest surprise to him, though, is being shown that same desire in return. You seem to hunger for him in the same way he does for you. You smile at the sound of his voice, your skin burns under his touch, you kiss him with a passion that leaves him breathless. You welcome each discovery and change in his life as he grows into the person he wants to be.

It is the return of your feelings that truly cements the idea in his mind that this hunger is something he wouldn’t want to live without. It’s proof that he’s alive and free at last.

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MAy I ask for "Boldly" with GE Saeran?

You may! I think his boldness is one of my favourite GE Saeran traits. He doesn't miss a single opportunity to tell you that he loves you and it's wonderful. It’s such a wonderful development from earlier in his route!

Happy early Valentine's day, and I hope you enjoy <3

Saeran loves boldly

There is something so fulfilling to him about eliciting a reaction from you. Your smile matches every sunset is has been lucky enough to see, and he plans to tease it out of you every chance he gets.

Oh, and he absolutely takes every chance he gets.

After long hours working at the intelligence unit, long after the sun has gone down, he leans over and nudges you till you look at him. Your eyes are sleepy but determined, and just as he thinks he can’t love you any more, you smile at him softly and reach for his hand. It doesn’t matter that the room is full of busy hackers, he will kiss you right there and then.

In fact, being around other people doesn’t deter him in the slightest from professing his feelings for you. In the middle of busy chatrooms, with all the members talking, he jumps on any opportunity he gets to compliment you. You deserve all the appreciation you get from them, and even more. He’s proud to be yours (and the jealousy from Yoosung and Zen is just another benefit). 

In the face of danger, with everything to lose, he will not submit to fear. He will be with you up till the very last moment and will be cuddling you the whole time. He will be admiring your features, reminding you that he loves you more than life itself. It doesn’t matter if someone is in the room trying to intimidate him. You’re the only thing that matters.

He memorises your timetable so that he always knows when he can call you when you’re away from home. He reminds you that you constantly impress him, and you inspire him every single day. This new life he lives is all thanks to you, and he’s not going to let you forget it.

On lazy mornings when you’re half asleep, he murmurs the dream he had about your future against your skin, and you hear it through the haze of your own drowsiness. He speaks with a certainty that you recognize. He will work to bring you whatever future you see ahead of you and be by your side every step of the way. Today, it happens to be spending all morning wrapped up in bed together, and he is all too happy to comply.

If you fluster easily? If you giggle or blush or go silent? Look out, you’re in for it. He wants to see every smile, poke your cheeks when they’re red, tease you when you can’t get a sentence out straight. It’s wonderful to have a physical representation of the effect he has on you. Just make sure you don’t cover your face. He wants to see everything, don’t be shy. He thinks you’re simply adorable. If you’re really shy, it’s just another excuse to hug you close.

It doesn’t matter how long you have been together for. He is slowly learning more about you, the little things that always make you smile, the sensitive spots of your skin, all the hopes and dreams you carry. It’s a delight, getting to know you.

[brighteststar707]

Hi Faye! Warmly + Saeyoung please ^^

Hi!! This is a wonderful combination, thank you for requesting it!

Happy early Valentine's day, and I hope you enjoy <3

Saeyoung loves warmly

Since the beginning, it had always been his biggest weakness. He loved too hard, too deeply for the life he was stuck in. Every decision, starting from the smallest (stealing a packet of sweets for Saeran when he was out on errands) to the biggest (giving up his life and joining the agency) were done because at his core, Saeyoung will always operate out of love.

It’s that same love that stops him from crumbling under agency pressure, the dreams of Saeran finally being safe and happy that keep him working for days at a time where others couldn't. It’s his warmth – in whatever shape it might come – to Vanderwood that gets him out of the agency’s mental training.

Despite how much his environment tried to beat it out of him, told him it'd he easier for him to submit, it remained with him. Almost reluctantly, he lived on for love. His friends, his brother, the people who saved him.

He made excuses for his friendships by saying that they were simply lies, part of the front he put up. It didn’t matter that he was putting in extra work to boost Zen’s career or keeping an eye on Yoosung when his emotions seemed to overwhelm him. That wasn’t real, obviously.

He almost managed to convince himself. Almost.

You throw a wrench in his plans almost the moment you arrived. You worked your way into his heart early on and very stubbornly refused to leave, despite his best efforts.

The truth of it is that he was never very good at hiding his warmth, just good at ignoring and denying it. Even at his worst, when he’s pretending you don’t exist and only answering you in sharp monosyllables, his gestures betray his feelings for you. Clumsy sandwiches made in a panic as he was waiting for the phone to ring, concern that escapes him before he can mask it as disdain. He never really stood a chance once he met you.  

His warmth is still his biggest weakness. However, he realized that perhaps being weak is what saved him. Being soft in a world that insists on beating you down means you don’t break. Having a heart too big for his situation kept him alive for all these years, it kept him fighting for the people he loves.

Nowadays, he doesn’t hide it at all. He loves loudly, unabashedly. He hugs his friends when he sees them and reminds them that he’s looking out for them. All those little things he used to do in secret (all while denying what he was doing) are now out in the open, and he finds that he quite likes having them know how much he cares.

He especially likes reminding you how much he loves you. He says it often, whispered into your ear or shouted from across the room: I love you. Over and over again, for all the times he couldn’t. He makes you little toys that keep you company when he can’t and plans special surprises for you. There’s something about the look of joy on the face of someone you love when you manage to catch them by surprise. He wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

It makes him feel alive and fulfilled in a way he has never felt before. Even the little moments, doing things he used to do before you too, he finds himself overwhelmed. Eating takeout together and sneaking bites from each other’s order. Having company while he’s working, either with you next to him or on his lap. Falling asleep at night with you running your fingers through his hair.

Embracing his warmth, the overwhelming love he has to give, has made life beautiful to him in a way he thought he’d never see.

[brighteststar707]

Whoo Valentine's event!! 😳😳😳 I'm in the mood for some danger Ray for this lovely holiday so what about Ray loving you... obsessively ~ ? 👀

Hi Mia, thank you for the request! Let me be honest, I put that prompt in there with Ray in mind, so I'm so happy someone requested it 😉

Happy early Valentines day <33

Ray loves obsessively

He has never had anything that was completely his. His childhood home was nothing more than a prison, and here at Magenta, everything he has came from his Saviour. She was very generous in supplying him everything she thought he needed.

That's what makes the idea of you so enticing. His project. His chosen candidate. You were his from the beginning.

He spent months getting to know you. Eyes burning behind his wall of screens, watching you go about your day, memorizing your every step until he could almost predict them. He had come to know you better than most of the people around you, and you were completely oblivious. He's very good at his job, after all.

As the plan comes together, he starts to make space for you at Magenta in anticipation.

He claims the room he wants to become yours pretty early on. It gets the most sunlight during the day and has the best view of the gardens. You deserve only the best. He spends a lot of time deciding how to decorate. He hasn’t managed to catch a glimpse of your home yet (the camera on your laptop is covered, for some reason, and your phone is never angled just right), so he fills in the blanks himself. The end result is beautiful. It’s luxurious and comfortable, and he thinks you’ll be very happy with him for the work he put into it.

He’s even more excited when it  comes to filling the wardrobe. He already knows your size, so all has to do is pick out the styles. He takes his time to picture you in outfits that he’s sure will suit you. The colour palette compliments his suits (there will be no black robes for you), so that all the believers will know who you are.

When the day finally comes for him to send you the first messages, he’s thrilled. The sound of your voice makes his breath catch in his throat. You sound like an angel. His headache might even have subsided for a second.

The whole phone call feels like it passes in a second. He misses you the second you’re disconnected. Luckily, he won’t have to be without you for long.

Of course, you’re so kind, you quickly take the opportunity to help him and his cause. He feels a little bit guilty for lying to you, he thinks that you’d probably sympathise with Mint Eye’s cause too, but the Saviour says it’s better to start off slow.

It’s a relief that you agreed so easily. It would have been harder to bring you here the other way.

He wanted to go collect you himself first. It’s only fair that since he chose you, he’d be the one to see you first. He knows you best. It’s just a shame he can’t leave Mint Eye yet. Instead, to pass the time, he watches the car’s location until they’re in sight of the building. He cannot get to the door fast enough.

When he calls your name, you recognize his voice almost immediately from the phone. He can’t believe it. You recognize him already? His heart races.

He takes your hand, and you follow him without much hesitation. It’s miraculous, he thinks, how you trust him so blindly. He takes a few wrong turns on the way to your room so that he can hold onto you just a little longer. The warmth of your hand in his is comforting. Even though he wears gloves, his hands are always freezing.

When it’s time to take off the blindfold, he offers to help you. His hands shake as he unties the knots, but then he’s back in front of you before your eyes have a chance to adjust. In the end, it didn’t matter that you had to see that believer first. You’ve probably already forgotten what he looked like. Ray is the first person you see after hours of being in the dark (he knew the blindfold would be a good idea), which makes your first meeting even more memorable.

Your eyes are so wide, you must be surprised. It takes you a moment to get used to the light, but you’re quickly focusing your eyes on him (him!). For all the times your eyes have met through the cameras, this is so much better. He hopes you aren’t disappointed by what you’re seeing.

A part of him wishes he could recruit somebody else to work with the RFA in your place. You grow attached to them so quickly, it makes him worry. Little do you know just how dangerous they are. He visits you often, just to make sure you’re not forgetting him. He’s a real person, after all, unlike those hypocrites.

On his breaks from work, he phones you up to check on you. The next part of the plan is coming up soon, and he needs to start preparing you for the choice you’ll have to make. You’ve been mentioning something about going home recently and it’s starting to worry him. You don’t seem to understand yet that this is where you belong.

On the first evening he takes away from his work, he takes you out into the gardens. You look breathtaking, the moonlight only enhancing your features. Everything feels like a dream. 

It’s almost perfect, except you’re not wearing what he picked out for you. There must be something wrong with the sizing. He will check it out when he has time.

He takes this opportunity to bring up the topic of remaining here.

I’d like to go home, after this, is what you reply. How strange.

It’s his fault. You’ve gotten too close with the RFA. He has spent too much time away from you. He didn’t warn you enough about how dangerous they are. You’re starting to believe them, and soon you might be too far away for him to reach. You might even leave him.

What a terrible idea. There is nothing out there for you that he can’t make for you here. He wishes you’d understand that he’d do anything for you.

He shouldn’t have postponed the cleansing for so long. He needs to protect you from their lies. He will be strong enough to protect you from everything outside. Someone so wonderful as you should not be tainted by those liars anymore.

The Saviour has granted him permission to carry out the cleansing in private. None of the other believers will be able to invade this moment. You are his project, his chosen candidate. His to protect and his to officially bring to paradise.

He will be the first person you see after the darkness that comes before paradise. How fitting.

He mixes your elixir by hand, it’s a batch made just for you (with love, he thinks). He tried his best to sweeten it, but there’s no way to hide the burn it leaves in your throat. He even finds a pretty bottle to put it in. He thinks that maybe he’ll keep it afterwards, like a testament to the beginning your life together.

You reject it at first. You don’t seem to understand that it’s salvation he’s offering you. In the end, he has to pour it down your throat for you. He hopes you’ll forgive him.

He nurses you afterwards. He holds you close to him as you shiver and wipes away your tears. After you’re tucked into bed, he holds your hand and soothes you when you stir. He knows the dreams you’re having well enough.

When you awaken, everything will be okay again.

Him and you. You and him. Just as it was supposed to be. Now, there’s nobody that can tell him that you’re not his. Least of all you.

[brighteststar707]

Valentine’s Day 2023

This February, let’s talk about how the different RFA members love! I’ve put together a little prompt list to write from and share in the build up to Valentine’s day. 

To participate in this event, send in one of the prompts and a mysme character from the main 5 + V, Vanderwood and Saeran (specify which), and I’ll write you something!

[12/12 slots taken]

How they love...

❥ Quietly

❥ Cautiously

❥ Slowly

❥ Shyly

❥ Warmly

❥ Easily

❥ Reluctantly

❥ Deeply

❥ Boldly

❥ Recklessly

❥ Hungrily

❥ Obsessively

[brighteststar707]

Hmm, well since you'll probably get plenty of other Saeyoung prompts sent in, I'll switch things up and request someone different. How about how Zen loves quietly? 👀

Thank you for the request, anon! It made me laugh when it first came in because, at the time you sent this ask in, there were no Saeyoung requests and two other Zen requests. The Zen love was strong this Valentine's season (and I can't blame you all, I mean look at him).

With that, I wish you a happy early Valentines day!

Zen loves quietly

It’s not by choice. He wishes he could tell the world just how much he loves you. Over and over again, until it became a universally known fact.  

Unfortunately, after a few conversations with his team (some of your first as his manager), you all – somewhat reluctantly - decided that it’d be beneficial for his image and career for you to keep your relationship as private as possible.

On the walk home, he made it a point to hold your hand. He had protested the hardest against the idea of having to keep your relationship quiet. After everything the two of you had been through together, he thought you deserved to be praised by everyone who supported him.

You reminded him that there were still loopholes. Nobody was stopping you from sharing in your daily life together and enjoying your usual date spots, you just needed a bit more of a disguise as his fame began to skyrocket.

You eventually managed to cheer him up, and he was a little bit embarrassed of how upset he had been over his new restrictions. Sure, he wanted to show you off to the world, but there are special joys to be had in sharing things just between the two of you. It brought another level of intimacy to your relationship, a side to your lives that only the two of you got to share in.

To redirect his frustration, he makes it his job to find all ways he can discreetly remind you just how much you mean to him.

He likes a challenge.

Although he can’t show you off in public, that doesn’t mean he can’t do so in front of the RFA. He loves to share pictures of the two of you (they’re almost as plentiful as his selfies once were) and is always full of praise for the work you do.

Pretty early on, he goes over to Yoosung’s house with a bagful of groceries and asks him to teach him how to cook your favourite food. He wants to be able to take care of you, and even spoil you after long days. It takes some bickering and making a mess of the kitchen but in the end, he’s pleased with the result. He has notes written down for how to do it by himself when he needs to, and he can’t wait to see the look on your face the first time he can cook for you.

He often wakes up earlier than you, and on days when he has to leave for work before you wake up, he prepares you a coffee and leaves you a little note on the kitchen table, reminding you that he loves you and can’t wait to hear from you when you wake up. Writing out those little notes always makes him feel like the main character in a romance story.

Notes on the table aren’t the only ones he leaves you. When the weather turns cold, he likes to write little love notes and stick them in your pockets for you to find later. You keep them in your wallet and in a small box on your dresser to look at when you miss him. Each one is written so vividly you can almost hear his voice as you read them.

He hates having to keep his distance from you at work. It feels like the two of you are always circling around each other and always just missing each other. He finds excuses to bring you into conversations (as his manager, of course, it’s important to always get your input). He keeps his distance, but he smiles at you like a child getting away with a prank. Just your presence by his side is enough to make him light up. 

You make an effort to wake up early together so that you can enjoy his favourite park while it’s still mostly empty. He brings his cap with him everywhere he goes, and he often has to wear it on the walk back home once the sun has fully come up.

One of the first things he does after he lands his first movie role (and therefore receives his first movie-sized paycheck) is buy you a set of matching rings. He insists on putting it on your finger himself, and he does so with gentle movements and seals it with a soft kiss. You know even without him telling you that it’s a promise. You’ve come this far together, and it’s only the beginning. He wants to give you a future the two of you can be proud of.

He lets you put his on his finger too, and blushes bright red as he watches you. He doesn’t take it off until his next public appearance. That’s when you surprise him with a delicate chain, something subtle that matches the jewellry he already wears. He slips the ring onto the chain and wears it under his clothes, close to his heart. The world might not see it, but you’re always with him.

All these little things add up, and in the end, it doesn’t matter that he doesn’t get to tell the world that he loves you. Each gesture feels like a grand declaration of its own.

[brighteststar707]

Heya! For the february prompt list, can I request Reluctantly with Saeran (GE)? Thank you 💕💕 and looking forward to all the fics!

Hi! Thank you for the request! I've been thinking about this combination for a while, trying to see how to fit it best. In the end, I decided to set it towards the end of Ray's route, after he wakes up from being cared for by Rika (forgive me if I got the timeline wrong somewhere 😅)

Happy early Valentine's day, and I hope you enjoy <3

Saeran loves reluctantly

One moment he’s unconscious, the next he’s acutely aware of a strange clearness in his head. He usually wakes up from sleeping with his head foggier than before, weighted down by the nightmares that always plague him.

The voices he is used to are silent, which is another tip off that something has changed. He has no memory of what happened before, just a strange feeling as if he should be remembering something.

He knows that he shouldn’t push himself to remember things his brain is trying to protect him from, so instead he tries to work backwards based on his surroundings. Perhaps grounding himself will help the memories come back by themselves.

It’s easier said than done, though. Without the usual fog weighing on his mind, there’s nothing slowing it down. It demands to get to the important things at once.

It's all he can do to force himself to slow down and take it step by step.

He can feel the sheets over his body, so he must be in bed. This in itself is unusual, he usually falls asleep at his desk. He opens his eyes slowly. The whole room is bathed in moonlight. It’s almost beautiful.

Even this revelation sets his mind off running again.

How long has he been out? What has happened to the RFA and all his work? Where are-

That question cuts off before it can finish. He suspects there is something there he shouldn't touch there. Small steps first.

There’s a damp cloth on his forehead. It must have once been cold, but now it’s lukewarm and slightly uncomfortable.

It’s surprising how long it takes for him to notice the weight on his hand and the dip in the bed. Someone is resting their head on the bed, holding his hand. By the sound of their breathing, they’re sleeping.

Very slowly, he turns his head to look at them. He’s not sure who he was expecting, but he’s surprised to find Rika taking care of him how strange, it's her name, not her title that comes to mind first). She doesn’t often spend time with him like this unless he has done something bad. It’s nice to be taken care of.

Or, perhaps, she’s just making sure he doesn’t leave.

The cynicism surprises him. Then again, he can’t figure out who he’s supposed to be right now. He isn’t even sure which name he’d rather be called at the moment.

It doesn’t really matter as long as it’s….

You.

Something cracks and the memories he was avoiding all come back to him at once.

Youyouyou. Where are you? Are you upset with him? Have you eaten yet? How long have you been alone for?

His head starts to pound. No wonder the memory of you was kept away from him for so long.

The voices he was searching for before start talking – both at once – and it’s hard to make sense of what they’re saying at first.

There’s Ray, heartbroken and pleading, full of concern for you. You've been alone, unprotected for who knows how long. What if someone else got to you? What if you have been cleansed?

And then Saeran speaks up, his voice sharp and biting, even against himself. You’re dangerous. Your actions threatened to crush him completely, and he shouldn’t be so weak as to trust Ray.

He feels like the point where the ocean meets a river. Salty and sweet, warm and cold bleeding together in a turbulent rush. He is neither and both all at once.

It's a strange feeling, to be the outside observer to his own memories. It means that even though they’re interrupting each other, he understands what they’re trying to tell him. All of their feelings are his too.

They continue to argue. He can feel Saeran's fear, his anger. If they were smart, he says, they should hope that you've been disposed of.

Ray cries out at that. He reminds them of the warmth you brought, of the smile on your face every time you saw him. How can that be dangerous? All you did was show him kindness.

Back and forth they go, and his head spins. He tries to break it down into more manageable pieces - simple statements. How he feels about you dictates his next moves, and he knows he has to tread carefully.

He misses you.

You're dangerous.

He doesn't want to leave you.

You care for him.

Maybe if there wasn't anyone to hurt him for his weaknesses, he could allow himself to be weak. It's not too bad, if you protect him.

He's scared, but he knows that the truth is right there, the last big secret that was kept in the dark from him.

He loves you, whether he wants to or not.