#late night saeyoung drabbles

[teefndribz]

The ocean mirrors the sky.

Choi saeyoung x reader/707 x reader

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AN// this is a completely self indulgent drabble. But what if mc(reader) was obssesed with marine biology/the ocean (and was a marine biologist... Cough.. this is so self indulgent......). And she decided to ask 707 to go camping (on a boat) with her to go see bioluminescent algae and/or jellyfish. The song I linked is the song I listened to while writing this +_+

Category: tooth rotting fluff

Cw/tw: light teasing/banter ?? No usage of y/n! 1 use of the word 'kinky'

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If Saeyoung had known he was going to see the most beautiful sight in the world that night, he would have brought a better camera.

"Babe, i want to surprise you with something, can I lead you somewhere with a blindfold?"

Saeyoung had raised his brows to this, and you could feel your eyes roll in their sockets.

"I can already hear what you are thinking and NO it's not that kind of surprise." He mocked a shocked expression.

"when did you learn to read minds ?? !" He flapped his hands around, looking like a total idiot (of course) and then he settled into a more genuine stance.

"silly, of course you can surprise me." His tone endearing.

He had been blindfolded for the past 2 hours after packing his bag as instructed and handing them over to you. You had mistakenly committed too early on and tripped yourselves to the car afterwards. Now, his sneakers crunched in the sand with every step he took. And then they didn't, he assumed there was a dock under his feet. He could hear waves crashing, and seagulls. Why were you at the beach so late into the night?

Saeyoung was no stranger to your fascination and connection to the ocean. As a marine biologist, you spent most of your time with tasks related to it. In a significant amount of ways, you two reflected each other. Your love for the sea was a reflection of how he was with outer space- he adored the stars, the moon, and astrology as a whole. He would listen to you infodump for hours about the sea though, it never got boring, mainly because it was you.

He wasn't very surprised to be on a boat right now, still blind folded. He was holding on to you as you navigated it further out to sea. Would you be spending the night out there? It wouldn't have been your first night at sea together. The two of you had spent many nights, stargazing or holed up in the cabin on 'camping' trips. Sometimes for work, sometimes for fun. He used to get really sea sick but after so many trips, it's gotten better.

You squeezed his hand, and kissed him, soft and quick.

"almost there."

"where? Mexico? " He mused.

(You were on the other side of the world)

"no, that will be another trip."

"ooooh blindfolding me on a boat? Babe I didn't know you were so kinky."

You pinched his cheek, and pulled at him a bit.

"sure thing, I'll make sure to gag you so you can't speak either." He shut up real quick, drawing his fingers across his lips like it was a zipper. You giggled, and god, he swore he could hear the sun in your laughter.

The boat slowed, and the engine stopped, still continuing to sway gently on the water.

"okokokook" you squealed, he could hear your hands flap up and down in excitement briefly. Tugging him with you out to the edge of the boat, you carefully untied his blindfold,, making sure he kept his eyes closed after so you could put his glasses on for him. You had poked him in the eye and he had to adjust them while laughing, but soon enough they were on.

"ok..... Three... Twwoooo... One!! Open!" He opened his eyes, and they adjusted to being able to see again. Once everything was set, he caught sight of your face. You were shining in the moonlight and the..... The ocean was glowing?

He had heard about this from you before, even saw pictures, but nothing could capture how enchanting it was to see the ocean glow with life. Blue algae lit up the water, and he leaned against the railing looking out at the water. You stared at him with glee, before turning to the sea yourself.

"sooo..?" You said.

"...I... My god.... This is beautiful. I-" Saeyoung was at a loss for words, his eyes captured by the sight surrounding them. For once, he wasn't looking up. Or away, or at a screen. He was looking out. He could smell the saltwater, and he could hear the calm of the sea. The gentle rolling of the waves. He felt a cool breeze against his face.

You were enraptured with the wonder in his eyes. Like you could forget, you scanned every part of the sight next to you that was your boyfriend as if in hopes to memorize all of him.

"babe this is so freaking awesome, how-" he turned to you, and silence struck him. You were looking at him with a pure look of love on your face. He smiled, his face warming slightly.

"do you like it, Saeyoung?" You blinked slowly, your lips turned in a small, sweet smile.

He interlocked his fingers with yours, and tilted his head, taking in your big doe eyes and soft skin.

"I love it." He wasn't talking about the surprise, about the bioluminescent algae in the water, about the stars in the night sky—he was talking about you. You, illuminated by millions, trillions, of glowing microorganisms and moonlight. You, sweet and thoughtful. You, an excellent swimmer, and an even more excellent kisser. You. You. Just you. With a portrait of the stars, and the ocean behind you.

And maybe he should kiss you. And maybe he did. A lot. And maybe you danced to the quiet of the night.

Now, with coffee in your hands, and your lipstick smeared, a blanket over your shoulders. He knew that the best camera in the world wouldn't be able to capture the heaven he was witnessing.

[brighteststar707]

I was digging through my drafts last night and found this drabble from sometime last year. It's a little reset theory idea I was playing around with that ended with me writing the 'Tell Me A Story' short. I was inspired at the time by both Hadestown (the cyclical nature of the tragedy) and the Howl's moving castle film (when Sophie meets Howl in the past and asks her to wait for him).

I'm not sure if I'll ever flesh out this idea entirely so I thought I'd release this (unedited!) instead of leaving it to gather dust in my folder.

You already know how it ends. You’ve walked down this road so many times before.

A few months ago, you held Saeyoung in your arms as he drifted off to sleep. Usually you’re the one to fall asleep first. He always teases you about it. Tonight, though, you want to be awake for as long as possible.

You gently caress his head and whisper against his skin “Wait for me.”

As you feel the darkness wrap around you, heavier than sleep, you wonder if he heard you. If, somewhere in his dreams, he hears your voice echoing. Wait for me.

What a cruel request. If only you were selfless enough to let him forget you.

But you’re not. Which is why, tonight, you find yourself out late at night, staring at your phone screen waiting for it to hit midnight. When you close your eyes, you can still see the lock screen image flashing at you. The numbers, stubbornly stuck at 11:58PM.

Tonight, it’s cold.  It’s been a while since you’ve experienced a winter here. Last time, you managed to spend a full year with him, August to August. Ironically, your least favourite time of year. Your memories are full of unforgiving heat. Nights where you pulled him outside with you, filled with a giddy childlike joy.

You have to work to keep the memories of each trip separate. To not let them bleed together. They all differ from each other slightly. The time of year, the persona you wore. The only thing that remained the same was the ending.

Finally, you feel your phone buzz with a message.

Unknown: …Hello…?

And finally, it begins. There’s always something magical about your first conversation with everyone.

You step into the apartment and resist the urge to look up at the security camera you know is pointed at you. Then, you turn around and give it a big smile and wave anyway. You imagine him watching you from his dark desk. Does he feel a small spark of recognition? Does he hear your voice, as if from a dream, begging him to wait for you?

You’re antsy. Desperate, even.

The first time he calls you, the air is electric. It’s like your whole being has been waiting to hear him again. You feel a warmth spreading through your fingertips.

You have to act startled, like a stranger. You shouldn’t make him suspicious.

Shouldn’t.

To pass the time, you let yourself imagine doing all the things you shouldn’t be doing.

In your dreams, you leave the apartment and go to his house. You’ve picked up enough Arabic to get past the security system (sometimes, in your more self-indulgent fantasies, it recognizes you and lets you in without a fuss; we’ve been waiting for you). All the lights are off, you find him sitting at his desk.

He turns around (he was expecting Vanderwood). You grab him by the shoulders and make him look at your face. You look into his eyes and will him to remember.

Sometimes he remembers. His expression softens into a smile and he holds you in his arms. He kisses every part of your face and tells you that he’s missed you.

In the more realistic fantasy, the Saeyoung you find is guarded. He is hostile and scared. He doesn’t know how to hope yet. You beg him to remember, recount memories of days together. tell him stories of two people so deeply in love that they’d cross time over and over again to be together. 

He doesn’t believe you, and you already feel your heart shatter.

“You’re telling me stories. Fairy tales.”

“They’re memories. Yours and mine.”

Then it stops.  

[gureishi]

You’ve been told before that you’re not so easy to love.

February is the hardest: shortest, sharpest, coldest. You’re tired all the time these days, but the breathlessness takes you by surprise: numb fingers, shallow breath, stinging eyes.

You don’t always know when it’s coming, but he does. He’s a good listener and a better watcher and he’s never seen under someone’s skin the way he does yours.

“Hey,” Saeyoung says, fingers finding your jaw and turning your face from the computer screen that’s burning a hole in your heart. “It’s time to run.”

Oh, but you want him to lay you down and leave you alone—you want to shut it all out till it’s over. 

“Can’t,” you say. You brush his hands away but he waits at your side, running a hand through his hair the way he does when he wishes he could make you better. He can fix everything in this house except for you. 

“No,” he says. “You’re wrong.” You want to turn away but his jaw is set and you already know he’s going to win. You’re barefoot and still in pajamas but he tugs you from your chair and steadies you at his side.

And then you run.

You run together: down the hall—through the living room—out onto grass that’s covered in ice crystals. Afternoon air floods your empty lungs.

“Oh,” you gasp. “My god.” The winter wind shocks your system. You sprint across the yard and at long last he lifts you, laughing when he hears your heart start beating properly.

“Sorry,” you pant, wanting to apologize for a lifetime of heaviness. “I shouldn’t—you are—”

“No,” he says. “You are.” He kisses you and you can feel your fingers again.

February is the hardest, but he won’t let you wither away the way you want to.

Loving you isn’t easy, but he holds you like you’re light as air.

[moonfireflight]

Nobody:

Me: Saeyoung Choi deserves so much love, a chance to feel hopeful, tender touches, being held, a shoulder to cry on, restful nights and peaceful mornings, reminders of his worth as a person, good friends, laughter, joy, understanding, soft snuggles, inside jokes, holiday

[cafedanslanuit]

Legend

♡   —   personal favourites

☆   —   fan favourites

♠   —   nsfw

♫   —   includes songs

Headcanons

RFA + Saeran - Dirty Dancing  ♫ ♡

RFA + Saeran - MC wants to have her own business

RFA - MC is ten years older than them ♡

RFA - What goes through their mind when they’re cuddling? ☆

RFA + Vanderwood - Having a rebellious kid ♡

RFA - MC can’t sleep unless with them

RFA - A bubbly MC makes self-deprecating jokes as a coping mechanism ♡

RFA - MC that is bubbly, confident and never afraid to stand up for someone

Yoosung dragging MC back to bed because it’s raining

RFA + V - MC blasts music when she’s upset ♫

RFA + V + Saeran - MC with a passion for anime and drawing

RFA + V + Saeran - MC with a major in fashion

RFA + Saeran - Quarantine edition ♡

RFA + V + Saeran + Obey Me! brothers on a trip to the beach ♡ ☆

RFA - MC with a hand fetish

MC has Jumin trying commoner food

Zen + Jumin + Saeyoung - MC is selfconscious about being chubby and they make her feel better  ♠ ♡

Jumin comforts MC about a guy who is texting her constantly and making her upset

RFA reacts to a MC that is called Elizabeth

RFA + V + Saeran - As Les Misérables songs  ♫ ♡

Saeyoung messes with Yoosung’s phone to help him out

Saeyoung x MC - MC makes her own music

Latina!MC and Jumin get stuck with MC’s latino parents during quarantine ♡

RFA + Saeran - MC gets her wisdom teeth out ♡ ☆

RFA + V + Saeran - MC has a bad coping mechanism of punching her thighs (tw!)

Domestic Texts Series: Zen & MC || Saeran & MC ♡

RFA - MC is obsessed with Elizabeth the 3rd

RFA + V + Saeran with a MC that likes going to protests

RFA - MC grew up in really bad poverty

RFA + V + Saeran - They find out MC is only eighteen after everything that happened during their routes ☆

RFA - How do they calm MC when she’s anxious?

RFA - MC has dyslexia

RFA - MC with chronic pain

Royal AUs with Jumin, Zen and Yoosung

Love Language Event with Yoosung, Zen, Jumin, Saeyoung, Saeran and V

Happy New Year Event with Saeyoung, Saeran, Zen, V and Yoosung

Thirst Asks [+18]

[All Asks]

[Jumin] [Jihyun] [Yoosung]

Fanfiction

Mystic Messenger as failed love stories  ♡

reminiscing about the characters and your failed love stories in an alternate universe

You get me ♡

What happens when you’ve finally found your prince charming, but he doesn’t seem to fit in your life anymore?

Bet you can’t leave me

Mystic Messenger Week 2020. “The first time she threatened to leave me, I felt like I was dying.”

Who are you?

Drabble prompt - Zen always sought recognition for his work. Lately, he’s been using other resource to achieve his goals.

Dance with me

Latina!MC tries to teach Zen to dance bachata.

Jealousy [Kinktober 2020 - Day 2] ♠

When Zen agreed to be MC's plus one at a fancy party, he never expected she would lock them both inside a bathroom in a fit of jealousy. The hunger in her eyes could only indicate she was about to remind him who he was with.

A plan gone wrong [Mysme Angst Week - Day 1]

You convinced Zen to stage a fake coffee date in order to give Jumin, your fiancé, a wake up call about how much he had been ignoring you lately. However, things don't go as planned.

i could buy you anything but i cannot buy you  ♠ ♡

[kinktober 2021 - day fifteen: body worship] Zen had always had the need to be in control for a lot of years. (...) His guard may not be up as much as it did back then, but to this day Zen still takes a second look at any situation he’s in. He can’t let anything drive him away from his acting career so he always has to give his best and not take anything for granted.

You get me  ♡

What happens when you’ve finally found your prince charming, but he doesn’t seem to fit in your life anymore?

I always wanted to marry rich

Jumin Han stood with his hand holding the doorknob, not believing what he had just heard. There was no way this was happening. Not days before his wedding. Not only that, days before he married who he thought was the love of his life. The one who he thought he could trust, the one that didn’t ask for anything but his love and attention.

Home

You are staying at Jaehee’s after Jumin did something that made you really angry. While staying there, you start feeling sick and end up at the hospital. What you first thought was nothing to worry about, quickly turns into a nightmare that could change your relationship.

Sweet Creature  ♫ ♡

Jumin gets stuck in another country away from his wife due to the pandemic. He’s been having trouble falling asleep, so MC decides to tell him a bedtime story. A simple request ends up making Jumin open up about a small insecurity he had over his wife and his best friend.

If I could tell him  ♫

Request: “can i request a jumin fic where MC has a crush on jumin but is very shy and so ends up talking with the other members more and then jumin confronts her about it and she accidentally confesses/he confesses.”

Animal I Have Become  ♫

500 followers event. “So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe it’s not the real me.”

Young God ♫  ♠

500 followers event. “He says: “Oh, baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges. I’m the king of everything, you know my tongue is a weapon. There’s a line on the clock that’s separating your thighs, if you wanna go to Heaven you should fuck me tonight.”

Crowded Room  ♫ ♡ ☆

500 followers event. “Baby, it’s just me and you, just us two, even in a crowded room, baby it’s just me and you” - [SMAU Epilogue]

Dear Jumin ♡ ☆

What if after all the events that happened during Jumin’s route, he didn’t fall in love with MC?

A new life

When MC gets into a car accident, Jumin ends up with her medical records. He never thought he would find out about what happened to his wife six years ago.

You see me in my room, wish you were here right now [Kinktober 2020 - Day 12] ♠ ☆

Jumin Han clicks on a pop-up ad and gets stuck into a cam girl website. As he waits for someone to come to his penthouse and fix his laptop, he can't help but notice a young woman giggling as she read through he comment section. From that moment on, he's hooked. And he can't wait to see more of her.

Sometimes I think about Elizabeth [Mysme Angst Week - Day 3]

Jumin tries to deal with the grief of losing Elizabeth the 3rd.

A late night conversation

A late night conversation with Jumin takes another turn into a much better scenario. [Fix-it fic for Jumin's DLC. Set on Episode 3]

Seven Minutes in Heaven - Holidays Edition  ♠

You’re home for the holidays and your friends invite you to a party. After a couple of drinks, one of them proposes playing seven minutes in heaven and makes everyone at the party leave an item of theirs in a small basket. When it’s finally your turn, you walk over and inspect the items before choosing the one that will decide your fate for the night.

A day off

For @/mysme-rbb event! You convince Jumin to take a small trip to the theme park. Taking into consideration it was the first time either of you had stepped foot in a place like that, it went exactly like expected.

you know i’m just a flight away (if you wanted you could take a private plane) ♠ ♡ ☆

[kinktober 2021 - day five: sex tape] Knowing Jumin is about to leave on yet another work trip, you suggest recording something for him to see while away. A little souvenir so he doesn't miss you too much- but now he's not sure he wants to leave at all.

Superstar  ♫

500 followers event. “Before I met you, I pushed them all away / Soon as I kissed you, I wanted you to stay.”

What you always wanted

Mystic Messenger Week 2020. As MC’s anniversary with Saeyoung is approaching, she asks her friends of the RFA for advice on what present is the best one. After several recommendations, she decides on what she should give him. Her only hope is that he’ll be happy with her choice.

The Ghost Of You   ♡   [ Vietnamese translation ]

A love story between a man with a mysterious job and a nurse during the Second World War. “And all the things that you never ever told me and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home, never coming home.”

Loving You ☆

Drabble Prompt. “I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.” - John Keats

Discoveries [Kinktober 2020 - Day 27] ♠

After you find a transparent light blue dildo hidden in Saeyoung's room, the question hangs in the air. Why not trying it out together?

Lost on you [Mysme Angst Week - Day 2]

A discussion about how to handle Saeran's recovery turns into the worst fight Saeyoung and MC have ever had. Both of them bring back past memories that should have never been talked about, in a desperate try to prove their point, not noticing how much they're tearing their relationship apart.

Just like him [Mysme Angst Week - Day 7]

No one teaches you how to grief. Sometimes you just do whatever it helps the pain go away.

give me the stars

For @/gureishi’s event. A small piece to celebrate Saeyoung’s birthday. A late-night escapade for two young lovers.

Wildest Dreams  ♫ ♡

500 followers event. Slightly NSFW. “He says no one has to know what we do, his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.”

Seven Minutes in Heaven - Holidays Edition ♠

You’re home for the holidays and your friends invite you to a party. After a couple of drinks, one of them proposes playing seven minutes in heaven and makes everyone at the party leave an item of theirs in a small basket. When it’s finally your turn, you walk over and inspect the items before choosing the one that will decide your fate for the night.

Beautiful  ♡

Jihyun has a couple of burn scars on his torso after the fire that took his mother’s life. You make sure you know he loves every part of him.

Wait for me

When the pandemic starts, MC gets stuck in another country, away from Saeran who was just starting his recovery. She tries to work a system with him so they can feel close even when they’re kilometres apart.

How ♫

500 followers event. “I’m asking for your help, I am going through hell, afraid nothing can save me but the sound of your voice.”

Vanilla ♠ ♡ ☆

NSFW. Saeran’s favourite place was between MC’s legs.

Apricity

Drabble Prompt. He never understood the reason behind this change (...). All he knew was that when winter came, he would start feeling tired out of nowhere and he would lose his appetite.

Gardening

Drabble Prompt. In which Saeyoung and MC break one of Saeran’s pot and they try to cover it up before he gets home.

All I’ve Ever Known  ♡ ☆

Drabble Prompt. Saeran has some doubts before his wedding. Thankfully, you’re there to send all his worries away.

Not to be able to love

Drabble Prompt. He wants to love her, he does. But when you’ve been through that much, it gets hard to love and not need.

Four Seasons (15 chapters)  ♠ ♡

Saeran’s After Ending. Saeran has finally found MC and is ectasic to finally be able to enjoy the good ending his tumultous life has reached. But with Saeyoung still missing and Mint Eye around, his happiness may have to wait a little more. Was love really capable to win against his inner demons or will he have to learn to fight for himself?

In another life [Mysme Angst Week - Day 4]

When MC knows her time is coming, she promises Saeran she will do whatever it takes to find him in another life. The only mistake was that she didn't expect to find him like that.

Our time

Saeran is saying his goodbyes but this time, you decide not to let him go. || Fix-it fic for Saeran's After Ending

even in the dark

For @/gureishi’s event. A small piece to celebrate Saeran’s birthday. Some days are better than others. But the people who love us stay through it all.

[amysteriousmessenger]

‘Alone’ - Jumin Han Drabble

This is my second slightly belated piece for @mysme-rbb​ and for this I was partnered with @aniskul to write a piece for Jumin!! They were very lovely to work with and always super kind and understanding, please look at how much detail went into their artwork and be sure to check out their account!! <3 <3 

- Art by @aniskul​ and the writing is by me!

Jumin stood with Elizabeth the 3rd in his arms, pressed against his chest soundly asleep. She was oblivious to the dark, stormy weather of that night. He wasn’t quite sure what spurred the thought on, but he thought of Rika and how she had vanished from this world, and as he watched his small cat wriggle in his arms, he realised that she, too, would one day leave him. Jumin had thought that he would be fine on his own, he had been before he had Elizabeth the 3rd, so surely, he would be fine after her. Surely.

He pondered his life without Elizabeth the 3rd, the loss of her. How he would have no one to greet in the morning, no one to talk to in his penthouse, no one to greet when he came home. The emptiness of it. The loneliness. Was he lonely? Jumin had never really considered himself as lonely, but he knew how alone he would feel if he no longer had Elisabeth the 3rd.

He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to seek out a ‘partner’ for Elizabeth the 3rd, but it had been a rigorous process. He had spent several weeks researching and interviewing different candidates but struggled to find a male cat that would be good enough for her. He had even had Jaehee working overtime to help him accomplish the task. When he had eventually settled on a father, he had also been a purebred white Persian male with a calm, sweet temperament by the name of Biscuit. Jumin wasn’t entirely sure what he thought of the name, since it seemed rather inelegant for a cat so handsome, but Saeyoung had seemed to enjoy the comedy of it when Jumin spoke of his intentions in the chat. Of course, Saeyoung had also begged Jumin to let him adopt one of Elizabeth the 3rd’s kittens and had been met with a resounding ‘Absolutely not.’ He could never subject a poor kitten to such torture, especially one of Elizabeth the 3rd’s beautiful, perfect children.

Jumin sighed, as a small paw batted at his cheek. It took him a short few moments to figure out why he wasn’t in his bed before the soft cries met his hears once again and he was suddenly wide awake. Elizabeth the 3rd was in labour, she had curled up on the bed next to him and cried in complaints at him. He had employed an entire team of veterinary staff to ensure that her entire pregnancy had gone well, because he wouldn’t put her at any more risk than what was necessary, but she had started delivering almost a week before she was expected to and Jumin had been forced to clear out his entire schedule in order to be with her. He also called the slightly disgruntled medical team out of their homes to be at his penthouse within the hour.

It had been quite a lengthy ordeal, spanning the entire night and consisted of Jumin rarely letting Elizabeth leave his sight while the medical team monitored her vitals. While Zen had claimed it was rather dramatic of him to hire people to monitor her birth when she was ‘just a cat’, Jumin had no real idea of how to help her. He, himself, had no prior experience with cats before he had been gifted Elizabeth, and he had no intentions of replacing the role of a trained professional when it came to helping her.

But by morning, Elizabeth the 3rd had delivered five very small, white kittens. She was well and was already being a very good mother to her new-borns, as Jumin knew she would be, since she was so naturally gifted at everything she set her heart out to do. They were feeding well and he had already chosen their names as Athena, Victoria, Icarus, Edward and, finally, Elizabeth the 4th. They were perfect images of their mother and, for a while, filled that void that had been unknowingly forming in Jumin’s chest.

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Jumin sighed, closing his front door. It had been an unusually long day. He took his suit jacket off and placed it onto his couch, announcing to Elizabeth the 3rd that he was home. He was met with a singular long meow from her, and several smaller squeaks from her kittens. The kittens had their own room during the day, even though it pained Jumin to keep them behind a closed door while he was out, he didn’t want to risk any of them hurting themselves and him not being able to help them. He always looked forward to seeing them when he got home so late. This day was no different, and he was eager to go back to see them all, eager to have someone excited to see him when he got home.

He prepared their meals, set each place on a diamond-encrusted platter and opened the door to their dayroom. He greeted Elizabeth the 3rd, who was immediately curled into his arms purring while the small white blurs jumped playfully at his suit trousers. He softly petted each of them as they ate before carrying Elizabeth the 3rd over to watch the sun go down over the city with him. Jumin wanted to be closer to the kittens but didn’t want to risk endangering any of them by attempting to carry them all, so instead he sat on the floor next to the large window with them. He hoped that they inherited their mother’s taste for fine views, but they seemed more concerned with playing around in his lap. Well, he was sure that fine taste would come with time.

Jumin sat in silence for a while, wondering why his apartment seemed so quiet despite there being so many living things in it. Living things that could make noise, and play, and talk, and- Oh. They couldn’t talk. He couldn’t have a two-sided conversation with them. He couldn’t ask them about their day or have them ask about his. Is that what he was missing? Conversation? He thought for a moment that perhaps he should call V to come over and share a bottle of wine with him like they used to, but he remembered that V was often away on business too and wouldn’t be able to come over at such short notice. Who else did he have to talk to? His father? He’d rather not deal with his father’s new love interest. Assistant Kang? He already saw enough of her at work. Zen? He scoffed at the thought alone. Absolutely not. So, who?

And it occurred to Jumin, in that second, that he didn’t really have anyone to talk to. While he loved Elizabeth the 3rd and her children, they were not what he was lacking in his life. He needed someone that he could talk to on a mutual level. He wanted to hear about their thoughts and interests, what they thought about the wine over dinner and to help him pick out his tie in the morning. Jumin didn’t have anyone like that, and he realised that he had been attempting to fill the hole in his chest through the wrong course of action. He wouldn’t go as far as to say he was lonely, but the truth of the matter was that Jumin was alone. He was alone at work, and he was alone at home.

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi, I was wondering if I could request a poly trio x reader imagine or Drabble? The reader was coming home from getting groceries for the bunker but while she was in the store a sudden storm emerged and the reader had no choice but to walk home in the cold rain. A fifteen minute walk without an umbrella because the wind broke it and it was too late to go buy another one, and the reader left her phone in the bunker so she couldn’t call someone to pick her up. By the time she gets back to the bunker her clothes are soaked through and she is freezing and she just opens the bunker door and the poly trio seems them and the reader just cries. Crying because of the cold, the rain, how overwhelmed they are and the poly trio spends the night cuddling with the reader to warm her up, and minji even makes warm soup and warm tea/hot chocolate for the reader and they all just cuddle. Please?

Judas didn't hesitate the second that you walked inside. He saw how damp you were from the rain and sprang into action. He helped you peel off the extra layers of your jacket and sweater so it wouldn't cling to your skin and make you colder. Your skin felt flush despite how cool it was outside and normally, he would've grimaced, but this time he eased you down into the closest chair to rest.

Judas always made you feel safe, even if you get his clothes damp. He never complains for a minute when you cling to him, upset and so tired. He smoothed out your worried cheeks and kisses your forehead, "I'll run you a warm bath, darling. Minji and Saeyoung will take care of all this for you right now. I'll be back. Sit tight for me and we'll get you all fixed up."

Saeyoung would step up and towel dry your hair as best he could, it took a few minutes but he was gentle and patient with your chill. You could slowly relax as he dried to warm you up the natural way so you didn't go into shock. He whispered encourage the entire time, "That's my kitten, that's my sweet kitten. I'm sorry you had to walk all the way back home. I'll make sure one of us is always with you when you need to run errands next time."

The minute that you were comfortable again, Minji would take her turn and help you into the tub. She would sit at your side and help you with anything that was too much for you. She loves doing your hair and humming along to the song that's playing from the playlist on her phone. "Thank you for being patient, sweet-tart. Normally, I'd make you a bubble bath but Judas thought that might be too much right now. But, your color looks so much better."

And by the time that was over and you felt like you were dozing off to sleep, you would be sprawled out on the bed in borrowed pajamas, with Minji and Saeyoung on either side of you with their arms splayed over your stomach. Judas would curl up on top of you with his head nuzzled against your chest comfortably, leaving you in the middle of them.

"You aren't cold anymore, are you, darling?"

"Of course, they're not, Judas. No kitten could ever be cold when they're being spoiled."

"He's just jealous he's too short to give them a kiss on the lips right now."

[yandereshit]

Vanderwood x Reader: good morning~

Here is a soft drabble I wrote a while ago and decided to share now because~ it’s~ @vanderweek! Have fun reading this lil thing lol

Living undercover was obviously something difficult to afford. The fear of being caught, constant carefulness and rigor while doing simple, daily tasks was somewhat devastating at some point. Domestic features were deprived of its domestic pleasure, and going out to do the grocery seemed like the biggest danger one could be put in.

Constant pressure had two sides: the one which could make one break, and the other… filled with pleasant adrenaline that sometimes – even though very rarely – could bring desired feeling of thrill, excitation.

But long months after the worst danger was already gone, Vanderwood found out that there’s nothing more thrilling – and stressing as well – than trying to conceal a relationship.

It looked like an accident, a result of various factors that made him still live with Chois. He could always go away and find his own path, and yet – he stayed with them, as if nothing ever changed.

He found a simple job and therefore one could say that there was nothing keeping him here.

But there actually was a thing. Or a person, to be specific. They were tied to each other, and yet the bond was completely transparent.

And he couldn’t help but wonder, how long will it stay like this.

His arm was wrapped loosely around the sleeping girl. Her breath tickled his bare chest and one of her legs was on his. She shivered slightly from the cold temperature in the room and he tugged the quilt over her naked back, bringing her a bit closer.

Grey smoke of his cigarette filled the room, leaving the harsh smell all around them.

The window was slightly open, only to make the fresh air get inside. It was so calm. The sun right above the horizon fell onto their frames, encouraging them to finally get up. But he didn’t want to stop this moment and the girl didn’t look like she was about to wake up any time soon either.

He was relaxed and he prayed so that it’d last forever. The feeling of safety, of not having to hurry, to work under pressure nor to be casually ordered to kill people, was the most relieving out of it all.

He didn’t know if he’d really be able to enjoy it if he was there all alone.

The former agent put out the cigarette in the ashtray laying on the nightstand.

She kept telling him to get rid of this habit. He was aware that the feeling of ease he could experience was the result of addiction, but it still did make him calm. The smell was somewhat nice.

Yet, it’d always bring so many memories. Because he always smoke when he was nervous. When he had a reason to be worried.

Right now, he had none.

It was alright.

It was… alright.

The main door suddenly creaked.

It was not alright.

He got up in an instant, miraculously – but probably not too fortunately – not waking up his lover. She was still deep in her sleep, even when he started to toss around all the things, attempting to find his underwear…

“Vanderwood, MC, are you two there?” Saeyoung’s voice echoed in the hall.

Vanderwood held his breath. He managed to put on some sweatpants, but the shirt was also gone.

He went out of the room, quietly closing the door.

“What are you doing here so early…?” he asked, feeling a bit like a kid whose parents promised to leave for a few hours and returned after barely few minutes.

“The weather sucked” he admitted. “At night it was difficult to even sleep in the tent so we decided to come back. It was late so we didn’t want to wake you two with calling, but-“ He suddenly stopped, his eyes stopping on the thing laying beside the couch. “…Is this your underwear?”

So here it was.

“Ahh, nasty!” Saeyoung whined. “Did you make MC look at this something?! I left for two days and you’re already-“

“Shut up, Saeyoung.”

“What’s for the breakfast?” a sleepy voice made them both turn around. MC, wrapped in the quilt but with her arms bare making it obvious she had nothing underneath, was standing in the doorframe, still not conscious enough to realize that Saeyoung was here as well.

“M-MC…?” Saeyoung’s face in a few seconds got as red as his hair and Vanderwood rubbed his temples, realizing how bad the situation was. “W-why are you…?”

“I didn’t know where my clothes are…” she admitted, but still seemed to be unable to get all the info together. Saeyoung’s presence didn’t bother her. Yet.

“O-oh…” The redhead coughed awkwardly and turned towards the main door. “I-I will take Saeran to some i-ice cream or something, y-you two take your time…” he mumbled and left before Vanderwood could say a word.

Vanderwood took a deep breath in and then let it out, as if all his problems would magically disappear with this one, simple gesture.

They didn’t.

“Honey, what for the breakfast?” she wrapped arms around him, letting the quilt slip onto the floor.

Vanderwood sighed deeply.

“Endless embarrassment and eggs, I guess.”

Please, reblog if you enjoyed! You can find more on my masterlist! It’d be great if you also considered buying me a ko-fi!

[rainydayswriter]

Eons ago I started a Vandy drabble for @reifromrfa (love you, boo!) and today I finally finished it lmao (can’t keep a schedule to save my life) Vanderwood is a (mostly) blank canvas, so I did what I could to paint him as I imagined him following the Secret Endings.

Drabble under the cut, hope you enjoy!

The RFA party was in full swing; glasses clinked, laughter rolled in from all directions, someone seemed to be shouting Tyrenol at the top of their lungs. What appeared to be an actual mummy shambled up to a vampire, who held his cape up in the most stereotypical fashion. Vanderwood wondered if this wasn't some elaborate prank developed by the members as some sort of test. They had the money, resources, and connections. Despite this, Saeyoung remained incredibly casual, clapping him on the back and saying, "If you want to leave early, give me a holler!"    

"What about your brother?"    

Saeyoung visibly brightened as his attention flickered over to Saeran, who was chuckling as Yoosung gestured wildly about something. The college kid had made fast friends with Saeran, much to everyone's surprise and relief. "Aw, he won’t be stranded. He’d hitch a ride with Yoosung or Zen."    

"He’s adjusting alright, then?"    

"Yeah. We’re taking it day by day, you know?" Saeyoung turned to face Vanderwood fully, warm expression shifting into something more playful, something that had Vanderwood instinctively bracing himself for. "What about you? Are you learning to enjoy yourself yet? Missing my company?" he added slyly with an over exaggerated wink.    

"It’s hard to miss you when I still talk to you through the messenger almost every day."    

Saeyoung waggled his eyebrows. "It's addicting, isn't it?"    

Rolling his eyes, Vanderwood said, "I'll admit, I assumed it was solely for party planning. I didn't expect everyone to be so laid back. The amount of selfies and cat photos that go through a single chat room is astonishing."   

"You know, that's what Jaehee said at first, too. But she has no problems with Zen's pics . . ." Saeyoung gave a hapless sigh and shrugged. "Well, what can you do if some people just don’t have the same love for cats as I do? Oh, hey!" He elbowed Vanderwood's side. "Look at who’s on her way over."    

It was the coy way Saeyoung said it that made him instantly alert. And sure enough, there you were, weaving through the throngs of people. A bright smile lit up your face when you caught his eye, near damning him with how much he hoped it was reserved for him. He stood taller and reached up to straighten his tie, feeling very much like he'd tazed himself.    

It occurred to him to meet you halfway too late. Your expression tightened into one of polite interest as a guest appeared in your path, and you cast an apologetic look over their shoulder. He lifted a hand in return, lips twitching with barely withheld disappointment as the guest led you away.    

"Oh." Saeyoung made a pleased hum.    

"What?" he groused, crossing his arms.    

"If I didn’t know any better," Saeyoung said, voice dropping as if he were sharing a deadly secret, "I’d bet my fastest baby that you like our precious coordinator."  

His heart stuttered. On instinct, he scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Of course I like her. Anyone who can deal with so many characters and still keep sane deserves my respect." Respect, admiration, half of my waking thoughts. God, what an understatement. He couldn't go half an hour without wanting to talk to you on the messenger, but then it was never enough. He wanted to hear your voice, your laugh. So much of his life had been spent lurking beneath the radar as a tool, was it so wrong for him to drift towards you when you offered such normalcy? When you went through hell and back for people you hardly knew, and kept Saeyoung from totally destroying himself in the process?    

And the fact that you reached out to him so often, asking after him, and, dare he assume, flirted with him.    

"Huh." That smug cat’s grin only widened, glasses glinting in the chandelier light. Jesus, the kid was too observant for his own good. "She is a great gal. But that isn’t how I meant it, and you know it," he sang, one arm resting over Vanderwood’s. "We’re friends, aren’t we?"    

"I’m almost insulted you have to ask."    

"So then, allow me to give you some advice. Straight from the mouth of God Seven himself." This time Saeyoung dipped his head, lifting a hand to cup his mouth to complete the charade of warding off eavesdroppers. "Go talk to her."    

"What." Vanderwood lifted his brows. "That’s it? No wild scheme or cat analogy?"    

Saeyoung chuckled, scooped up two passing glasses of wine, and held them out. "My messenger does wonders, but eventually you have to break that fourth wall yourself and talk face-to-face."    

Vanderwood took the glasses and frowned. "Fourth wall?"    

Saeyoung rolled his eyes, as if it were all painfully obvious. "I’m not a wizard. There are some things you should do yourself, instead of wishing for everything to turn out your way. You're free to make your own plan of action now, Madam."  

"I have no idea what you’re going on about now."    

"I'm saying move your leopard-print loving ass before someone else does."    

"You-" He was caught between chewing out Saeyoung over whatever the hell kind of insult that was and latching onto the last bit. Someone else. Was there someone else? He didn't know much about your life outside of the RFA. You had a job, you surely had friends and family outside this bubble he'd only just been introduced into. What if there was another person? A coworker? An actual partner? No, Saeyoung of all people would know that from the very first inspection of you.    

"You aren't getting any younger," Saeyoung sang.    

Vanderwood shot him an unimpressed look before inhaling deeply and strode forward.    

He was saved from awkwardly hovering until your conversation finished when he caught your eye approaching. You politely peeled yourself away from the group, meeting him halfway, shoulders sagging with relief. Maybe he’d saved you from an overwhelming interaction. A lot of the guests attending the party were . . . Abnormal, to say the least.    

"Vanderwood," you greeted, eyes wide, "I didn't expect to see you here tonight! I'm glad you came."    

The corners of his lips tugged upward. Be relaxed, don't freak her out. This wasn't the agency, she was a civilian. "Glad to be here. Drink?"    

He handed you the glass, admiring the effervescent glow dancing across your features. Since the events at that cult, Vanderwood had interacted with you almost solely through the app. Laying low while he and Saeyoung dealt with the aftermath of their disappearance from the agency had left little time for real talk.    But now here he was, and here you were dressed up and expressing genuine joy at his presence . . . Wow. "You look nice." Nailed it.    

"Well, thank you." Your eyes dipped to his chest. "You look dashing, yourself. Is purple your favorite color?"    

He pushed back his bangs, looking down at the purple and white ensemble with a little embarrassment. It held up to Saeyoung’s “keen” eye for fashion, and it wasn’t like he himself hadn’t had to attend a few parties for missions . . . "I don’t know if I have a favorite color, but I thought I’d save the leopard print suit for another time."    

You laughed behind your hand. "I’ll be looking forward to seeing it. I have a feeling the parties will only get bigger from here on out, so a leopard print suit will fit right in."    

"I should've known this wasn't even scratching the surface."    

"I mean, this is only my second party I've helped coordinate, and the first I actually attended, so . . . we're kind of in the same boat here."    

"I couldn't tell. You make it look easy."    

"Thanks. Good to know I don't look as nervous as I feel. It’s still a little much for me." You leaned back against the wall and gazed out at the crowd with a soft sigh. "But at least everyone is enjoying themselves."    

Vanderwood nodded, but there was a tenseness below the surface of your words. He knew stress intimately enough to recognize the tells. Swirling the contents of his glass, he said, "Maybe you should take a vacation after this. I think you’ve more than earned it, all things considered."    

"Hah, really?" You considered it for a moment. "I won’t lie, having a full night’s sleep without worrying for anyone’s safety or missing out on some important news sounds heavenly."    

"Is there any place you’ve thought about visiting?"    

You hummed, looking at the ceiling and cocking your head. "I think . . . anywhere warm and sunny will do. With a beach and a nice shopping district too." A warm smile bloomed across your face, releasing a swarm of butterflies right into his gut.    

He took a big sip of wine.    

"What about you? You’re planning a vacation soon, yeah?"    

"Somewhere without cellphone service."    

You laughed, shoulders rising as you did. "Oh man, that sounds good. Add that to my list too."    

Now he was sure it wasn’t the wine. The warmth in his cheeks was thanks to you. "We might end up at the same place if we aren’t careful."    

"Aw, that doesn’t sound too bad to me! If I were going somewhere with anyone, I would love for it to be you." Your eyes suddenly widened and you averted your gaze to the floor. That hadn’t meant to come out, then.    

Normally, he’d be more than willing to skim over slip ups for the other person’s sake. But the way you were fidgeting made him bold. At least he wasn't the only one nervous in this. "Me, huh? Why’s that?"    

You blinked, not quite meeting his eye but attempting to smile. "Oh, um, lots of reasons! Like, you’re neat so there probably wouldn’t be a scramble to find tickets or passports, ha. And then you’re pretty relaxed, so you would actually enjoy a vacation instead of using it as more time to work . . . Plus, getting to know each other away from the craziness . . . Um."    

He couldn't contain his amusement. "I'm neat?"    

You pressed your fingers to your forehead and groaned. "It’s a miracle I could get so many guests here, I know."    

"No, actually, the more I get to know you, the more I understand how you made such an impact on Saeyoung."    

"For real?" You peeked back at him again from the corner of your eye. He swallowed, heat creeping up his neck.    

With a blase shrug, he nodded. "Even when shit absolutely hit the fan, you kept your head. I've seen people break under pressure too many times to count, and usually take a few others with them, but you . . . Honestly, there were moments when I wondered if you weren’t an undercover agent with how well you dealt with it all."    

A shy little laugh bubbled from your lips. "Considering that I was running on nearly two weeks of no sleep?"    

He grinned. "A hallmark trait of agents."    

"Is that so? And here I was thinking Saeyoung was an outlier."    

"I think we can agree that he's still an outlier."    

A brief laugh at Saeyoung’s expense and then the conversation ebbed. Damn it, what now? He tugged at his cuffs, scanning the room to find something else to go on about. More than a few sets of eyes were settled on you . . . and him by proximity. These guests were just as nosy as Saeyoung, but at least the kid knew when not to be so goddamn obvious about it!    

A hand settling on his arm, snapping him from a glower. "Hey, would you want to step out for a second?" you whispered. "I need a break."   

"Um . . . Yes?" He cleared his throat. "I mean, yeah lead the way."    

Your hand slipped into his, and it was like a jolt of electricity went through his heart. He lagged behind for a second in shock before quickly falling into step with you. The smile that bloomed on your face was one he wanted to imprint in his head, so every time he closed his eyes it would be all he saw.    

You led him down the corridor to a set of doors that, when he opened, revealed a lounging area with floor-to-ceiling windows, plush seating, and a chandelier practically the size of the moon. He couldn’t believe he never thought twice about the RFA and their parties, that Saeyoung would be part of something so grand.    

And now he was part of it, too. With you.    

Your eyes glittered. "Gotta hand it to Jumin, he doesn’t skimp on anything."    

"He does seem like the type to go above and beyond." He let out a low whistle at the skyline view.    

"Gleaned that from his cat projects?" you joked, closing the doors.    

"My heart aches for Assistant Kang."   

You plopped down on the loveseat, toeing off your shoes with a relieved sigh and set your drink onto the end table. "I don’t know how she does it. So, um, are you alright?"    

"Me?" Well, if you kept staring at him like that he wouldn't be. He settled next to you, an arm's length away. "What do you mean?"    

"You were looking kind of flushed back there, I get if you're not used to being . . . in the spotlight."    

"Yeah, ha. I'm more of a private sort of person." But that wasn’t the only reason he was flustered . . .     

"So then you're probably careful about who you spend your time with, huh?"    

"That's true, but I don't completely shut people out."    

"I hope I'm not one of those people."    

He blinked. "You most certainly are not. I consider you someone who I can open up to, actually." He turned, draping his arm over the back of the couch. "You're someone who I want to know."     

Your lips parted in surprise for a beat, as if you hadn't expected such candor. But your voice was even as you said, "I'd love to know you, too. Who is the real Vanderwood? How's he take his coffee, if at all?"    

Tilting his head, he lifted his brows. "That's some pretty intimate stuff. Are you sure you can handle it? Wouldn't want to scare you off."    

He was rewarded with another bought of laughter from you.    

"I have a feeling I can handle whatever you throw my way, Vanderwood. Coffee preferences or otherwise."    

"Huh, then you wouldn't be opposed to getting drinks together?"    

"Nothing would make me happier."     

A sharp rap at the door had Vanderwood practically jumping to his feet, heart in his throat and fingers fumbling at his waist for his Tazer. In the time it was taking him to pull back into reality, to remember that this was a party and not a mission, you swept past him with a reassuring brush of the shoulder that grounded him. He dropped his hand, face burning.    

You opened the door without hesitation, pleasant and polite as you greeted the nondescript woman. None of the flirtiness from before. The woman was quick as she spoke, informing you that your presence was required in the closing ceremony, then she was gone again.

When you turned back around, you slumped like a puppet with slackened strings. "Well, back into the fray," you sighed, returning to step back into your shoes with a half-grimace. You took his offered arm to balance with.

"You're the star of the show, they would've caught us eventually," he said, trying to make light of the disappointment settling in his gut. 

"Star of the show is a little much," you quipped, "more like I'm one leg of the table."

He snorted. "Sure. A very desirable table leg."

You crinkled your nose. "Was that a compliment? We may have to work on those before getting drinks."

"Gladly." 

"Hey . . ." Your hand lightly squeezed his bicep, and even with a layer separating your skin from his, the touch sent electricity coursing through his veins. God, he was really in deep, wasn't he? "Thanks for keeping me company tonight."   

"I feel like I should be thanking you, though. For giving me a chance to be me." He outwardly cringed. "Jesus, I'm not this cheesy, am I?"    

"Hey, I for one am ready to accept the real you, cheesy lines, weird compliments, and all."

He chuckled, pulling you closer to his side. "Let's get you back before Saeyoung starts any rumors."

[vanderwood666]

Could you do a lil drabble of Saeyoung comforting his brother after Saeran had a nightmare? Kinda like the v/mc fic but with the twins (PLEASE DONT MAKE THEIR RELATIONSHIP IN IT ANYTHING OTHER THAN PLATONIC. thought i should specify just in case.) you can have it set in the past or whatever cuz its your story but i just thought it would be a sweet bonding moment to cuddle and reassure each other that they’re safe now after all that shit with mint eye went down.

Sure ^^ Also you don’t need to worry about Choicest here. I think I even wrote in one of my first posts that I won’t write about something like this or smut. So here is a safe place if you don’t like those kind of things ^^ here all you will receive it will be a brotherly love (for the twins at least). I hope you will like it ^^

Possible triggers for some people. Violence and hard language. Please keep scrolling if you are easily triggered.

,,Saeyoung, Saeyoung, come here. Look, a butterfly!”

,,Huh? Oh, I see. It’s beautiful, like you, Saeran.”,,How so? Mom says I am ugly…and the butterfly is free to fly whenever it wants…”

,,Then I will help you become one. Let’s fly away from here. You and me. We only need each other. I will find a job and then we can just go whenever we want. Just wait. I will help you become free like that butterfly. I promise…”

Promise…promise…promis…lie…lies…LIES…LIAR!

Tears were falling down on the hacker’s pale skin. His twin, his other half betrayed him. He freed himself and let the other die in that madhouse named home. Now he knew the secret about Saeyoung’s words. Butterflies were free but their life was so short. There were given so much freedom and yet so little time. So his brother wanted him dead…yes…free from that world, from that weak body. He always was the weak one. This is why their mom always picked on him and not on the other.

,,Just wait ,,brother”, I will make you regret the day you abandoned me. I will destroy everything you love the most. No one mess with me and just live its life. Not anymore. I am  not the same.”

The first months at Mint Eye were the worst. Not even in his home was treated so badly; and this was something. He wished for death every single day but his wishes were always ignored. Whenever he thought this was it someone would come and keep him alive then…then the torture continued. It continued until there was nothing left from the old Saeran. Until he disappeared.

Years of torture and abuse surely left him with some traumas. This is why he had so many nightmares. Sometimes the phantoms of the past were following him in the daylight as well.

,,Hell?” the boy laughed. ,,I live in Hell every single fucking day. And what did you save me from? Nothing…I…can’t forgive you.” Even after he was saved from Mint Eye, he could still not forgive his twin for letting him alone. The wounds were still fresh and bleeding.

Saeyoung tried his best to be around his younger twin more and do whatever he wanted…everything but one thing. To kill him. Saeran wanted to end it all, the pain was too much to bear, but Saeyoung couldn’t lose him like this. After all was his little brother and needed to be protected and this time he will do it right. No one will do it, but him.

It wasn’t easy in the condition Saeran was. Night and day the nightmares were haunting him, making him re-live the past over and over again.

The beatings, the insults, the drugs, the cold floor that served him as a bed, the icy water thrown at him to make him stronger. Everything was so fresh in his mind and the body was too tired to resist anymore. He was trembling every single night in the bed, sweat covering his tensed body. ,Why me?…why didn’t she killed me? It hurts…it hurts so much…please stop it…please…’ But the words didn’t came out. His throat was so dry and it was even harder to breath. He was suffocating. Another panic attack.

,,Look at you! You are so weak and pathetic. This is why I never loved you. This is why I tried to kill you. But you are like an annoying bug. You keep living even in the worst conditions. You are a weirdo. A creep. No one will ever love you. I feel ashamed to be you mother. You are a monster not my child!”

,,What is it, my poor, poor child? Did someone hurt you? I am so sad to see you hurt…but you are weak. The weak ones will always suffer. You are different, aren’t you? You just need someone to push you over the limit. I can do it. I can make you stronger. But you need to suffer more. Without suffering there is no paradise, my child. Remember, I hurt you because I love you. Just trust me and everything will end sooner than you think. You will thank me later. I am the only one that truly loves you. Who else would love a weak freak like you? Yes, inside you is a horrible monster that wants blood and revenge. Just give up, let him out.”

The words were echoing in his mind, making him feel sick, dizzy. But this wasn’t the worst thing. Then were the images, the flashbacks. He could feel those long and cold fingers dragging him, touching him; the fists punching him. The stomach pain from food poisoning or from starving for too long. The pain from the drugs, the ones that were forced down his throat. It hurt for days and he wasn’t even allowed to cry. If he cried they would beat him or drug him more. There was the dark room as well. Whenever he refused to do something he would be thrown there, alone, in the darkness for a week or more. It was hard to say for sure. Who would do that? A monster he thought. But wasn’t he one too? After everything he had done, he knew he became the monster that everyone is afraid of. All but one…Saeyoung. Apparently his stupid brother was not afraid. Or so he said. It was still hard to believe it.

,,Leave me alone…please…I just want to be alone…don’t…don’t touch me! Stay away! Please…Saeyou…why you left…? Please…”

….

,,Saeran?” The red haired male couldn’t finish his work for the agency, not before trying to talk with his brother once again. It was late but maybe he was awake. When he reached to the door to knock on it he heard the other male’s words. He sounded like it was in great pain so without any warning he opened the door to see what was happening. The scene in front of him was heartbreaking. Saeran was on the floor, hugging himself, trembling, with tears rolling down his face. ,,Not again…please…” It never was easy to see his little brother in that condition…so small and vulnerable, so broken. This only remembered him how much he disappointed his twin, how he failed him…how the adults betrayed them both.

He hurried and kneed on the floor, gently stroking the hair of his twin. ,,It alright, Saeran. I am here. Saeyoung is here. Your brother is here…I am here…I am here, little brother. I will never leave you alone again. I won’t. I won’t let anyone touch you ever again. Please, please…I am here…” Tears were falling down on his face now, his voice shaking. It was hard to talk and the only thing he knew to say was to reassure the other that he was there this time.

The hacker continued to caress the other’s hair gently and from time to time repeating he was there. This seemed to calm the younger twin after a while, his body starting to relax. Unfortunately the moment didn’t last. When Saeran opened his eyes, he looked up to see who was there. Saeyou…Seven. The hatred was so deep buried inside him that he just couldn’t control himself. Not after having that nightmare again. ,,YOU! YOU TRAITOR! I HATE YOU! YOU LEFT ME! DIE! JUST GO AND DIE! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!” With tears rolling down its face, he started throw weak punches at the older male. He was weak. He couldn’t eat, sleep or rest at all. He was tired.

Saeyoung was already broken himself, but seeing his brother hating him so much it was destroying him. ,,I am sorry…I know I failed you. You have the right to hate me…but I do love you. You are my sweet little brother and no one can change this. I would give my life for yours. If I could change the past I would do it. I would happily stay with you and find another solution to escape mom. But this time together. But I can’t. I can only try to regain your trust and give you the life I always wanted to. I am lame, a weirdo, stupid, all you might think of. I know it. I deserve all the hatred, but you don’t deserve to suffer anymore. Please…let me help you…” With hesitation at first, he slowly wrapped his arms around the other male’s small body. God, he was so skinny. ,,I am so sorry…” They both were crying so hard; two messes.

After a few minutes of continuous crying, Saeran was the one that talked first. ,,You destroyed my shirt with your tears…and I hope it was only this…” Saeyoung laughed hearing that, still sniffing. ,,I am sorry, I am sorry. I will buy you a new one.”

,,And ice cream…”

,,Huh?”

,,I said ice cream too! What? Are you deaf now too? Stupid and deaf. What a brother.”

,,Hey! You hurt my feelings, brother. Little Seveny is soooooo saddy now.”

,,Can you please stop talking like this…?…nevermind…just leave me alone…”

Seven could only look confuse. He thought Saeran was feeling better but maybe he crossed the line a bit too much.

,,Look, I am really sorry. I thought…well…I thought you might not want to talk about what happened…this is all. You know, I have nightmares too. My worst nightmare is when I lose you. Since I work as a secret agent I am not allowed to have a family or people close to me. So…in that dream the agency finds about you and…send someone to take you away from me. I struggle but without result. I am captured as well and forced to watch as they torture and then…kill you. The worst part is that I pull the trigger. They drug me and I somehow lose the control over my body. Like I am so kind of robot. But I still have all the memories intact and the feelings…yet I can’t control myself. It’s my worst fear…to lose you…”

For a few moments there was only silence until Saeran decide to break it.

,,You will never do it. I know it…you abandoned me but you never did something to me yourself, with your hands. So…I expect to put someone else to do it. Plus, your are so weird that it will take too much time for them to control you. I think they will just give up.”

,,Haha…you are right…” He tried to laugh it off but his laugh was weird. He knew what his twin was trying to do. And it was admirable. ,,Thank you.”

,,For?” The white haired boy raised an eyebrow to the other male in confuse. He sighed tired of more conversation then forced himself to lift up from the ground but his legs didn’t cooperate. His brother caught him before to injure himself. ,,You okay? Here, let me help.” And without waiting for a reply, he just helped him get on the bed. Saeyoung was looking at his brother. He surely was too skinny.

,,I…thank you, but I could have done it by myself. I just needed some time.”

,,I know. My brother is really strong. You grew up into a strong man. I am so happy. But neglecting yourself won’t help. I am sorry…I will go back to work if you don’t like me here…” He tried to go away for Saeran’s sake, but before to be able to do so, the other male grabbed a part of his jacket. ,,Stay…please…” He wasn’t looking into his eyes, but down, at the bed. The red haired male understood and just nodded, taking a sit beside the other. ,,Okay. I will stay.”

Saeran wasn’t used to open up, but for the first time in so long he felt the need of his twin’s presence. Whenever he was there, he felt safe, at peace. He never hated him for real, but hated himself for being so weak, he blamed himself for being abandoned by his half. Now, he knew the truth. This didn’t erased the pain or the past but helped him heal.

,,Why did you told me about your nightmares?…I didn’t asked for…” His voice was so small, like he was scared to talk too loud.

,,Well…to be honest I thought it will help you feel less alone. I know we didn’t went through the same things but I know how it is to suffer because of the past and how it is to not be able to sleep because of the nightmares, how it is to be scared. You are not alone in this, you don’t need to be.”

,,How did you manage to get over your nightmares?” He just ignored what the other said.

,,I…didn’t. I still have them. But what helps me now is your presence. Whenever I feel anxious I come and check on you. If I can see you then I am okay. Before to find you I had a photo of yours smiling. I always had it on my desk and looked at it. It helped me whenever I felt depressed or like giving up. You made me continue going on. You were my reason to live.”

,,Please don’t tell me you love me now. Don’t transform this into a cheap drama.”

,,Hey, I wouldn’t do that, but I do love you. You are my little brother.”

,,Hmph…I don’t love you. I prefer girls.”

,,Meanie…”

,,Weirdo.” After a small pause he continued. ,,I don’t have a reason to go on. It keeps haunting me…every night is the same. Mom…Rika…you…everyone is laughing at me or hurt me. I want to make it stop but I am too weak. I don’t know what to do. I am just an unwanted, weak little boy. I want to make it stop…but you are never there to help me. I am scared…I want to believe you will be here for me but I can’t. I am scared…that you will disappear again. That you will leave me behind again…”

Saeyoung didn’t let his twin finish the sentence and just hugged him tight. ,,I am so sorry I was a brother like that. But I promise that I will always be here from now on. I will never leave you alone again. If mom or Rika comes back I will fight them and not let them touch you. I will come into your dreams and make them run away. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

This time, Saeran returned the hug. It was nice to be hugged so tight. He could feel the warmth of the other. It was calming. ,,Thank you…Saeyoung. Umm…then can I ask you something?”

,,Sure. Whatever you want, little brother.”

,,Don’t call me little…I am an adult now. But…can you stay here tonight? I don’t want to be alone…”

,,Of course. I will stay here. So please, try to rest, you need some sleep.”

,,You too…you worked the whole week…without rest…” He spoke with pause between some words, tired, his eyes barely staying open. But he wasn’t the only one in that situation. Seven wasn’t far away from passing out too.

Breaking the hug, the males made themselves comfortable on the bed. Good that there was enough space for them. Saeran was the first that fell asleep. Saeyoung patted his head and gave him a kiss on the forehead. This was something he would do as a kid. Saeran was so happy back then…they were inseparable. ,,Goodnight, little brother. Don’t worry. I will be right here so no one will come for you tonight. You sleep and I will protect you.” With these being said, he closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly. After so many years apart they were sleeping together again, like when they were kids. They were a family again, and this time no one could separate them again.

[saeyoungchoi7]

a drabble for saeyoung

I’m currently on Saeran’s route for the first time and I just had some thoughts to explore and started writing them...3k words later here is the result under the cut

If you like it come message me or comment on on it! 

(Pt. 2)

It was the early morning of the eighth day. RFA had gotten a new party member that remained a mystery to everyone even a week after. Well, everyone apart from their leader, V. Even though this worried Saeyoung he followed V’s orders without question like he always had but lately its’s been harder and harder. He feared what was happening to the group with his estranged father, the Prime Minister, creeping closer to his precious group. The one thing he would protect at all cost, apart from someone he hasn’t seen in a long time, his brother. He worried about his brother as well. He knew he couldn’t see him but prayed for his well being and trusted V took care of him while he was away. At this very moment, however, he feared for their new party coordinator.

Up until now MC has been very cooperative, as cooperative as she can be without revealing anything about her situation and has been very helpful. She encouraged peace between the hacker and them and even peace between the members of the RFA. She has proven herself to be a good person who even, under strange circumstances, has kept promises to both V and Saeyoung himself. But over the past couple hours during the night Saeyoung noted her speech changes and her enthusiasm went down by at least seventy percent. The defender of justice hypothesized that maybe it was the time of day. He looked at his clock and saw that it was almost three in the morning. She recently had a chat with their most passionate members, Zen and Yoosung, about silly things they’ve been doing lately.  It brought a smile to his face knowing that even in a crisis there was still things like that going on between members. He admired the way their brains work; very different from Saeyoung himself.

The red head of the group had been troubled with not only assignments from work but the safety of the RFA who was becoming increasingly more in danger than it’s secret keepers thought. This is why V decided to reach out to his oldest friend so he could alleviate pressure for Luciel; but news about his father butting into their affairs only made his mental state worse. At that moment he pushed down the nausea he was feeling at the moment and focused on what needed to be attended to first -MC.

He instinctively reached for his phone and only realized what he was doing when he was putting it against his ear. “Oh, Seven, hello…” MC answered. It was late and he heard something off in her voice. He couldn’t speak for the rest of the members but whenever he spoke to her on the phone she was so bright it would take away any bad feeling inside himself. She would be courteous and attentive and most importantly she wanted to do whatever she could to help him.

“Hey, MC, I’m sorry…did I wake you? You seem tired.” He was praying it was the case.

“No, I’ve been awake.” Her voice was pointed and low.

“I see you’ve been talking to Zen and Yoosung,” he started, “Aren’t they funny? We’re having a war and they’re playing pretend.” He laughed a little at the end of the sentence to help her.

“They’re being them, I guess.” Seven winced at her cold attitude towards him. This was not the MC he knew.

“Hey…MC…is there anything wrong?” he didn’t want to be hesitant but he was afraid of any answer he might get. He didn’t want anything bad happen to her not now or ever.

“Seven,” she whispered,” he felt himself pressing his phone closer to his ear to not miss anything she would say, “are our conversations safe? On the phone?”

“You mean how the hacker bugged our chats, you’re wondering if the hacker can hear our phone calls?” He waited for her to answer but nothing came. He guessed she instinctively nodded instead of verbally replying. “So far my programs I’ve been running haven’t picked up anything for our texts and phone calls. I think whatever he’s after he thinks will be in our chat logs.” He waited for her to answer for a long time or at least it felt that way. In reality he watched the clock changed by two minutes before she let out a breath. He listened closely again.

“The hacker is different,” she said still in a whisper, “he’s changed, a lot, and I don’t know…” There was a knock on her end. “Seven be quiet...” he heard commotion and he guessed it was her setting down the phone.

“It took you long enough to answer the door, idiot, did you not hear me knock? It was so polite of me to do that for you instead of walking in on my own,” Saeyoung heard. It was a man’s voice, the hacker, he guessed. He sounded cold, distant, and threatening. The red head’s stomach dropped; his worst fears are coming to life.

“I’m sorry, I was getting ready for bed…”

“Not only are you disgusting but you’re a liar as well. A good toy shouldn’t be this stupid.” The next thing he heard was something…or someone…hitting a hard surface. “Awe, you didn’t cry out little toy. That’s no fun, maybe throwing you isn’t the way to go…” He heard movement once again but it was accompanied by MC struggling. “Maybe I’ll break something, you don’t need two arms do you to chat with the RFA?”

“My patterns would change, they would notice if something was different about me,” her voice was steady and didn’t reveal how she was feeling in that moment. Seven thought she was so strong. He wanted to help her or scream out to her to get her attention but he knew that would only put her in more danger.

“You think those idiots would notice anything different about you? They accepted a member that was put there by the hacker and trusted you instantly! They’re incompetent fools. Especially the head of the organization and that appalling red head.” He was talking about me and V. Seven felt chills go down his spine.

“Why won’t you say his name?” she asked him.

“The fame photographer, V?” the hacker mocked.

“No, Seven’s name, you’ve never said it.” Even over the phone, Saeyoung felt a shift in the air. Before he could process anything he heard another slam and a cry let out from MC. He wanted to yell at the hacker and threaten him in several different ways but he was smarter than that. Even though his emotions wanted to take over he had to remain calm, at least something from the agency stuck with him. He needed MC to come back to the phone. He needed a confirmation from her that she was still breathing.

“Don’t speak to me like that, like were equals, you are nothing!” he yelled at her. He was unraveling, Seven noted. “Ray is gone, don’t you have some brain cells left in that head of yours to understand that? I’m here and I’m staying.” He heard something else but couldn’t identify it.

“Ray is still there,” she insisted. Why was she fighting back? Is Ray the first hacker and he was being replaced because he was getting too close to MC? She seemed to treasure him until now.

“You just don’t get it do you?” There were footsteps coming closer to the phone.

“Am I worth all this trouble?”

“Of course not,” the hacker spat out, “You are nothing.”

“Then why bother?” There was a pregnant pause over the phone and Saeyoung didn’t realize he stopped breathing until the hacker spoke again.

“My Savoir seems to think that your job is necessary to get information out of those idiots. It’ll be easier to destroy them and their precious RFA if you keep being a good little toy and do as we say.” MC didn’t reply and he didn’t think she would say anything else to him. There were footsteps walking away from the phone then a door creak. “Have you eaten my toy?”

“No, you told the Believers to not give me food.”

“Good, I was making sure.” The door closed and Saeyoung felt a little relieved. He wouldn’t feel calm however until she spoke to him again. He heard an audible sigh before movement coming from MC. She picked up the phone but didn’t speak.

“MC, tell me your location.” He didn’t want to abide by V’s self-sacrificing rules at the moment. He could clearly see that he was in over his head. If something like this was happening why didn’t he ask him for help? One of his specialties was infiltration. He must be hiding something.

“I can’t.” Her tone was back, he is what made her this way.

“MC this is no time to be worrying about peace or a promise you made to V. If he knew about this he would have asked for my help.”

“Seven…”

“I will get Jumin to send a helicopter, anything to get you out of there! Is that the hacker? The one you’ve been protecting?”

“It complicated.”

“Complicated?” he almost yelled, “I heard everything, he doesn’t care about you at all, he’ll probably end up killing you after the party is over!” he felt like he went a step to far but she needed to hear the truth. He needed to save her.

“I need to save him, Seven,” she was barely audible, “I want to save you both.” He let out a laugh before he realized.

“What do I need saving for? I’m not the one trapped somewhere with that guy surrounded by what sounds like a cult. Who is the savior by the way?” This sounded way over V’s head. What did he get himself into?

“She’s a blonde girl who’s been abusing Ray.”

“Ray? Is he the one you want to protect?” Before today MC has never said anything against the hacker and has actually made excuses for him which troubled the RFA members quite a bit. But they always see in black and white and things are always more complicated. Seven has learned from many missions that there is no good and evil and lines are crossed all the time.

“Yes.”

“Do you…” he was very hesitant to ask this in fear of hurting himself, “love him?”

“If you’re asking the only reason I want to save him is because I developed feelings for him then the answer is no. I can see the good in him and he’s being abused. I know how it feels and I can’t stand by when I can help him.” The red head winced, he didn’t want to think that MC would have anything near a past he had but it didn’t seem to be the case.

“We can dive into that later,” he said, “if you want to save him I’ll help.”

“You promise?”

“Of course MC, I’d do anything for you –” he stopped himself. While this wasn’t a lie, because he would do anything the RFA members needed, he couldn’t help but feel vulnerable with her. He was growing fond of her but he couldn’t reveal that to her or anyone else. “I mean…as an RFA member...I would…”

“I feel the same,” she cut him off his downward spiral of embarrassment. “But I’m not sure what you can do. I can’t tell you where I am because I literally don’t know.”

“But V knows right? You met him?”

“Yes, briefly, he said he would be coming back soon but it’s dangerous,” she warned. It felt like the wall of secrets MC has been hiding for V was shattering. It must be a dire situation.

“Do you think he needs help?”

“Yes.” The situation is dire.

“Okay, I’m going to get in contact with him.” Luciel checked his computer to try to location the head of their organization from his phone. He prayed that it was turned on and he could find him right away.

“Good luck with that Seven, he’s barely been in the chat for the last few days. It’s been hard to get a hold of him at all.” She sounded like she was losing hope, this scared him.

“I know, I know, especially when he’s on these secret missions it seems there is not a lot of cell reception for him…”

“Please do what you can, I will try to hold them off as best as I can.” She was so brave. Braver than anyone in the RFA.

“MC, do you think you could escape the place?”

“It…might be hard…” she trailed off, “I was blind folded and taken here. I’ve hardly seen anything but the floor I am on and there are others here,” she revealed.

“I see,” he was tracking V’s phone and trying to concentrate on what she was saying. She had no idea where she was at all. They were smart enough to cover their tracks. She would be helpless to help herself or them.

“And now they’ve restricted my access to only my room.”

“Is there a window?”

“Seven…I can’t escape until you find out exactly where I am.”

“I know, special secret agent seven-oh-seven will not put you in any more danger. I just want you to be aware of your surroundings and make an escape plan if you should need it.”

“You really do sound like a secret agent.”  Her tone was lighter and this put a smile on his face.

“One day I will teach you the ways young trainee!” he said hoping to cheer her up. “Don’t be reckless I will contact you A-S-A-P!”

“Thank you.”

“Just stay safe MC.”

“You as well.” Saeyoung felt a pang in his heart. He needed to make this right for her. He would track down V himself if he had to, but he was optimistic if he revealed that he and MC were in real danger Jumin would jump at the chance to save them. Jumin was good at protecting things he cared about and would exhaust his resources to do so.

Kind of like him.

“Tell me if anything happens, promise?”

“I promise I’ll try.” That was good enough and given her situation she might not be able to. Saeyoung tensed up, he needed to work. He needed to find V, then MC, and make sure they were safe. He would ‘deal with family drama later this was more pressing.  He hung up quickly and called his friend and begged that he would pick up.  

“Luciel?” V’s voice came through the speaker of the phone. He sounded tired, like he was running.

“V, where are you?”

“Is something wrong?” He avoided the question, this was typical for him.

“Yes,” he said with his voice stern, “I called MC because I knew something was up and half way through the phone call the hacker comes in and throws verbal abuse at her and may have literally thrown her into a wall or something.”

“What?” he sounded shocked and confused instead of the angry response Seven was hoping for. He wanted his friend to spring into action asking him to help him with MC but he didn’t. “Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure!” he was angry now, “I heard her cry out! I heard him threaten her! She didn’t talk about it the only thing she wanted was to save him. Save him…the man who was hurting her!”

“This has gotten increasingly more complicated,” V concluded to himself.

“V, tell me where she is, we need to save her. He definitely will kill her if she isn’t useful to her anymore.”

“No, he would never…” Seven pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Why were they being this way? He could help them, this could be solved and they wouldn’t help themselves.

“I will find her with or without your help. I will go and save her without your permission. I will even kill this cult leader if I have to!”

“Cult leader?” he sounded surprised again. He forgot that he wasn’t supposed to know this because V never revealed this to him.  

“MC wouldn’t say much but I heard them speak about a savior and believer and stuff…” He also didn’t want MC to break her promise to V. But who could this blonde woman be? Why did she have so much power over the hacker?

“Luciel…”

“Don’t tell me you’ll take care of it V. This is too much even for you.” Seven waited for V to say something, anything to him. What was he thinking? MC is in danger and he insists on doing everything himself. “This martyr complex you have is going to get you and MC killed, I can feel it.” He waited again and listened to his friends breathing on the other end. He knew V was carefully choosing his words.

“I know you are feeling trapped right now Luciel…but I don’t want to burden you further.”

“The stuff about my family is on the back burner at the moment, right now I just want to make sure MC is safe. She’s being so brave and she shouldn’t have to be. She doesn’t want me to worry but I heard him hurt her.”

“You think he hurt her?”

“I know he did!” he breathed in, “V, tell me what you need now or I’m turning off my phone and getting her myself.”

“Would it ease your anxiety to know I am near her?”  He almost jolted out of his chair. He was so close to her but what could V do about this cult? The savior? The hacker?

“It might just be the opposite,” he admitted, “You can’t take this on all by yourself.”

“Please give me time Luciel.”

“You’ve got three hours before I contact Jumin and he sends an army your way.” He didn’t like talk to his friend he owed so much to this way but he couldn’t help it with his anxiety being so high. Two people he cared about were in danger and he had proof of that danger now. MC could be killed by some hacker that she’s protecting. V is protecting all his secrets and trying to infiltrate this place with no skill. Saeyoung’s head was spinning.

“Okay,” he agreed surprisingly, “I know how much you cherish MC, but you must protect yourself as well from the next battle.” His father.

“Be safe V. Tell MC I’ll see her soon.” And with that he hung up. There were a million thoughts racing through his mind but he had to get back to work. He had to keep the hacker busier than ever. He wasn’t going to touch MC again.

They had to make it out. They had to be safe.

For his sake and everyone else’s.

[choisgirls]

Masterlist

EDITED: 7/14/18, 10:20pm

Heya howdy doodle doo my dudes, lemme know if there’s anything wrong~ ~404

Headcanons/Imagines/Reactions/Drabbles!:

If they’re a doodler or a writer

Favourite landscapes

Favourite holiday

Favourite seasons

MC can’t sleep due to back pain

MC being extremely flexible

MC insecure about tummy/freckles

Hiking date

MC makes/wears cosplay

Reuniting at the airport

Best friends/platonic

MC has pet birds

MC as a fencer

MC really into death metal

MC as a major snuggler

MC setting up Chanukkah decor

MC and the piano

MC as childhood friend

Engagement rings

MC as a tattoo parlor regular

MC spamming everyone with the Bee movie

MC loses focus easily

Tall MC

Favourite Studio Ghibli movies

Drunk MC/Love reveal

Favourite way to spend time with MC

Positive pregnancy test as holiday gift

MC inviting Unknown to Christmas event (Christmas DLC)

Kinda gross MC

MC being hit on by another person

MC with someone else during holidays (ANGST)

Having to get undercuts

Obese MC (insecure)

Insomniac MC

Extreme sports with MC

MC/Family sass battle

MC with acne scars

MC on period/heavy cramps

Classic rock obsessed MC

MC Randomly speaking Russian

MC afraid of people

MC from a cold country

MC insecure eating in front of others

MC addicted to dabbing

MC with an emo fashion

MC obsessed with Classic Rock

MC as an MMA fighter

MC holed up in their room because of mental health issues

Bilingual MC forgets names for things

MC doesn’t like people spending money on them

MC likes to say “I love you” platonically

MC works the nightshift

Wedding dresses/suits

MC being random at the wrong time

MC asking for a piggy back ride

Mute MC

MC who likes things meticulously clean and in order

6'6 MC

Slightly Telepathic MC

MC always wears heelies

MC with anorexia

MC does martial arts

Short MC has long legs

Hopeless Romantic MC

MC Sick on Christmas

MC as a politician

Reactions to Jaehee/MC friendship

MC picks at scabs and gets scars

MC is an irl princess

Misc. V headcanons

MC as Terry Crews (I hate this so mUCH)

RFA Playing Undertale

Bald MC

MC protecting RFA from being hit on

MC Constantly in hospital/afraid of hospital

RFA at a strip club

RFA as text messages from 404

MC oblivious to flirting

MC not wanting to give birth/okay with adoption

MC in musical having to kiss another actor

Teacher MC

Witchy MC

MBTI Personality Types

404’s Face Claims

MCXDanny DeVito because y'all hate me

Telepathic MC part 2

Winter Soldier/Black Widow MC

MC afraid of needles

Random Korean Culture HCS

RFA: Given blank piece of paper, what would they do?

MC is a Kpop star

MC is into cars

RFA+V+SAERAN Falling hard for MC

Sharing bed for the first time

Part two: Christmas Angst (HAPPY ENDINGS)

Celebrating MC’s birthday

RFA Break ups (ANGST?)

Finding out MC Knows Korean

Reactions to Jaehee x Zen

MC messes up their hair 

Reacting to MC being gay

MC pretends to be married to friend

MC as a Victoria Secret Model

RFA opinions on pineapple on pizza + other foods

RFA as Vampires: Feeding habits

RFA Falling for Male!MC

Going to Pride with MC

MC really loves cats

MC plays instrument fluently

MC randomly wanting to slow dance

MC having younger sibling(s)

MC Loving Stars and the Ocean

MC killing someone

MC with narcolepsy

Dominant (personality) MC

Being called senpai by MC

Ripping MC’s favourite underwear (I don’t consider this NSFW but be warned)

Adopted MC Feels Replaced by Family

Shy at first but comes out of her shell MC

MC pregnant with quadruplets

MC as professional cha-cha dancer

MC with an over-protective sister

MC having panic attack in public

MC With Sensory Overload

MC Accidentally taking a drug

Smart but Silly MC

MC Late to work due to frick frack (not NSFW)

Christmas gifts for MC

MC as a seasonal worker (Saeyoung x mc)

What they smell like

Camping Trip (Yoosung x MC)

Cooking with the RFA

Their Quirks? (Small mysme x bnha crossover)

Music tastes

MC with a child

Saeyoung/Saeran x MC fluff

(Not) Too sexy for my shirt (Saeyoung x MC)

Arms (Lyric drabble [Saeyoung x MC])

Nightmares (Jumin x MC)

Unrequited Love (Saeyoung [Saeran x MC])

First words to Deaf!MC

Gimme a Kiss (NSFW-ISH?) (Jihyun x MC)

MC afraid of flying (Zen x MC) (Jihyun x MC)

MC with winter blues (Jihyun x MC) (Zen x MC)

MC in a coma

Saeran/Yoosung with MC’s puppy

The stage that couldn’t love (Zen x MC) (TW)

MC with an identical twin

MC who is able to imitate voices

Choi Boi’s birthday (6/11/18)

Saeran’s Corner:

Annoying Unknown

Annoying Unknown Part 2

Annoying Unknown Part 3

Partners in Crime

Ice Skating

Playground Fun?

Biting Kink (SFW)

Tsundere Saeran

MC picking their lip

Morning kisses

Thirsty MC with good ending Saeran (NSFW-ISH?)

Virgin MC (NSFW)

Wanweird

DEFINITION FICS:

Chimerical - Jihyun

Eunoia - Jihyun

Rubastosis - Jumin

FICS:

Saeran being called Edgelord

Saeran singing “When Christmas Comes to Town”

Saeran/MC being intimate when Saeyoung walks in

RFA+V+SAERAN Reacting to seeing Saeyoung on mission/date

Saeyoung cutting off Zen’s ponytail

The MC’s

HIDDEN TREASURES {Treasure Hunter!AU}:

Chapter 1

SOULMATE!AU:

In the Right Direction {VxMC}

Not Afraid of the Night {JuminxMC}

Leopard-print Bandaids {VanderwoodxMC}

Seeing Red {ZenxMC}

RFSPOOK:

Treat or treating habits/favourite candy

Family Themes Costumes

MC Never celebrating Halloween

Couples Costumes

Werewolf!RFA+

Haunted House- Jumin

Ghost?- Saeran

Haunting Pranks

MC Exploring an abandoned house

MC and Halloween Rituals

Ouija Board Mystake- Saeyoung

Reactions to Haunted House

404′s Ridiculous AU’s:

Duck AU

Sock AU

Stock Image AU

Car AU

Meme AU

Lamp AU

Coat AU

Restaurant/Fast food AU

Fruit AU

Homestuck AU

Dog AU

Shrek AU

VALENTINES FICS:

Saeyoung

Saeran

Jumin

Yoosung

Zen

Jaehee

V

Valentines (2018)

EASTER FIC:

Easter

NSFW:

Jealousy (NSFW)

Pegging (NSFW)

Massages (NSFW)

MC making breakfast with nothing but a t-shirt on (NSFW)

7 mins in heaven/Spin the bottle (Possible NSFW?)

MC walks in on them masturbating (NSFW)

Masochist MC (NSFW)

Getting Caught Being Intimate by Child (NSFW?)

MC calling penises by weird names (NSFW-ISH?)

Saeran smut (NSFW)

MC loves keyhole sweaters (Light NSFW?)

Nymphomaniac MC

First Time Having Sex

What kind of porn they’d watch

Jumin smut (NSFW)

SUBMISSIONS/ADMIN PERSONAL:

Literally a completely self-indulgent Fouran fic

404 Personal Emojis

Beautiful-mystic-mess/404: Fidget Spinner AU?

404: Saeran the Jolly Green Giant

ALL SUBMISSIONS CAN BE FOUND TAGGED: #submission

ALL PERSONAL CAN BE TAGGED EITHER BY: #admin art #my art (sometimes can be found under any variation of #4s doodles)

[welc0me-to-the-rfa]

Hello~ So this is a sad ask but I was listening to Ps. I Love You by Gackt and I thought about the RFA + V, Saeran would feel if Mc died and they found a letter or video Mc made for them? You can do this in headcanon form or drabble whatever you like :) thank you!

Breaking my heart T_T

Zen~

♥ Your death was devastating—atragic accident that could have been avoided so easily♥ Since it all happened, he had buried himself in work, unable to do anythingelse♥ Unable to do it himself, he had everyone in the RFA help him clear yourthings from his house, the only memories of you remaining a few pictures and avoicemail on his phone that he could never bring himself to open♥ But when he finally brings himself to listen to it, he breaks down♥ Just the sound of your voice sends him into a fit of sobs♥ Treasures the message, but can’t bring himself to listen to it again becauseit’s just too painful

Yoosung~

★ It was an illnessthat took you, but it was sudden★ Even after you died, he went into complete denial, refusing to believe thatyou’re actually dead★ He sort of acts as if you’re still there, despite how hard the rest of theRFA tries to help him★ Before you died, you made a video for him, telling him that you wanted him tobe able to move on and be happy without you★ But after watching it the first time, he can’t bring himself to watch itagain★ Because it’s proof of your death and he can’t accept that

Jaehee~

❀ She knew that you were dying and had plenty of time toprepare herself for it❀ Even though you pass peacefully, it’s still devastating for her❀ Her only way to cope is to work as hard as she can at the café to try andlessen the pain❀ When she finds a letter you wrote to her though, all the feelings resurface❀ The letter makes her cry, but in a way it also makes her happy because it meansshe still has a piece of you❀ She reads it every once in a while for a bit of comfort as she learns to getover you

Jumin~

♔ Even expecting yourdeath, he can’t truly manage to come to terms with it♔ After you’re gone, he becomes colder than before, distancing himself evenfrom V♔ Work takes priority in his life, just as it did before, but after hours, lateat night, all he does is drink until he feels numb♔ You made him a video before you died, mostly of you smiling, telling him tobe happy, expressing how much you love him♔ Watching it hurts him, and he only does it in his darkest moments, when he’shad too much to drink♔ And he just falls deeper into depression every time he watches it, unable tomove on at all

Saeyoung~

♠ Watching you getsick and deteriorate was the worst thing he had ever had to go through♠ And with you gone, he just feels so lonely♠ For so long, you were the only thing keeping him going, and now he feels likehe has nothing♠ He hates the video you left him just as much as he loves it, your smile makinghis heart ache♠ He watches the video almost obsessively, letting his obligations slip, notanswering phone calls, never going into the chatroom♠ You were such a big piece of him, and he doesn’t think he can go on withoutyou

V~

♪ It’s absolutelydevastating for him to be losing you, especially after everything with Rika♪ You had convinced him to get his eyes fixed so he could truly look at youbefore you died♪ But also because you wrote a letter for him to read when you’re gone♪ After you die, it takes him a while before he can read the letter♪ When he does, it’s almost too much for him to handle♪ He only reads it when he feels like he desperately needs your presence, beingable to see your handwriting providing him at least a bit of comfort

Saeran~

❅ He tries to understand, he really does❅ But he honestly just gets angry—angry that you’re leaving him, angry that hecan’t do anything to stop it, just angry❅ After you die he closes in on himself, even shutting Saeyoung out❅ He just watches the video you left him over and over, hating you for thinkingyou could leave him behind❅ When Saeyoung reaches out to him, it does no good❅ He starts to become suicidal again on the worst days, and becomes a danger tohimself

[gureishi]

You’ve been watching his hands for as long as you’ve known him.

In the beginning, you’d sit in the middle of your bed with your knees tucked up to your chest and look at him—all shadowy in the corner, like he was barely there at all—and wonder how it would feel to touch him. His hands would flash over the keys and you wouldn’t know if he was really working or just stalling so he didn’t have to meet your eyes. You’d see the way the too-bright florescent lights highlighted the scars on his knuckles and imagine kissing each one of his fingertips.

Later, you’d watch him drive: his hands relaxed on the wheel and his gaze steady as he stared straight ahead into what looked like eternity. You’d drift in and out of sleep in the passenger seat and wonder how it would feel to be home again (not even knowing where home was). He’d lay his hand on your thigh and give you a nervous sort of half-smile and you’d want to hold him till he remembered he was alive.

In the hospital, you’d see the way his hands went white as he waited in the hall and wished he could be closer to his other half, who wanted nothing more than to run away from him. And at home, you’d see how he toyed with the frayed edges of his sleeves as he tried to talk to someone who wouldn’t—couldn’t—be the person he’d been a lifetime ago.

But time passed, because that’s what time does. Now, you lay in bed in the almost-morning hours and reach for him beneath the covers. He smiles in his sleep and you weave your fingers with his—calloused as they ever have been, rough and angular and wonderful. 

Saeyoung sleeps with his wedding ring on.

You find it—the way you always do—rubbing the smooth, well-worn silver with the tip of your finger. You take yours off when you’re showering or sleeping, but he never does—and the ring is a little bit ragged now (just like him), but it’s the way he wants it.

He needs to be reminded. When he wakes in the middle of the night—as he so often does—he needs to look down at his hands and know for certain that it’s all real: you, and his brother, and this beautiful house that belongs to the three of you.

He never dreamed of this. He didn’t know that he was allowed.

You nestle closer and kiss his temple and his hums gently: half-awake now, throwing an arm across your hip. This is the place where you are—both of you, for a lifetime.

His ring grazes your bare skin and you crane your neck to kiss his fingers. His hands are everything you call home.

[serensama]

i remember when saeyoung said "should I ask mary vanderwood to cut my hair?" and I made mc reply "should I cut your hair? lol I want to" so whenever you're not busy, can you write a fluffy short hc about this? thank youu!

A massive shout out to @thedisadvantagesofbeinganellie (check out her new artblog @ellieartcave) for creating this amazing piece for me. She drew it a while ago but damn, if this didn’t fit this little request perfectly! Thank you beautiful, you gorgeous talented lovely human you!!! Now on to the drabble… (has some swearing in it, nothing too serious)

She was running her hands through his hair again, he had noticed she would do it whenever his head was in her lap, or when she pressed herself against him when he was working at the computer- her fingers always seemed to be in his hair. Laying there together in the dead of night, her delicate fingers twirled at a curled lock of his fringe- a small, sweet smile on her lips. 

“What is it?” he asked in an amused huff, just content to see his fiancé smiling at him for whatever reason. “Your hair,” she began as she straightened it, the strands reaching well past his eye and brushing the tip of his cheekbone. “It’s gotten so long.” “Ahhh,” he said nodding with realisation; it had been months since his last trim, his hair probably looked even more like a mop than usual. “Should I try and ask Mary Vanderwood if she would cut my hair again?” he joked, both of them knowing full well that Vanderwood would sooner cut his ears off than cut his hair- in fact- the Agent would probably try to do it. To test your reflexes Agent 707. MC’s smile grew wider as she released his hair, her warm hand cupping his cheek instead. “Should I… maybe… be the one to cut your hair? I want to you know… always have,” she beamed as she scooted closer to him. Saeyoung threw his head back and laughed- he was so damned lucky to have this woman in his life, he honestly wouldn’t have cared if she placed a literal bowl around his head and just cut around it. He would wear that stupid ass hair cut with pride because MC was the one who did it for him. He would however have to kick Saeran’s ass if he said anything about it. Or posted pictures online. Or did any dick thing he would normally typically do. Little shit. “Sure MC, I would like that.” “Oh great- let’s do it now!”“N-now? It’s past midnight-”“So?”“I… okay fair point… um… yeah let me go wet my hair then.”He nearly very well died when he met her in the kitchen and she was standing beside a giant salad bowl. He may have breathed out a very real sigh of relief when he realised there were skittles in there and she was eating them (MC always had a sweet tooth late at night.) Setting him down with a a very determined and concentrated look upon her face, she turned his head to the left and then to the right and then back to the left. She pulled at the different lengths of hair and hummed and hawed. Finally she dropped the scissors… and picked up the electric razor and turned the setting to three. Saeyoung gulped… he had thought this was going to be a trim not a whole new look… but as he peered up at the excited expression upon her face, he didn’t have the heart to stop her. She worked about him quickly and gently and soon he could hear the snipping of the scissors and the relaxing feeling of her fingers trace his scalp, blunt nails across his skin causing goosebumps to rise along his arms. “Finished!” she cried out like a call of victory as she stood back, holding up a mirror for him to inspect his new hair cut. He looked… freaking amazing. His bright red locks had curled under the water and the new style helped to emphasise his natural hair in such a way that even he would have stopped to say DAMN if he saw himself on the street. The sides and back of his head were shaved quite short, something he had always wanted to do… especially since MC could barely keep her hands to herself; she rubbed the shorn strands like it was velvet, biting her lip at the pleasurable feel of his hair against her hands. “I love it. Thank you… will you always cut my hair for me?”“Of course.”“Seriously… it’s gonna be in our wedding vows and everything…” “I don’t doubt it!” she laughed, her hand still playing in his hair. The front door opened and there was Saeran, standing with an ice cream cone in one hand, keys in the other. He walked in and stared at his brother and his future sister in law, absentmindedly licking at the cold sweet.  “Hey… you look less shit than normal,” he commented before heading off to his room. Saeyoung turned to MC, his eyes shining with tears of raw emotion. “Did you hear that- he said i looked less shit than normal!” he gushed as he took her into his arms, so grateful to have received a kind word from his twin. MC awkwardly patted his back as he released her, placing a well deserved kiss on her cheek. “You do realise he said less shit… meaning that there is still a considerable amount of current shit to your look…”“…. Less shit… he said less shit… he’s such a good brother…” 

[shiroe-is-my-baby]

situation: 13, line: 34 X) for the drabble thing

Gahhh! I’m so sorry this was super late! Omg! But I finally got the inspiration to do it! This is a little.. shall we say… angsty haha

Someone does something stupid, “It’s 2 am, go back to bed.”

I laid on my side, the sheets pooled around me as I breathed deeply. I was already deep in sleep, the fan at the foot of the bed cooling at the bottoms of my feet. It was quiet, except for the soft buzzing of the fan and both of our small breaths. Thankful the two of us were able to go to sleep. I wasn’t very pleased with how we left things. Usually, I want to make up before we fall asleep.

But I was just so tired and Saeyoung had been working all day. I knew he’d be too tired to discuss it, but I had so much trouble falling asleep. He apparently did too, because not too long into the night he was shaking me rather violently.

My body jolted, and I threw a look over my shoulder. My hands flew up to my eyes, wiping them until I could see somewhat clearly. Saeyoung’s face was soft in the darkness, his golden eyes practically enveloping my own. I felt a slight shudder creep up my back, and I let out a soft sigh.

“Sae, what is it? I was sleeping,” I groaned.

“Ashley, baby cakes, are you still mad at me?”

“What? Sae, can we talk about this in the morning? It’s 2 am, go back to sleep.”

“No. I’m not letting you go back to bed. Not until you tell me that you’re not mad.”

I sighed heavily, sitting up slowly. My body could only take me so far, sleeppractically gnawing at my muscles. All I wanted was to go back to bed, but Saeyoung was right. It wasn’t like I was trying to be irritating and not want to talk about it. The day had just been so long and the two of us were so tired. My body felt like it was in fire the entire time.

Through sleepy eyes, I looked at my redheaded fiancé with a somber expression. I tried to cover myself up to shield from the cold, but it only made me look rather ridiculous. Not that I cared at the moment. All that I wanted was to make up with him, so I could go back to bed.

“I’m such an idiot, I know, baby… today was supposed to be special, and I ruined it like always,” Saeyoung said, taking my hand and giving it a squeeze.

I pursed my lips, looking at our hands and squeezing back.

“Sae, it’s not like you meant to be stupid. You didn’t know. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that, but when I saw you working all day I got so pissed off.”

“I know… and I didn’t mean what I said. I was just tired and stressed. You don’t deserve that… not on our anniversary,” He said, a tear falling down his cheek.

“Sae, baby, please… don’t cry.”

I reached up to cup his face, trying to smile as best as I could given the circumstances. My body was practically swaying I was so god damn tired. But I needed to show him that I was okay. Saeyoung is very fragile and sensitive when it comes to my feelings. I don’t want him to think that I’m angry at him anymore.

He did do something incredibly stupid. He did act like a jerk. But that was okay, because I know he didn’t mean it. I know how stressed he can be. It was my fault for coming into the office and pushing him. Knowing full well that he was busy.

It was just a big day for us. Our three year anniversary. I wanted to spend all day with him. So when I saw that he was on the computer working I lost my mind. He and I both said things that were with the intent of hurting the other, and thats not how a couple should solve things. That’s not at all how we should treat one another.

“I’m so stupid for forgetting our anniversary. I don’t deserve you, Ashley,” Saeyoung mumbled, “We’re about to get married, and I can’t even give you a damn anniversary gift without making you cry.”

“Shhh… don’t say another word. You already know how I feel. Saeyoung, I don’t care anymore that you forgot. I know work is stressful enough without me barging in here like fhat. It’s one day we can share together tomorrow. Your health is more important to me than some stupid argument we had over a day. I’m not saying the day isn’t important for us, because it’s the day that you became my whole work. That’s exactly why I was so pissed. But you didn’t forget… you just got lost in the job, got stressed out, and I didn’t see that.”

“But… I forgot the most important day.”

“We can celebrate tomorrow, sweetie. It’s not worth all the gross things that we said. It’s really not. It reminded me of before… when you pushed me away and I… I never wanna go back to that.”

“We won’t… we won’t, I promise. I’m here for you, forever. You hear me?”

Saeyoung cupped my face in his hands, staring deeply into my eyes.

“I love you… I’m going to marry you. We’re going to get that rocket ship, go to the space station and have the most beautiful wedding you’ve ever dreamed of. I’m not going anywhere, and that’s never going to happen again.”

I smiled softly, feeling tears falling down my own cheeks as well. Sae quickly swiped them from my face, leaning down to kiss me softly.

“I’m so sorry, Ashley. For everything. I’ll be sure to never ever ever forget this day again. Or get so caught up in work again. Because you’re my life now,” He said, softly.

He peppered more kisses onto my face, smiling when I started to giggle.

He yanked me down into the bed, settling back underneath the covers. My head laid on his chest, securely bound by his arms that were wrapped around me. Saeyoung kissed the top of my head, locking his legs with my own. We returned to the calmness that we had moments ago, my eyes feeling heavy from sleep.

“Goodnight, kitten. I’ll see you in my dreams.”

I smiled, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

“Goodnight, Saebae…”