#i am but a rusty rika

[jumnthepurestbean]

Can I please request the RFA (+ V,Saeran and Vanderwood if you can) with a MC who has issues trusting them after her father was unfaithful to her mother? How would they convince her that they would never cheat on her? thank you in advance

*Falls to the ground* I’m back!!! After a very tiring semester, I am finally feeling inspired to write again. Let’s get through some asks, but also I’m a little bit rusty on writing these characters. Regardless, thank you very much, Anon!

RFA+V+Saeran+Vanderwood x MC with Trust Issues

Jumin

Tries to be understanding.

He is lowkey upset because he doesn’t like being compared to others, especially in such a negative way. Why on earth would MC think he would unfaithful?

But he doesn’t let it bother him too much.

Uses very rational arguments to get MC to see that Jumin is nothing like his father and their relationship will be different.

If rationality doesn’t work, then he will use…feelings

By that I mean he will talk about how he feels uncomfortable with his father’s own relationship habits.

Also, the fact that he would never have any relation with women that throw themselves at him.

Yoosung

This is actually a very interesting idea because, in Yoosung’s route, one piece of conflict is Yoosung constantly comparing MC to Rika.

So, when MC expresses her mistrust, it will kind of make Yoosung realize what he was doing to MC with Rika.

Probably with the help of Jaehee and Zen goddamn they’re such good friends in that route

Anyway, I think that Yoosung would show how dedicated and loyal to MC he is.

He’ll give up LOLOL for her!

He’ll do better in school for her!

Anything she wishes, he would do it for her!

Zen

Feeds into his men are wolves theory

Will probably wrap her up in his arms and go over all the things he loves about MC.

He will sit there for hours talking about every cute freckle on MC’s cute nose until she understands that he loves her!

Probably gets MC a promise ring or something like that.

Then probably dedicates a performance to her. Some sort of grand gesture to let the world know Zen loves MC.

Jaehee

Understandable.

Jaehee knows how opening up to people, especially after you’ve been hurt, can be a very terrifying experience.

Goes the more rational approach like Jumin

But tries to be more assuring that she would never cheat on her.

Tries to more communicative with MC.

Communication is key to any relationship and that is probably what broke up MC’s parents.

Saeyoung

“Lol same.”

Daddy issues squad!

He tries to think about ways that would convince him to trust MC.

Probably will make sure to be more open with his feelings and make sure she knows that MC is the only one for him.

But in a more…quiet way than Zen or even Yoosung.

Just quiet moments where Saeyoung will give an honest compliment to her.

No joking.

All seriousness.

V

Will probably sit MC down and show her his art of her.

Every painting, every photo, every small sketch on a napkin he has kept.

As MC looks at he’s probably internally screaming “This is too much, she’ll probably think I’m creepy”

But nope.

This is how V shows his love.

He has tried to capture MC’s essences in his art with passion and precision.

Saeran

Again “lol same.”

Saeran knows how hard it is to trust people.

Will try and explain this to MC.

“I know how hard it is to open up to someone, especially when you’ve experienced pain. But why don’t we try doing this together?”

Takes MC’s hand.

“I’m braver when I’m holding your hand.”

Blushing ///..///

Vanderwood

“I am not going to cheat on you.”

Stressed when that doesn’t work.

Tries to be more rational about this and make MC understand that he’s not like her father.

“Did your father have style like me?”

“Pffft no.”

“Then I’m different.”

What a dork

If you’re feeling generous then go over to my ko-fi!

[catsvrsdogscatswin]

Higurashi Gou Liveblog: Episode 2

HEY (I knew this episode was when we got told that this was an addition but not a remake but like damn okay we’re not playing around here) and I say again HEY, Rika deserves to have gotten out of this by now!

Okay the sea of kakera has changed a lot.

“I’m just a lingering trace of myself.” Hmm. Don’t like that. This is very much not like Hanyuu and I am very much not liking this.

Hell yeah Rika, don’t give into despair.

New opening is dramatic and gorgeous as shit but I’m sorry, you can NEVER be the original opening. Its not bad, there’s just only room for one Higurashi opening in my heart.

FUCK OFF FEATHERINE!

Oh I am not liking how much Umineko can be adjacent to the lyrics of this.

I’m sorry what the fuck, how can that be interpreted as anything but murderous intent. “Oh you wanted something like a saw so I brought it-” AND WHAT, RAISED IT OMINOUSLY OVER YOUR HEAD LIKE YOU WERE ABOUT TO KILL HIM JUST FOR FUNSIES?!

Keiichi is holding Rena’s weapon and this feels fundamentally wrong.

Okay her little dance on the rusty car is adorable.

HE BROUGHT THE MAGAZINE HOME WITH HIM?!

Oh damn. Are we doing the zombie tag already?

WE ARE.

I am enjoying this scene immensely. The whole gang is so damn cheesy with their zombie references and trying to scare each other. Also Rena confirmed for a horror film sissy.

SATOKO’S LITTLE SWAYING ZOMBIE WALK I’M IN LOVE.

kEIICHI NO HER PARENTS ARE DEAD

He’s on the fucking ROOF?! How the hell did they all get on the roof so fast!?

Oh my god they made the Post Pubescent Petrifaction scene ever more suggestive.

Aw right Shion isn’t part of the group yet so she didn’t win with Mion.

Rena nominated for the murder-crazy bitch this go around. She’s acting super weird around Keiichi, does she have memories of the Abducted by Demons arc like he got in Atonement?

Keiichi you dumb fuck you are literally hitting with the worst part of the blade to cut something apart. I’m sorry but crouching and hitting something with the point is NOT the way to cut open a bar, post, or anything else long and thin. No leverage, no cutting edge, and Keiichi has never been more obviously a dumbass cityslicker.

Two seconds after me noticing his exaggerated swings and grunts are a lot like the first murder scene of the anime, Keiichi immediately flashes into the memory of beating Rena and Mion to death and I have never felt so thematically validated.

Okay Rena absolutely remembers some shit.

Oh and they’re wrapping the statue up like the bodies she chopped apart in Atonement, we’re getting all the callbacks.

Rena has a large collection of mascot statues and I don’t know why that came as a surprise to me.

OH WHAT we are getting trace memories left and right! First Rena probably remembering Keiichi fucking murdering her with a bat, now Keiichi remembering shit about Tomitake!

“I thought he was a detective or a spy” Tomitake is a sniper instructor and secret agent, Keiichi, get your facts right.

Rena continues to be sus as hell.

Okay Keiichi just burned Satoko to the ground.

Aw she’s giving him headpats before he breaks into her family’s shrine and eventually ends up horribly murdered for it.

Oh so that’s where Rena went in Abducted by Demons.

I like the added detail of actually getting to see Rika’s ceremonial dance for once. Mion playing wingman for Keiichi is also great, even if I ship her with Keiichi than I ship Rena with him.

Okay damn the ritual offering dance interplayed with introducing Takano was AMAZING thematic parallels, especially considering the antecedents of that dance.

Oh I am NOT liking what the closing implies.

[solisavior-blog]

“i said i love you.” destroy him thx : )

         ❝  ju  -  jumin  — sshii  !  ❞  BEWILDERED  by  his  repeated  proclamation  ,  a  stunned  expression  blossoms  within  her  soft  pastel  brims  .  a  tint  of  red  perpetrates  her  complexion  as  her  gaze  evidently  widens  in  response  .  for  a  moment  ,  she  felt  it  .  HER  HEART  RACING  as  fast  as  the  information  that  was  successfully  being  proceed  within  her  thoughts  .  the  movements  that  followed  her  fingertips  FROZEN  in  place  .  surely  he  didn’t  mean  it  ;  after all  it  was  FORBIDDEN  for  the  moon  to  embrace  the  stars  connected  with  the  sun  .  (  even  if  she  had  often  considered  the  possibility  ...  there  was  simply  no  way  )  .  AVERTING  her  gaze  ,  her  body  retracts  from  his  presence  .  palms  pressed unevenly  against  her  chest  as  she  shys  away  from  his  CONFRONTATION.

 perhaps  in  another  life  ...

 her  UNSPOKEN  words  can  be  depicted  from  her  reaction  ;  a  solemn  expression  complimenting  the  unattainable  beauty  that  embodies  from  within  her  .  LIFTING  her  orbs  ,  her  tentative  fingers reaches  after  the  warmth  of  his  visage  .  eyes  willfully  GREETING  his  own  before  a  gentle  smile  is  painted  onto  her  lips  .  ❝  i  love  you  too  . ❞  she  says  so  without  regrets  ,  and  yet  ...  ❝  v  and  i  will  always  be  grateful  to  you  ,  my  dear  friend  .  ❞ 

[twitchtvkodzuken]

rules for requests ! (and some other info)

pretty much anything goes, but i do have some boundaries !

as of right now, i won’t be taking nsfw/18+ requests. i have a few reasons, but i am just a bit uncomfortable writing that sort of thing, i always have been. it’s pretty much a me thing LOLOL

i will take requests for more serious/triggering subjects, all of these posts will have proper trigger warnings on my part.

i watch a lot of anime and play a lot of video games, so like, if you’re requesting here odds are i know the character, but if i don’t i’ll either read a little bit into their character/personality and try my best or i will let ya know i don’t feel so confident writing for that character. 

i kinda made this account for a few reasons, first and foremost i have a lot of headcanon brain rot and tumblr is always a good place for that. secondly, i wanna provide entertainment and comfort to those who want/need it! thirdly, i’m bored and getting into writing again.

^ i’m currently writing a wholeass fic so that’s going to take priority but sometimes i wanna write smaller things.

all imagines/scenarios/whatever WILL be written gender neutral! this is a safe and inclusive space. if i DO post gendered imagines, there will always be one for the other gender binary option as well as my typical gn!reader. understand that is a lot of work though so i’ll stick to the basics most of the time.

okay i think that covers it...this will probably be a primarily haikyuu/bnha blog unless other things are requested given the fact those two animes/mangas are what i am most focused on. i will say i have the ability, maybe, to write for bungou stray dogs, danganronpa (it will be rusty it’s been awhile since i consumed that media), and mystic messenger (do not request rika on god i will delete it LOLOL). but yeah ! i hope you enjoy my writing.

[hrxdaniel-blog]

hey~! i’m rika, i’m 24 and i’m (not very) lucky to be spending my days in the CET time zone. :D i am hopelessly into johnny seo (hence the face claim) so you will probably see me ooc crying in tags here and there about him because wow...

to be fair it’s been quite a while since i last krp-d, but i was missing it so here i am! it might take me a while to get back into ~shape~ but i’ll do my best! (i’ve been writing fanfictions, so my writing skills are not that rusty i swear.)

also as i mentioned i’m technically a fully functioning adult, which means i slave most of my days away at work, but i get to check my phone often at work so usually i shouldn’t take more than 1-2 hours to reply to messages. :D feel free to drop me something either here in IMs or on discord (mintcream#2355)! i’m vvvvv flexible with any kind of idea~

ok but enough with my rambling, time for me to talk about my son!

okaaaay so! his profile is here but here are some tl;dr and extra info bulletpoints of dan:

he was born in england, but speaks korean on a native level next to english because his parents made sure to teach him

moved to korea when he was starting university

first lived in seoul, hated it, now he’s in hwaryung and he loves it

moved to hwaryung when he was 21, so almost 3 years ago

he is a freelancer photographer wanting to hit big

but what gives him money to live is his job as a bartender at velvet room

he is bisexual and very into all genders

lowkey really into romance but is awkward as shit about it

therefore most he gets are one night stands with some cuddling

he is Very Tall and also Very Clumsy if he doesn’t pay attention

he always has his camera with him

he mostly likes taking photos of people, don’t be surprised if he goes up to you and asks if he could take a photo of you doing the most mundane things like... sitting on a bench or w/e

okay now this is kinda all i could think of? he is a very new muse, came up with him on the spot when i looked at the rp... i originally wanted to bring in my first (and until now only) muse but then i reeeeally wanted a johnny faceclaim... and like that, daniel was born!

so he is actually a really... flexibe character right now, and i’m more than excited to develop him something defined here with all of you!

i’m really looking forward to play with all of you! :)

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

I was tagged by @juminsmcmysticmessenger

Nicknames: Elly, motter, Lucifer (by my parents)

Gender: female

Sign: Aries with Libra moon and rising

Height: I’m about 5′5

Time: 7:34pm

Fav bands: I literally don’t have any, there’s just bands I like and bands I don’t.

Fav solo artists: see above

Song stuck in my head: Mama by Jonas Blue

Last movie I watched: the new Tomb Raider one!

Last show I watched: Gintama

When did I create my blog?: my main’s been around since 2011 and this one is almost two years old!

What do I post?: Fics, headcanons and bad jokes

Do I get asks: It has been known to happen, haha

Why did I choose my URL?: One of my favourite writing blogs back then was fromthedeskoftheraven. I didn’t really intend to keep it but it’s basically my brand at this point.

Following: 551 (only about 15-20 or so of them are msme, though)

Followed by: 2090 folks that I love a whole lot!

Average hours of sleep: I’m too lazy for math, but I generally start falling asleep at 10-11pm and wake up between 5:30-7

Lucky number: 18

Instruments: as in...an instrument I play? I can play bass guitar, though I’m really rusty. It’s been a good 15 years since I had lessons.

What am I wearing: Pusheen jammies

Dream trip: I’d like to visit one of the Disney parks and the Harry Potter one. I’m SO SALTY that it isn’t a UK theme park, but in all fairness you can literally visit the set here and platform 9 3/4.

Fav food: I don’t have one, tbh, I’m just a thot for food. 

Nationality: English

Fav song: I don’t know haha. I used to dance around the kitchen to this back when I was backpacking. My gf at the time was a professional dancer and she’d try and teach me the steps. Emphasis on try

Last book I read: I haven’t read a book for ages orz. I read my new wip this morning if that counts?

Top 3 fictional universes I want to join: I wanna live in whatever universe pinterest moms live in. All that free time for DIY and kid’s lunches, serving looks at all times and seemingly infinite money? Sign me up. (I wanna say mystic messenger, but I don’t know if I could deal with existing somewhere Rika is) 

I’m not tagging anyone, but do it if you want!

[thirstyfortom]

High School Band AU: Ch. 23

Boxes and boxes of clothes and belongings everywhere.

You sigh, tying your hair in a lazy ponytail before lifting up one of the boxes and placing in the bed. It’s old, but you’re sweating from all the work you’ve been doing since the morning… and you still have to pack your things too.

And you will, right after you’re done with helping Rika pack hers.

“Can’t believe you have that much makeup it stuffs a whole box!”

“Well, what can I say? My mom… likes to buy me makeup… that’s probably the only thing she likes doing for me…” you get so uncomfortable everytime she throws some comment about how bad her relationship with her mom is… so you trid to avoid keeping on that subject… until now.

“What did she say when you said you were leaving?”

“Well, let’s see… she thinks it’s a waste of money sending me to rehab again, but… a little time away would be good to avoid any more rumors… if you ask me, I think she’s mad I broke up with Jihyun and people in the neighborhood are talking about it…” oh… so she did break up with V, you were wondering what happened, but God knows what Rika or any band member would say if you actually asked about it…

“Rumors that he cheated on you?” you ask, already regretting your unnecessary honesty.

“Not really, there were always rumors about me dating him just for the money, anyway… so don’t think too highly of yourself, you’re not the center of this crisis.” She smirks sardonically. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Well, your father… did he agree on you just going like this?”

“No, he… well, he’s not. But he won’t interfere… he thinks this change would be good for him, for my mom, for me… everybody…”

“Do you?”

“What?”

“Do you think it will be good for everybody?”

It won’t. After you made to the celebration for the victory only to announce you were going away, the Mystic Messenger crew seemed… sad. The party suddenly turned into a funeral, and there was no mood to stay there any longer… there is no mood to ask them for help in packing your things, so when Rika called you for help, you weren’t exactly comfortable, but… you could help her packing if she helped you.

You weren’t exactly shocked when she told you she was also leaving. You would do the same if you were she, you are… doing the same… well, you’re not going to rehab at some fancy place in the country, you are basically crossing the word to live with a woman who is your mom, but… also pretty much a stranger. It’s different… Rika is leaving to take care of herself, fix her own mess and begin to look for happiness through sobriety.

You? Just running away from your doubts and problems.

“It won’t. But I don’t really care at this point.” Which, surprisingly, it’s not a lie.

Because you don’t. You just want to forget. Forget this drama with Zen, Yoosung, Jaehee, Jumin, Saeyoung, V and Rika, forget that you actually thought you and Saeran could work after having a magical night with him, and forget that he ruined the magical night by reminding you that, no matter what you do, you still slept with a guy who has… had a girlfriend. Saeran can’t forgive you, and neither can yourself.

So now you don’t care anymore. If you can’t forgive yourself, at least you should try to start over.  Your mom’s timing was perfect in showing up like that, and even more perfect when you got home after fighting with Saeran and saw your parents discussing this possibility, all they need was your answer. “Yes” to going to America, “yes” to living with your mom and leaving our dad, “yes” to starting over.

“Yeah, me neither.” Rika nods, shrugging as she tosses some clothes in the box with a “donate” written on it. “Thanks for coming to help me, you didn’t have to.”

“I know, I just wanted to and… well, this is one of those situations of me scratching your back if you scratch mine, I need help with my own packing.”

“Ah yeah… I’ll have to go to your house… can’t believe I’ll have to go to the slums of this town.”

“It will be good to leave the Shortcake Strawberry’s mansion, princess.” You both scoff. “From all the places on Earth, Rika, I never thought I would come to your house.”

“Well, from all people on Earth, I never thought you would be in my soon to be former house.” Both of you smile lazily. What is this? Are you… bonding?

“Oh, and from all the artists on Earth, I never thought you would like David Bowie.” You point at the Ziggy Stardust poster in the wall.

“Good thing he wasn’t an earthling, then.” You nod and laugh, so does she. “What? You thought I could never be that educated in music?”

“You thought Patti Smith was dead the first time we met, girl…” she narrows her eyes at you as you smirk. “But I don’t know anything about you, anyway… I didn’t even know you play guitar.” Now you point to the guitar placed on the support next to her bed.

“That guitar was my only contact with music these last months, I can’t really sing, but I can play.” She lowers her gaze a little. “I would sit on my bed, look Youtube videos for tutorials an play the songs I like. Bowie’s songs, mostly.”

She grabs the guitar, running her fingers mindlessly through the chords. And as you watch her, you wonder if this is the same girl you met at the record store that one day, the same girl acting like a soft bitch around you and then accusing you of being manipulative. Rika seems tough, she might look above all these things, but truth is, she’s… fragile, she’s just a girl… and… it’s almost looking in the mirror right now. She starts playing for real, and you know these accords…

“It's a God awful small affair to the girl with the mousey hair. But her mummy is yelling ‘no’ and her daddy has told her to go. But her friend is nowhere to be seen, now she walks through her sunken dream…”

She looks at you and smiles as putting more efforts in playing the song. It’s clear how much she wants to sing, but doesn’t want to detune. Like if you cared if she actually does.

“To the seats with the clearest view, and she's hooked to the silver screen. But the film is sadd'ning bore, for she's lived it ten times or more. She could spit in the eyes of fools as they ask her to focus on…”

You stop singing, nodding for he to continue. She looks at you, then at the guitar, then at you again…

“Sailors fighting in the dance hall. Oh man! Look at those cavemen go... It's the freakiest show! Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy. Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know he's in the best selling show…”

And you sing together, completely out of tune.  “Is there life on Mars?”

After the weird duet is over, you look at each other awkwardly, letting a nervous chuckle out. And though your smiles look uncomfortable, they also look sincere.

“Hey, Rika… are we friends?”

“No, we are packing, remember?” you both laugh, but you get the cue to actually go back to work.

But something else interrupts the packing. Knocks on the door, Rika tells them to come in.

“Your mom said I could come in…” oh, you actually know this voice…

It’s V.

“Then maybe she should go to rehab instead of me, since she’s clearly high on something.” V chuckles at her comment. You just… avoid his gaze and grab one of the boxes to put in the corner of her bedroom… and stay there with the box.

“It’s good to see you, MC.” He says. Shit…

“No doubt it is...” Rika sneers. “You must have came to see her, you couldn’t possibly be here because of me.”

“I’m surprised of seeing MC here, mainly because this is perfect. I… wanted to talk to both of you.”

“We don’t have anything to talk about anymore, Jihyun. But if you have something to say to her, I’ll give you guys some privacy.” Please, no.

“V, I… I don’t think there’s anything we should talk about, we…’ve done enough, don’t you think?”

“Yes, you’re right, MC. Matter of fact, I… I am apologizing to you, officially now. What happened between us… shouldn’t have happened… and wouldn’t have happened if I weren’t so tired of everything. You’re a sweet girl, very confused back then, and I was aware of the damage I could cause to Rika and to myself, but… not to you, MC. So I’m sorry…” You’re not really surprised to hear this, you look at Rika… neither is she apparently. “And… I heard you’re living, so I hope what happened between us isn’t affecting your decision…”

“Don’t think too highly of yourself, Jihyun.” Rika says in the same tone she did with you before.

“Yes, uhm… I’m leaving because I think it will be good for me.” You nod, but still don’t look at him.

“Well, I’m glad to know that…” he smiles sweetly. “You’re leaving too, huh?” he turns to Rika.

“Yes, you’re finally free, like you’ve always wanted.” She places the guitar on the bed and crosses her arms.

“All I want is you to be happy, Rika. I thought I could bring you happiness, but all I did was hurt you, I’m sincerely sorry for that. So… yes, I’m happy that you’re leaving, as long as it brings all the good things you deserve.” You notice her loosing a little from the stiffness of her crossed arms. “Anyway, I… there’s so much I want to sa to you, but… I don’t really know how, so… can I sing?”

“This isn’t a musical where you fix everything through a song, Jihyun…”

“Of course not, but… please, just one song, then I’ll disappear from your sigh forever.” She looks at him, then at you. Why the hell is she looking at you? She doesn’t advice from you now, does she?

“Fine, just one.” She rolls her eyes and obliges, V nods, clearly holding a smile. And you… should be out of here and give them some privacy…

“You can stay too, MC. I might have the right words for you too.” Oh god… doesn’t he know this is the kind of thing who started the whole problem from the beginning?

“I… I don’t think I…”

“Please, stay.” Rika holds your arm, and it should sound like an order, but she’s actually… begging. So you stay.”

“Can you lend me your guitar?” Rika nods in a serious expression at his request. “I’m a little rusty even on the bass and… I’m not as good as you, and I’m, but still…” she rolls her eyes and curls her lips.

V clears his throat and adjusts his posture.

“Velvet, I can wish you for the collar of your coat. And fortune smiling all along your way. But more I cannot wish you then to wish you find your love. Your own true love this day…”

Well, this is quite the evolution to having Robin Thicke on his car stereo…

“Standing there, gazing at you. Full of the bloom, of youth. Standing there, gazing at you with the sheepish eye and the look of the truth…”

Rika tilts her head as he struggle a little to put the notes together while trying to look at her. And though you feel like watching all of their expressions, V looks at you.

“Music, I can wish you. Merry music while you're young. And wisdom, when your hair has turned to gray. But more I cannot wish you then to wish you find your love. Your own true love this day”

Oh… that’s why he said he would have the right words for you too… V always admired your talent, but… have he heard about the situation with Saeran?

“With the sheepish eye. and the look of the truth, and the strong arms to carry you away…” he look at both of you, smiling.

You smile back. Not everything is about forgetting, some things are about forgiving.

And you wish that you and Saeran could talk like this and find some common ground like Rika and V probably will do as you left them to have an honest conversation. Rika said she would be coming later to your house to help you, but you wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t show up. You’ll start packing, getting ready to leave Korea, the band, the drama… and Saeran.

And with that, I bittersweetly announce that next week we’re having the last chapter of this fic. So stay around ;)

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[slut4mysme]

Hi!!!! I really in love with your writing!!!! OMG!!!!! Virtual hug to you!!!!! Can i request minific like rfa+saeran lost their wife MC in their anniversary night because of car accident? Like MC die on the spot? Thank you! I love u soooo much! Muah!

HELLO HELLO MY BABIESSSSSSSS~

Did you miss me? Cos I missed you all a SHIT TON. LIKE OMG. So I’m like the absolute worst because of my two-month hiatus. Honestly, guys, life has just been sucking. Welp, I’ll go more in-depth later buuuuuut I am posting once again. I want to apologize because my writing is SUPER DUPER RUSTY. So I apologize ahead of time if the ficlets suck :( BUUTTT YA GIRL IS BACK. So without further ado the request :3 It was a GREAT prompt but ya girl can only do so much with car accidents D: Leave me some comments guys, critiques anything you’d like to see me do, or anything :)

As always show ya girl some love FOLLOW/LIKE/REBLOG

Oh, and if I were you guys, I’d uh prepare your hearts for some major angst >:D

Wanna know why I was MIA????

Need a master list? I gotchu

Yoosung:

It was your first anniversary together as a married couple. Four years of having your beautiful soul in his life, Yoosung was thankful for the fateful day you staggered into the RFA chat room.

In the beginning, he didn’t think anything of it, he knew he thought he was just attached to you because you had filled Rika’s spot. The differences between you and Rika were colossal. He loved you more and more every day; he couldn’t believe his ears when you accepted his marriage proposal.

You were his and he was yours. He had finally graduated school and now he couldn’t wait to start a family together with you. He bolted out of work, excited to meet you. You guys were celebrating your first anniversary together and everything had to be perfect.

He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He grabbed a bouquet of flowers, sunflowers, your favorite. You always thought roses were super cheesy and excessive, in his opinion he thought that it was fitting to you. Like the flowers, you made his life much sweeter and brighter by simply existing.

He began walking to your rendezvous point when he spotted you. He felt his heart skip a beat and his breath lightly catch in the back of his throat. You were beautiful. Feeling his eyes on you, you glanced over at him, smiling brightly and Yoosung just melted. He felt his pace quicken, the need to have you in his arms overwhelming him.

 You quickly made your way over to him, not paying attention. That’s when it happened, a car ran a red light and smashed into you. Yoosung froze. He couldn’t register what was happening. The world was spinning and he couldn’t seem to hear anything. He was your limp body lying there on the pavement as the car sped away.

He saw blood pool near your body and that shook him back into reverie. He ran towards you, tears streaming down his face. This couldn’t be happening. It was your anniversary, the first of many. You were his happily ever after. How could this happen?

He gingerly lifted your head, his tears slowly falling on your face. There was no movement or reaction from you. Cold realization settled over him. He became hysterical, “MC? MC? Open your eyes babe. Please” he broke down sobbing.

Darkness clouded over his eyes and the next thing he knew was he woke up in a hospital bed. Seven sitting in the corner noticed the movement and quickly was at Yoosung’s side. “Hey bud, how are you feeling?” he asked tentatively.

Yoosung groaned, “I don’t know what happened dude, I just had the worst dream that MC was in a car accident.” He clutched his head and let out a breathy laugh. “Speaking of, where is she Seven?” he asked.

Seven just looked at Yoosung, heartbreaking in his eyes. The color drained from Yoosung’s face. It wasn’t a dream after all. His life was a living nightmare. Tears began running down his face once again. He didn’t know what to do, what to say, he just needed to see you, one last time. 

He walked into the solemn operation room, the hum of the machinery just clawed at his ear drums. He knew what exactly the ominous sound meant. He walked over to the bed, a silhouette was draped in white cloth. Its funny, a year ago seeing you draped in white cloth brought tears of joy to his eyes, but this white cloth was the antithesis of that.

This white cloth signified the end, happiness being wrenched from his arms. With shaky hands, he removed the cloth to see your face one last time. He couldn’t do it. First Rika and then you; he couldn’t bear to see your face. He covered your rigid cold body once more and slowly kissed your forehead. Tears streamed down his face as he made his way out. 

He walked out of the hospital into the night. He never did show up to the funeral. He didn’t think his heart could take it. You had managed to glue the pieces that Rika has shattered but how could he ever get over your death? You were his everything. He lost contact with the RFA, moving into a quiet rural area, practicing animal husbandry. He vowed that he would never fall in love again. It was much too painful and he simply couldn’t move on from you. You were his soul mate, his life partner. He just lived his life quietly and alone, waiting for the day he could meet you again.  

Jaehee:

She never really knew what her life would be without you. Honestly, everyone has a life but until the day Jaehee had met you she hadn’t really lived.

Her days previously were dull, focused on working and becoming a successful, thriving member of society. Now she looked forward to so many silly things. Waking up in the morning next to you, sharing a simple meal with you, stealing quick glances at you, your little inside jokes and so much more.

She found joy in everything that involved you. In the beginning, she was hesitant. She didn’t know if this was friendship but she knew it was something deeper. Never in her life, did she have such a connection with anyone and she was grateful that you had the patience to wait until she realized her true feelings.

She loved you. It was as simple as that. You two had tied the know two years ago and were celebrating your two year anniversary. You both didn’t like doing anything too extravagant. Just spending time with each other was more than enough.

Jaehee was lost in thought, as she walked alongside you. Admiring your beauty, she didn’t know how on earth she was able to live before. Looking back at how she used to be, she seemed so dull and serious. She was grateful having you in your life.

She heard skidding, and she saw a car barreling towards her. She froze, finding herself unable to move. “Jaehee” she heard you screech. To her surprise, she felt herself hurtle over and a sound of a crash behind her.

“No,” she thought to herself. “Please, it can’t be” She turned to see your limp body lying on the side of the road, smoke coming out of the assaulting vehicle. A whirlwind of emotions flowed through her, but she got ahold of herself. She dialed 911 and reported and accident with casualties. She then sent a mass text out to the RFA, alerting them of what happened as she sidled up to you.

You appeared to be unconscious. That’s a lie. She didn’t need to be a doctor, but she knew there would be no way you could survive with your body laying like that. She had faith though. She knew life couldn’t be so cruel. 

She felt numb as she climbed into the ambulance with your body, not responding to the EMT. She couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t feel anything. She sat in the waiting room of the hospital as the members of the RFA hurriedly shuffled in. She looked up with blank eyes, “Everyone, it seems that MC is no longer with us,” she stated as calmly as she could. She heard the boys break down in tears, holding their heads in disbelief.

Jumin walked over to her, and bent down, “Assis- Jaehee, are you alright?” She wanted to laugh, how on earth could she be all right? What an asinine thing to ask? She looked up at him incredulously ready to fight, but her eyes met with his grey irises, his heart breaking in them.

He knew she wasn’t all right, he wanted her to stop pretending that she was. Her eyes filled with tears and her body shook as she let out a cry, “It’s not fair. It’s just not fair. First father and then mother, I tried so hard to protect my heart but she wheedled herself in and now she was taken from me as well. How can life be so utterly cruel?!”

She buried her face in her hands as she felt arms around her. Everyone loved MC and it broke their hearts to see such an abundant expression of sadness from Jaehee, the stoic ex-employee of Jumin.

She held the wake for the funeral for MC at the coffee shop, she knew its what you would’ve wanted. Your family and friends showed up, everyone loved you. Jaehee smiled bitterly, it was so hard for her. She was so used to having you in her life, being the center of her joy. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She was grateful. She was happy that she had the chance to get to know you and fall in love with you. She was grateful that you showed her how to truly live. She would never forget you as long as she lived, she felt eternally indebted to you. She closed her eyes as she slowly wiped the trickling tears from her eyes, “Goodbye MC, I love you.”

Zen:

He was handsome, that was common knowledge. What Zen loved the most about you was how down to earth you were. All his previous relationships were so incredibly shallow; it’s no wonder that they ended. Actually, that’s wrong, it was destiny. They ended because he was waiting for you.

You were always there for him and so supportive. When you had mysteriously joined the RFA, he had joked about being single. Sure, you piqued his interest. He thought you’d go running when you saw how narcissistic he was, to his pleasant surprise you saw right through him. You saw that it was simply a coping mechanism, seeing that he was actually really insecure and he just “faked it until he made it”.

Zen was sure he fell in love with you in the chat room, even to him that sounded silly. How on earth could you fall for someone you’ve never even met before? He just felt such a strong connection to you he couldn’t help you. When you had shown up to his apartment, he was absolutely floored. You were just as beautiful on the outside as you were in.

He knew he was moving fast, but when you were almost kidnapped he realized that he wanted to be with you. He knew, that he had gotten it right this time. Here you were celebrating your first year together as a married couple, two years together in total.

Everyone said you two were moving too fast, but you didn’t care. Zen loved you more than anything in the world and he knew you loved him just as much. He was still so insecure; you deserved everything in the world, the absolute best. He was still climbing the ladder to fame but you never ever voiced a complaint. Was he doing a good job loving you?

He made sure that your first anniversary together would be special. He picked you up on his bike and tossed you a helmet. You grinned as you put it on and hopped on the bike behind him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He felt your warmth against his back as he revved up and drove.

He took you to your special place and you were pleased to see a blanket laid out with all your favorite foods and a bouquet of flowers. You looked up to your movie star as he bashfully laughed and lead you over to your feast. He loved this, these little moments, spending time together. He kissed you deeply as he asked you to close your eyes. You looked at him skeptically as you obeyed.

You felt him reach around you and move your hair to the side. He placed something around your neck and you opened your eyes. You held up your phone to get a better look at the necklace as you saw a simple pendant with a gold star.

He blushed, “I know it’s nothing too fancy, but when I’m a huge star I’ll get you a proper one. I just wanted to give you that so you know that no matter how famous I become, I am always your star first. ARGH, I’m being too cheesy” he said as he buried his face in his arms embarrassed.

You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, smiling as he returned it appreciatively. “Zen, unfortunately ” you said breathlessly, “I love you more than anything, don’t ever forget it please.” He was on cloud nine, as he peppered you in kisses. You both cleaned up and started to head back.

He zoomed on his motorcycle, carefully maneuvering his way through traffic when he heard a loud honk and just silence.

Zen found himself gaining consciousness in a hospital room. He smelled the stale air in the hospital and he heard Jaehee stir as she cried out, “He’s finally awake.”

He groaned as he held his head and felt bandages. His leg was in a cast and his shoulders were throbbing. He opened his eyes to see the members of the RFA in front of him, well except-

“Where is MC guys?” he asked as he clutched his head once again, “Yoosung, why are you crying I’m fine?” he exclaimed lightheartedly.

Everyone was silent for a minute and then Zen heard Jumin break the silence, “Zen, I am sorry to in, unfortunately, did not make it. You two were struck by a drunk driver and she was pronounced dead at the scene,” he said stoically.

Zen snorted, “Very funny guys, where is she? Hiding in the hallway?” He started to get up from his bed. The RFA members just looked at him solemnly as it slowly dawned on him. They weren’t joking.

That’s not possible though, there is no way you could be gone. You two were destined for each other, made for each other. How could this happen? “I need to see her,” Zen said forcefully as he abruptly stood up, pushing the members away. 

Seven blocked his path. “Zen please, she’s gone,” he pleaded with her. Zen grew aggravated, “Get out of my way,” he roared as he shoved the red-head to the side. He found Jumin standing in front of him.

“Zen, I understand you are upset but please, you need to rest, you were also badly injured.” Zen couldn’t take it anymore, he felt all of this emotions and frustrations bubble over and he punched the chairman’s son in the face. “MOVE.”

Jumin gingerly touched his lip and swiftly raised his hands to calm his bodyguards down, “Let him go, he’s grieving” 

Zen hurriedly made his way down to the reception desk, “Excuse me, can you tell me where my wife MC is?” The nurse led him over to a room, void of any light. There you lay in the middle of the room, lifeless. Your body was covered in cuts and bruises but you were still as beautiful as ever. No wonder the room was dark, lifeless, you had taken it all when you passed. Just like this room, his life would be reflected like this dull, lifeless.

There was no him without you. He felt tears stream down his face as he began to sob. Everything that he had, it was thanks to you. All of his efforts it was for you, hell he even forgave his family for you. How could he possibly go on? He went to check out of the hospital. His wounds would heal, at least the ones that he obtained from the accident. However, his heart would never heal. Zen knew you were his one.

The funeral was small and quiet, just family and members of the RFA came to show support. Zen was devoid of all emotion; you had taken his heart. He approached your open casket to say some final words when he felt his breath hitch. You were wearing the necklace he had gifted you and everything flowed out of him. He lost energy in his legs as he fell to the ground sobbing. To his surprise Seven and Jumin came to his side, squeezing his shoulder supportively. He recollected himself as he held his fingers to his lips, kissing them tenderly and placing them on your cold blue ones, “Goodbye my love, until we meet again.”  

Jumin:

“Money can’t buy happiness” When Jumin had first heard that, he simply thought it was something commoners used to say to not feel so inferior to people like him who were better off. He foolishly believed that he had everything, and then he met you.

Sure at first he had his suspicions. Would you be another one of those gold diggers that liked him for his brand and money or would you be like his mother and break his heart. You see, he had very little faith in women. His stoic nature was a product of his upbringing; he couldn’t exactly help it.

Yet you understood him at a deeper level than anyone else had. When he lost his mind when Elizabeth the 3rd went missing you were there for him, you understood him and the pain he felt, the loneliness he felt, the fear he had of giving himself to someone just to have them break his heart. You accepted all of that and in turn loved him, the man he is today is all thanks to you.

For once in his life Jumin Han, could say he was actually happy. He had a beautiful wife that gave him everything, including a family. You two had gotten married pretty quickly and when you told him you were expecting twins he was ecstatic but terrified. He wanted to be an amazing father, fill the voids he felt when he was younger and you assured him that he would be amazing. Not only that but he wouldn’t be alone, Jumin had finally found a home.

You had been married for five years now; life was amazing. Jumin woke up every day with a smile. You had given birth to your youngest son two years ago and life was blossoming. Jumin felt blessed every day to wake up next to you. Sure your Elizabeth, your two sons, and daughter sprawled across your bed ruined the mood a tad, but he loved every second of his life.

Seeing you tackle being a mother to all three of his kids and be the poised collected wife of the C&R Heir, he was awestruck at how you managed to do it all. Every day he found himself falling deeper in love with you. 

Because it was your five-year anniversary, Jumin had made sure to have his father watch his children. He needed time with you alone and he loved his kids but this was his day with you. Money was never an issue with Jumin, but he knew you hated all the extravagant presents. So he took you to a suite in a hotel and made you dinner. Candles and all, the table filled with your favorite foods. 

He loved it because to him, the little things were what made your bond stronger. He rested his head in your lap and you just enjoyed each other’s company. Sure it wasn’t lavish and expensive but this was exactly how you two loved it.

Jumin abruptly sat up and turned to you, “MC, if you would please be honest with me my love. Have I done a good job as a husband, loving you, caring for you?” 

You grabbed the poor man’s face and hugged him tightly, reassuring him that yes, you were the luckiest girl in the entire world.

Jumin closed his eyes and breathed in your scent, his heart pounding, tears threatening to fall. It’s odd, everyone teased him for being robotic and stoic, but you stirred all types of emotions in him. 

It was getting late and you two knew that the Chairman had probably had his fill of his grandchildren. You two made your way down the stairs and settled next to each other in the car, cozying up to one another. The driver started up the car and made its way down a busy intersection when your vehicle was stuck.

Jumin felt his body fly forward as he lost his grip on you. He awoke outside the vehicle, lying on the cold hard ground. He groaned as he grabbed his head in agony, his skull was throbbing. He heard sirens in the distance and he looked around and finally spotted you.

He made his way over to you, but he knew. You had not made it. Not with your body at that angle. He clutched your lifeless body and sobs escaped him. He cried out your name over and over again. Screaming. “Please god, I’ll do anything, please don’t take her. She is the only thing I have ever truly wanted, PLEASE”. 

He cried out, but it was futile. You had left him. What was he going to do? How was he going to survive? You were his everything, his only reason to live, you understood him like no other. What was he going to do, oh mc? He let out another loud cry.

The funeral was painful. The magnitude of despair in his eyes was enormous. He took one last look at you. Hair, that you changed every day, always making you beautiful not matter how it was styled. Your eyes, that captivated him, the mischievous glint, how they sparkled when you smiled. Your smile, that gave him warmth and solace. Your arms which embraced him, finally giving himself a home after all these years of being alone. He couldn’t, he didn’t want to go back to the cold loneliness he felt before, the abyss of darkness he felt of being devoid of any emotions.

He turned; he was going to let Assistant Kang know that he was going to pour himself into work. Not to be bothered, he couldn’t deal with emotions they were too troublesome. He saw his three children, your three kids, in the arms of the RFA.

You hadn’t left him alone after all. He broke down once again as he embraced his children. How could he forget? How could he abandon them?

Emotions weren’t troublesome. After all, all three of your children were born from the love you two had. He wouldn’t regret a second, not one moment of him being with you. He wanted it all, the good, the bad, the heart-wrenching.

He kissed your forehead for the last time, “Thank you, my love, for everything you have done and everything you have given me. Words can’t begin to explain how much I love you, but just know that I do. Don’t worry, I will take care of the kids properly and love them just as much as I love you. Wait for me my love, for I will be forever yours.”

Saeyoung:

He didn’t deserve you. Seven knew that he knew it better than anyone in the world. The problem was he was madly in love with you. From the second he had laid his eyes on you on the security camera, he knew he was in trouble.

He also knew that he was no good for you. But the more you two talked the deeper he fell for you. You were perfect for him; he wanted you. This was him though; he didn’t get a happy ending. He was sentenced to a life of misery.

He pushed you away; it hurt him more than it hurt you. You, however, were as stubborn as ever and he was happy you were. Every step he took back from you, you took ten forward. He didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted you to be happy and safe, even if that meant that he had to be mean to you and show you better options.

He couldn’t do it though. At the end of the day, he loved you, more than anything in the world. To his disbelief, you loved him too. After the whole debacle with Mint eye and his brother, you two could finally be together.

Everyday Seven had to pinch himself, to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Surely there wasn’t a catch, right? There was no way he could be this happy without any catch? There wasn’t though, it was simple you loved him and he loved you. 

You had gotten married after a year and were celebrating your two-year anniversary. He couldn’t believe it, he had spent two years with you as his beloved. To be with him through sickness and in health, through good and bad, he would do it all as long as it meant you would be by his side.

It was your two-year anniversary but he planned to do the same thing every year. He packed up a fulfilling lunch of HBC and Ph.D. pepper and you two hopped into one of his babies and made your way to the countryside. Stargazing was your favorite pastime, sure you weren’t able to get married at the space station, but you would take a look at the stars every anniversary.

You lay on the blanket giggling gazing at the stars, as Saeyoung looked at you. You were so beautiful; he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to find someone as amazing as you in his life. You were there for him when things were rough and he was so lucky. He felt his eyes fill with tears and drops trickle down. “Fuck,” he cursed.

You looked over at him, worried at his sudden sadness, “Saeyoung, what’s wrong babe?”

He pulled you into a tight embrace and kissed you. “Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong as long as you are going to be with me forever.”

You giggled as you wiped the tears from your redhead’s face. “I plan on being here forever mister, so don’t try to get rid of my any time soon,” you joked. He laughed as he grabbed you to cuddle. 

It was nearly dawn; you two began packing your stuff to get ready to head back. In the distance, Seven saw a vehicle, which struck him as odd since this area was extremely deserted. He saw the vehicle zoom closer and recognized it, as someone from another intelligence agency.

He yelled at you to get down, as he sprinted towards you. It was too late, you turned and he saw the confusion etched on your face as your body was thrown into the air. You hit the ground with a sickening thud. He pulled out a gun from his car but it was too late, the perpetrator had gotten away.

He sprinted to your limp body, praying with everything he had, that you were ok. That God was not so cruel to take you from him. He pleaded, bargained, begged him, saying that he would leave your life forever, that he should take him instead of you.

It was too cruel. He was the target, why had they come after you. Why did this happen to everyone he loved? Was he cursed? Damned to roam this planet, forbidden to get close to anyone or anything. Please God, if you’re there, don’t take her away from me. She is all I have ever wanted. I will do anything, anything you want me to JUST PLEASE DON’T DO THIS. 

He sobbed ad he lifted your lifeless body into the car. He saw a tiny box wrapped up sitting on the passenger seat, which belonged to you. He opened the box carefully, wondering what on earth you could have gotten him.

He held the note and read it in disbelief, “Dearest Saeyoung, now my love you can make all the stupid dad jokes you want. I love you.”

His hands shook as he held up the positive pregnancy test. Tears flowed out of his eyes as he screamed. You were pregnant. How could the world be so cruel?

He cried and punched his seat until his throat was raw and his fist were bloody. There was only one emotion running through him now. He drove back to his house, contacted the RFA and held a small funeral; halfway through he disappeared, he couldn’t take it.  God damn it MC, I told you, I told you I was no good. Sure I would be heartbroken, but I’d rather that than have you dead. 

He went off the grid; his bloodlust was the only thing that he felt. He didn’t stop, he hunted day and night for the people who did this, for the people that took away his one source of happiness; the people who robbed him his wife and child.

Vengeance was the only thing that was on his mind. He finally found the perpetrators and exterminated them. He felt nothing; he had accomplished the final thing he had to do. MC, I can’t do it. I can’t live without you or our baby. I’ll see you soon.

He lifted the gun and held it to his head; he wasn’t scared. He was going to see you, and finally be happy. With a pull of the trigger, he made the ultimate profession of love for you.

Saeran:

He never said, “I love you” to you. Which seeing that you two had been married for a year, seems odd. Sure he felt it and you conveyed it verbally more times than he could count.

He did love you. He didn’t know why he couldn’t say it. It was your one year anniversary and Saeran was determined to say it to you today.

He chalked it up to nerves but honestly. Saeran had no idea why you were with him. You were beautiful, smart, kind and patient. It seemed that everyone in the RFA loved you, but you wanted to be with him. Was it because you felt bad for him? Did you pity him?

As pathetic as it was, even if that were the case, Saeran would take it. You made every day bearable. He loved how warm your embrace was. How your eyes seemed to light up when you spotted him in the crowd. How you always did all the talking but always remembered the little things he would say. He loved you. It was as simple as that.

Being with him wasn’t a walk in the park. Sure he had gotten better but you had been with him for five years. It took him four years to open up to you and even then he couldn’t say those three stupid words. He knew, that you knew how he felt. It was nice to hear it though, just like how his heart swooned every time you told him, he wanted you to melt as well.

He began walking over to your usual ice cream parlor for your annual date when he spotted you outside. He groaned inwardly, how was it possible for you to be this cute? You turned and spotted him, lighting up immediately, and he felt the heat rise to his face.

You excitedly grabbed his hand as you grabbed your ice cream and made your way to the park to cloud watch. You were happily chatting away as Saeran began feeling down. You deserved everything in the world, someone to tell you that he loves you every second of the day, someone affectionate and kind, someone that was the complete opposite of him.

He felt a pang in his chest. Maybe you deserved better, maybe he should let you be happy. Was he holding you back? He dropped your hand and began walking the other way 

“Wha- Saeran? Where are you going?” you called as you chased after him.

“I can’t do this. I need to go home. We need space,” he said as he began crossing the street.

“Saeran, a break? I love you! What do yo-” you were interrupted by a loud honking sound as you were flung into the air.

Saeran hearing the commotion, turned around only to see you sprawled on the ground. He broke out into a run, his feet pounding the pavement. No. NO. NO. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You deserved better. He was giving you a shot to be better. You were right behind him how did this happen. He shouldn’t have turned around.

He finally made his way to your body, as he lifted you onto his lap. His hands were wet and matted with blood, he let out a sob, “No, MC, babe I’m sorry you can’t leave me. I’m sorry please, say something anything please.”

Tears began flowing down his face. He called and ambulance and then his brother, “Saeyoung, I don’t know what happened she was right behind me and now she’s bleeding, please oh god.”

He broke down crying hysterically. He couldn’t do this. He had never loved anyone like you. He never wanted to love anyone else but you. He heard you groan, “Sae- Saeran? Don’t cry love, I’ll be fine.”

His body shook, even now you were tending to him. He cried, tears flowing freely down his face, a siren in the distance alerted him that help was near. He saw your eyes flutter lightly, “Hey no, no. MC stay with me. I love you. You hear me you idiot, I love you so you can’t leave me ever.”Your eyes fluttered, the ghost of a smile played on your face, “You finally said it… I love you too Saeran. I lo-” and with that, your head lolled to the side. He kissed you, saying “I love you” chanting it like a mantra that could possibly bring you back to life. 

He watched as the EMT’s lifted your lifeless body into the ambulance. They pronounced you dead at the scene. He saw his brother and broke down in his embrace. Why didn’t I tell her that I loved her sooner? Why didn’t I tell her I loved her every second of every day? Why is life so cruel?

He couldn’t even attend the funeral. He saw your face and locked himself in the bathroom to cry. He spent his days at your grave, and he spent his nights awake, often crying himself to sleep, just to repeat the cycle the next day. He loved you more than anything in the world and he couldn’t believe you were gone. He didn’t know what to do without you. He was empty. The only thing he seemed to be able to say was, “I love you MC”. If only I had been able to say it to you before it was too late.

WOW. Holy shit this was a loooooong one and hella depressing. OMG, I like low-key cried a few times while writing this. Worse because I played this song on a loop while I wrote this D:  be warned kiddies. But um hello? Who is amazing for reading this long ass ficlet, that is a bit rusty because of this ol’ writer, YEAH DAS RIGHT YOU BABY GORILLA Just a friendly PSA- so just like in the fic, driving can be super dangerous. Please make sure that you all drive safely and responsibly because it’s not only your life that can be affected. Let me know which fic broke your heart the most >:D As always I love you guys

[wishing-and-writing]

Mystic Messenger roleplay accs

On the website Quotev, I muse quite a few MM characters and am always happy to roleplay there, since I’m more active than on tumblr. If you’re interested, here are the links.

Extremely active Saeran/Ray account, solid interp

Mostly inactive Saeyoung account, solid interp (although I’m a little rusty) it is currently a Mafia!Saeyoung account, but I do normal Seven as well

New semi-active Rika account, working on an interp

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            ❝su jin-sshi, do you believe in REDEMPTION? ❞

            perhaps in ANOTHER life, in another time such a feat can be considered POSSIBLE. but as the fallen angel painted such hopeless words, DESPAIR remains hidden in between soft pauses. lime green hues averts away, head quickly shaking in DISMISSAL; ( as if she had long GIVEN UP such impossible feat ). 

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