#mystic messenger ff

[asterjennifer]

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You woke up this morning with alerting senses in your belly roaming around.

Something felt off by the moment you stretched your limbs. A vibe inside the room that almost made you shudder without reason.

Confused, you figured it's just one of those mornings where you start off by feeling somewhat disoriented. Everyone had that from time to time, it wouldn't have been the first time to experience something similar.

Therefore you decided to scroll your phone for a while before getting up. But no matter how many cute cat videos popped up on your screen, the feeling stood in the room like an elephant.

Defeated and also unsure how to shake it, you just stood up. Maybe a little walk before having breakfast would help you out....

So you got ready for the day as per usual. Picking your clothes, your shoes, taking care of your appearance and teeth in the bathroom after brushing your hair. Just the typical procedure. You frowned after putting on the jacket. It's weird to not run into one of the twins when you're literally living in their bunker alongside them.

Normally, you'd either run into Saeyoung, being the kind soul that he his, preparing the breakfast for everyone. Or you'd meet Saeran already up due to his sleepless night. Sitting on the couch with a book between his hands.

Nothing though. Neither the former agent nor the bookworm were anywhere to be found. It only worsened this uncomfortable feeling crawling over your skin. Shaking your head the last time, you left the bunker to be kissed by the gentle sun rays. You smiled unconsciously, the warmth on your face immediately had some effect on your mood. Good, you thought. Now things would go back to normal.

Your walk didn't last long, but that wasn't the intention anyway. You preferred being on time to eat together at the table than roaming the streets already familiar to you.

You greeted an old lady on your way back. Sometimes you passed some interesting looking people, leaving you wonder what their story was and how they felt deep inside their hearts.

When you came back in, you finally heard noises coming from the kitchen. It made you smile. You never knew which twin you greeted, it's not that you had a favorite to see first. You liked to play a little guessing game with yourself about it.

And you picked Saeyoung today.

Although the weariness kept following you, you went up to lean into the kitchen frame to find the boy with black jacket and silly attitude facing you with his back. You were right in your guess.

However, he was weirdly silent. Saeyoung loved to listen to music while preparing food. He hummed tunes of older series or simply just tapped his foot on the floor to find a rhythm. There's nothing going on. He was only cutting carrots, pretty untypical for him to be so focused on only one task.

»Good morning, Saeyoung.« You chimed into the kitchen with a light voice.

The man wearing glasses turned around and you expect a smile to find. You're taken aback as your assumption was proven to be false. His eyes were half lidded in annoyance as he had a straight line of lips. It took you off guard so heavily, that you couldn't find your voice for a second.

»If you need the counter, give me five minutes. I'm almost done.«

What the... You blinked in confusion. Saeyoung turned back around, waiting for no answer since he went straight back to cutting. You had no idea what that kind of respond was, especially from him. This was more something that Saeran would say when he's busy.

»Um...« Unsure what's going on, you frowned. »Saeyoung.. Are you okay? You sound like you're in a bad mood.«

The guy in front didn't stop cutting, although his shoulders lifted just enough for you to notice that it was sigh. He waved his left hand in a manner that's close to being offensive.

»Yes, I'm fine. Now let me finish my salad.«

Clueless as to what's going on, you let it go for now. Something's definitely shady, regardless what he said about being okay. His tone of voice and word choice spoke otherwise. Perhaps he'd had a horrible nightmare that ruined his night.

You went back into the living room. This interaction didn't contribute anything to feel less uncomfortable, what in the world was going on? Your hand reached up to scratch your hair.

»(N)!« A happy voice brought your mind back to reality.

Before realizing, someone pulled you into a tight hug. You failed to catch your breath, instead a louder gasp left your lips. The affectionate gesture's luckily released before you could've blacked out from lack of oxygen.

»How have you slept? You good this morning?«

The redhead in front asked, to which you nodded amused.

»Yeah! I had a good morning until I almost got killed!«

You said with a humourous note to your voice. As you lifted your eyes to meet the happy face, you instantly froze in shock.

»That's fantastic,« Saeran said with a wide smile. »I slept like a stone tonight, for a second I thought I died when waking up.«

It was an attempt to make you laugh, but hearing his usually torn vocals actually bring out a loud laugh sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes shone so brightly blue that you could've mistaken them for the sky you just walked under a few minutes ago. The bags underneath his eyes somehow gone. Or overshadowed by his energized demeanor.

He continued starring at you, considering you couldn't help but stare at him in return. Yet his smile didn't vanish from his face, instead he lifted an eyebrow and bumped your shoulder carefully.

»What staring at, hm? I know I look good, but you don't have to leave your jaw open for me.«

The teasing tone underneath the bubbly voice that's not his, you couldn't help but take a step back. Then you frowned before checking him out.

Surely there's an explanation as to what's going on. Did they accidentally swapped their clothing? Did they have a bet you're unaware of, to see who's going to be one holding play pretend the longest? Or maybe, just maybe..

»You two are pranking me, aren't you?«

You asked cautious albeit firm. At this point you had no other reason for this to be happening. Perhaps you're still asleep? But then why did the sun on your skin felt so real? Your head started throbbing a tiny bit.

»Pranking you?« Saeyoung asked when coming out of the kitchen.

A salad bowl in the hand, serious expression on his face as if you'd just insulted him. Almost a hint of disgust by mentioning a prank. And that coming from none other than the Prankster himself.

He shook his head. »I rather go to a party than playing pranks.«

Saeran leaned his weight from both to one leg, lifting his arms cluelessly. »Why? Pranks are fun. They can give you a bit of pep!«

Saeyoung growled as his twin moved towards him, giving him a shove with the hip. Almost trying to bring some light air into the room.

At this point you're neither convinced nor uncertain they are simply messing with your sanity for whatever, inexplicable reason. You watched as Saeyoung rolled his eyes at Saeran, when he actually initiated a hug.

A real hug, mind you. He tried placing his arms around his older twin brother. Who happened to refuse affection from Saeran of all people. It only made him whine dramatically as a result.

»Alright.« You said, turning on your heels with a have of the hand. »I go to bed... I'm out.«

The twins left you alone after you closed the door. For a moment they only looked at each other before Saeran's facial expression changed into somewhat worrying feelings.

»Is she okay today...? She looked so irritated.«

He mumbled while pressing his fingers to his cheek. Saeyoung sighed deeply as he decided to pick the fork and finally eat his salad.

»I don't care.« He claimed dry. »I go and eat my food now.«

»Oh, can you give me a bite big bro?~ I'm really hungry..«

»Make your own food, for God's sake.«

»Aw man... You're really no fun.«

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[yoosungisbabie]

alone with you

jumin x mc

rating: T

warnings: slight angst, kissing♡

word count: 1.7k

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summary

All they want is time.

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When she agreed to marry him, she believed she was ready for whatever would come her way. Merging their lives would take time, and she accepted that.

She never thought it would be so hard to get a moment alone with her fiancé.

They’d agreed early on that living together should wait until after their marriage. That didn’t stop him from paying for an apartment mere blocks from his building in Seoul. Despite that, he left for work in the early mornings, making her windows to visit him at home slim and far apart.

She continued the job of her own, juggling her management position along with wedding preparations. Meetings with their planner were mostly about making decisions, but the finality of said decisions was never sure. She wanted to consult Jumin first, but his schedule was more packed than ever.

C&R’s stocks were soaring in price, the news of the wedding was all over, and the continued lawsuit against Sarah and Glam Choi kept Jumin running a nonstop marathon. She continually offered to help both him and Jaehee, but there was never much she could do to truly help.

When she had time, Jumin’s father took up what he could of it. He wanted to learn all about her, though she wished Jumin could accompany her. His father was a kind man, but he had his opinions about their relationship. All she could do was smile and nod, wanting to keep peace and harmony between all parties.

Her own parents were waiting for the first opportunity to meet Jumin in person, but even a month after the party, everything was still too hectic.

But, there would come moments when they were finally alone.

Sometimes they would just hold each other, opting for physical comfort to fill the short minutes they were allowed. Other times, they would spill their whole days out in the air.

On most occasions, they would share Jumin’s lunch. She would visit his office and greet a disheveled Jaehee, closing the door of Jumin’s office behind her. An hour felt so short as they ate slowly and talked, catching each other up on all the little details.

And other times, like that day, she’d had enough. An hour a day with her husband-to-be was not sufficient, and she knew he felt the same.

“Jumin, do you have time?”

The answer was, and probably always would be, no, but perhaps he’d heard the tone of her voice through the phone. The exhaustion, the longing in the way she breathed out, and so he replied, “Yes.”

“Where are you?” was what immediately followed, and she took a long, deep inhale.

“I’m home. Would you be able to—“

“I’m leaving now,” he cut in, his voice gentle yet urgent. Despite the excitement blossoming in her stomach, she looked up, glancing around her messy apartment. He’d only visited once, just after the small abode had been purchased nearly a month ago. It had become cluttered since then; there was barely enough time to sleep anymore.

“Arrive safely, please,” she smiled, hearing him moving about quickly. He chuckled shortly, halting to place all his attention on her once more.

“I can’t wait to see you,” he replied, sounding resolute as he sighed.

They said goodbye, her hands tingling in anticipation.

The five minutes his trip took felt like hours, but she tried to busy herself with tidying up. She shakily folded blankets and arranged her shoes neatly on the floor.

She heard his footfalls before his gentle knock pierced the door, her body lunging for the handle immediately.

There he was, Jumin Han, standing in her doorway. The anxious anticipation in his eyes simmered into a warm, glowing fondness that she could almost feel against her skin.

“Hello, my love,” he sighed, grinning crookedly. She laughed slightly, reaching forward to take his hand in hers and lead him into the apartment and close the door behind him.

“I’ve missed you,” she said, letting her hand fall from his only to be able to wrap her arms around his middle. He returned her embrace immediately, their bodies melting into each other.

She felt the way his tense shoulders deflated against her, her own body buzzing from the immediate relief she felt at having him in her arms.

She was the first to pull away, looking up at him with complete adoration and overflowing gratitude. He returned her gaze, looking her over and nodding to himself happily.

“I’m glad to see you’re doing well,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. She pursed her lips, shooting him a knowing look.

“I am now,” she replied just as quietly, watching his smile migrate from his eyes to his lips. He reached forward, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead and igniting a small fire in the pit of her stomach.  

“Your apartment looks lovely, by the way,” he commented, drawing his eyes up and past her.

“Thank you,” she smiled, turning in his hold to look behind herself. Jumin hadn’t been able to visit her apartment since the initial purchase, and although she’d sent him numerous pictures after furnishing it, she was still excited to show him around.

“Would you like to see?” she wondered, intertwining her fingers with his and blinking up at him. He nodded once, smiling down at her and squeezing her hand.

She walked him through her living space, briefly explaining the reasoning behind her decorations as he followed behind her. He let her speak, more than content to listen to her voice for hours on end.

When they finished, she absentmindedly led him back towards the kitchen, eyeing the door and feeling a wave of bitter anticipation wash over her.

Jumin stopped a single pace behind her, their hands still tangled together at their sides. She turned back to look at him, longing to take in his presence for as long as possible.

The way he looked down at her reminded her of the first time they’d met at his penthouse. He’d simply stared into her eyes, making her cheeks grow warm and her heart flutter in her chest. Jumin later revealed that he’d wanted to kiss her the moment he laid eyes on her, and the memory brought another gentle smile to her lips.

She couldn’t fathom how much she’d taken their time together for granted. No part of her wanted Jumin to go through the same pain as those days when Elizabeth went missing, but to have that time alone with him once more would be all she would ever ask for again.

Her free hand moved to Jumin’s upper arm, her fingers curling around his bicep loosely as she stepped closer.

“Thank you for coming,” she whispered, hugging his arm to her chest as he looked down at her curiously.

“I’m yours,” he replied simply, making her next breath hitch in her throat. His eyes followed the way her lips parted, a near-silent gasp for air. His free hand rose to meet her cheek, his thumb stroking her temple.

“Good,” she let out, moving her hand from his arm to his shoulder to steady herself. They both leaned in to kiss each other, meeting in the middle blissfully.

The way Jumin kissed her could easily convince anyone that he really did have all the time in the world. His slow, precise movements made warmth bubble in her chest and made her knees feel like buckling. It was more than a kiss; it was a study, an exploration. Her instinctual movements, her reactions, the way her body responded to his; Jumin took his time to commit it all to memory.

All of her senses were heightened and dialed into him, and the gentle way his hand was pressing into her waist was making everything feel fuzzy around the edges.

Jumin pulled away for a desperate breath, and she barely stopped herself from chasing after him. She blinked up at him, seeing his dazed eyes move past her to focus on the wall just behind her.

“On second thought, my love,” he breathed, gazing down at her once more. “Some of your design choices are abysmal. You should remove the clock from the wall.” She pressed her lips together, staring up at him in mild confusion while his hand still hadn’t moved from her side.

“How dare you let time pass while we’re together?” he whispered, making her lips split into a grin that bubbled into a laugh as she shook her head.

“I’m sorry,” she giggled, pushing some of his hair from his eyes as he smiled playfully down at her. “How rude of me,” she replied softly, running a thumb across his cheekbones and reveling in the warmth just beneath his skin.

Meeting his eyes might have finally made her legs give out if he hadn’t been holding her up with him. What little of his irises weren’t shadowed seemed to burn as he took her in completely, and the sight made her heart struggle to beat properly.

She parted her lips to speak, thinking for a brief moment that maybe she could continue his joke and make him laugh as well. But any reply slipped her mind when his gaze shifted to her mouth, making her thoughts sizzle into nothing but that of kissing him even once more.

A breath before their lips met again, his phone buzzed needily in his suit pocket as it was pressed between his chest and hers. She met his eyes, watching as the euphoria in them faded all too quickly. He pulled away just enough to reach in and silence the call, frowning slightly at her. She replied with a gentle smile, reaching up to press an understanding kiss to his lips that he restrained himself from deepening.

“I want more time,” he breathed as she pulled away, his fingers splaying across her lower back in order to keep her right where she was. She nodded in agreement, waiting for that familiar disappointment to settle in her chest.

But as she watched the way he was willing to melt for her, to drop everything, all she felt blooming in her stomach was relief. Jumin was hers, and she was his. A moment alone would never be enough, but they’d promised each other a lifetime.

“We have it, Jumin,” she replied simply, watching his eyes as they took her in completely. “All the time in the world.”

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thank you all so much for reading! I stressed over the editing and wording of this one because I wanted it to be perfect but! nothing will ever be posted if I need it to be perfect so here we are!

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[cloudcountry]

mystic messenger spoilers (another story & secret endings)

it is so clear to me that some people in the mystic messenger fandom do not understand how abuse victims react to being abused. did ygys serious expect v to just break away from rika and tell everyone what was going on...OF COURSE HE DIDN'T? even in HIS OWN ROUTE he's still finding ways to justify what rika did to him because "she's not that bad." like ya okay v was an enabler and used her in order to process the trauma of losing his mother (and i'm not saying he was right for that or that what he did was okay because he's a victim) but ygys cannot SIT HERE and act like v was unreasonable for not telling the rfa everything.

[mysticqueer]

‘working theory’ - ch.1/?

takes place during day 8 of Ray’s route- what if MC put together the connection between Seven and Saeran all on her own?

Your thumbs hovered uselessly over the digital keyboard.

Zen and Seven were talking in the chatroom, mood far more somber than usual. If you were silent for too long, they might start to get concerned. Which, well-- you almost wish they were. But for the sake of your safety you needed to give the impression that nothing was wrong.

Which made bringing up the next topic of conversation nonchalantly a real challenge.

MC: Hey Seven... can I ask you a random question?

Your heart pounded as you mustered the courage to ask even that. It wasn’t like you had any solid proof behind your theory, just a gut instinct. The hours you spent staring at Seven’s ridiculous cosplay photos, the icy way that Ray spoke about the redheaded hacker...

You knew, deep down, that this was likely a bad idea. But your curiosity always got the better of you. That’s how you’d ended up in this situation, after all. You felt like you were being watched, a constant presence over your shoulder, watching your every move. Of course, you knew it wasn’t just paranoia. Saeran was surely watching you over the cameras right now, just like always. You fought the tension trying to take over your body.

707: I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to answer

707: depending on what it’s about.

707: but you’re always free to ask. what’s up?

Seven’s serious tone, as always, hurt your heart just a little bit. He was normally so upbeat and quirky. The events of the last few days were clearly weighing on him.

You tell yourself, unconvincingly, that it will be fine. It’s not as if you’re sending out a flare for help. You aren’t technically doing anything you aren’t supposed to. You take a deep breath and type.

MC: Do you... have a brother?

...

Silence.

Then...

- 707 has left the chatroom. -

Your blood turns cold in your veins. You weren’t sure what you’d been expecting. You’d been hoping, perhaps, for some lighthearted, joking reply. Something that would disprove your theory once and for all.

Zen is typing something, but you pay little attention, your thoughts racing. Suddenly-

Incoming Call - 707

You should reject it. You should really reject it. You’re almost certain that Saeran knows about what you said, and you doubt he’ll be happy. Talking further to Seven would only be digging your grave even deeper. At this point would it be better to tell the truth, ask for help, and hope for the best? Or to try and play it off as nothing, dissuade his suspicions?

You hit the ‘answer’ button without thinking.

“MC?” Seven’s tone is light, with barely concealed tension and urgency. He’s trying to hide how your question affected him, you’re almost sure. He’s a secret agent, normally so good at hiding his true feelings. Hearing him like this... emotions so barely concealed, was unnerving.

“Hey...” you answer lamely. Play it off, or ask for help? Do you even have time for either? The blinking red light of the security camera in your room feels like hot breath on your neck.

“MC, sorry about leaving so suddenly, but I... why did you ask me that?” Seven asks in a tight voice. He can’t seem to quite collect his thoughts. You can relate.

“Oh- it’s nothing, I just, uh... saw somebody who I thought looked like you...”

A sharp intake of breath, and then... nothing?

“Seven?”

“...”

You look down at your phone, and find the screen blank. No phone call. No messenger. Just error text. Your heart drops.

BANG

The door to your room suddenly slams open. In steps the boy in the suit with white hair, his eyes furious.

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His heart pounding, his breaths shallow, Seven-no, Saeyoung, types rapidly at his computer. He’s most certainly Saeyoung now, not Seven. Thirty seconds. It took thirty seconds and a single line of text to strip away his carefully built armor named 707. Now it’s just Saeyoung, his hands shaking as he tries desperately to restore his connection with MC.

Why would she ask him that?

The question itself had been one thing. It could have been innocuous. But MC, and her situation, were unbelievably suspicious at best. Even though he believed MC herself to have no bad intent, her situation and relationship with the hacker was sketchy enough to make him wary of trusting her.

Why would she ask him that?

He’d called her on impulse, which may have been a bad idea. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but it wasn’t how her voice had sounded, quiet and so hesitant. Scared. She’d sounded almost scared.

He hadn’t expected his connection to cut out so suddenly, lines of reckless and aggressive code pasting itself over his screen in almost an instant.

Saeran... Saeran was somehow involved in this.

In what manner, he didn’t know. But clearly, this hacker, who was unbelievably and scarily efficient, didn’t want him to know.

He... he needed to call V.

V. The man’s name was starting to feel like a bitter taste in his mouth.

But first, he needed to get back into contact with MC. He hoped to God that she was alright, but he also knew better. For the sake of MC, and for the sake of Saeran, he needed to find the truth. He needed to find them before-

Connection Restored

Saeyoung didn’t even have time to breathe as he frantically opened MC’s contact and hit ‘call’. It was definitely going through. He’d broken through the hacker’s code, and the phone rang on the other end. He felt like a statue, completely and utterly still.

There was no answer.

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Roleplay Info

Hey all!

I'm Kaity, 24, looking for (hopefully long-term) rp partners whether fandom or OC!

Preferences:

1v1 or 2v2 are totally welcome! My personal fave is a 2v2 with OCXCC and

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Prefer third person writing

Not picky on length, but at the least 3-4 sentences

Open to FF, MxM, or FM, but I am almost always wanting to be the sub!

I totally understand life being busy so no rush on responding, just give me a heads up!

I'm okay with smut but l'll be honest I suck at it

I'm totally okay with darker themes and stories, no real triggers that are a no no except excessive smut, or incest

Fandoms:

- [ ] Death Note

- [ ] Hetalia

- [ ] Homestuck

- [ ] Spice and Wolf

- [ ] Soul Eater

- [ ] Ouran High School Host Club

- [ ] Attack on Titan

AUs/Concepts/Open To:

- [ ] High school au

- [ ] Enemies to lovers

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I used to rp often but haven’t in years. Feel free to message me I’d love to make new friends!! Open to using fb messenger, tumblr or discord or snap for it!!

My current itch is any hetalia rp or a 2v2 of my Oc interested in L and your two people of choic e. Open to Doing fandom pairings or oc inserts!

[viasdreams]

your first written fic, and it’s THIS GOOD!! It was soo fun to read, you’re so talented i swear 🤌🏼

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tbh i did forget that i technically have written ff before (a mystic messenger thing i wrote a few years ago and a chenji like horror au thing i wrote on ao3) BUT this was my first drabble for tumblr so it counts 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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Thank you, @cinnamontails-ff, for tagging me - I really enjoy filling out these things 🙈

How many works do you have on AO3? 25.

What's your total AO3 word count? 50,253

What fandoms do you write for? I am currently writing for Baldur's Gate, and I'm thinking of dipping my toes into Spy x Family, but according to AO3 I have written for: Baldur's Gate, Layton Brothers: Mystery Room (the iOS spin-off), Professor Layton, Persona 4, Pokemon, Welcome to Night Vale, Fire Emblem: Awakening, League of Legends, Frozen, Resident Evil (Village, to be specific), Lovely Complex, and Mystic Messenger. Additionally, from Fanfiction.net, I have written for Twilight, Legend of Zelda, Doctor Who as well.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. Pecking Order - Fire Emblem Awakening (305 kudos) 2. Backseat Gamer - Lovely Complex (237 kudos - smaller fandoms are sleepers, I swear) 3. The Rules Don't Apply - Layton Brothers: Mystery Room (218 kudos) 4. Happy Birthdays - Layton Brothers: Mystery Room (163 kudos) 5. Trapped in the Courtroom - Layton Brothers: Mystery Room (146 kudos)

Do you respond to comments? I used to not - mainly because I forgot my AO3 details and I never checked it! I don't actually get emails from AO3 to let me know I've gotten comments, so by the time I'd noticed it would be months ago that someone had left it. But I'm more on top of it now, and I try to reply to everyone who comments to thank them for their time at least.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Got me out here checking my fics and trying to remember what's what - I think I tend to avoid angst because I have to fight myself on the daily to get out of that mindset, and mentally I'm not quite separated enough from it to be able to look at it objectively without it absolutely ruining my mood. Apparently my angstiest fic in AO3 in general is Accepting Defeat, and on the grand scheme of things it's actually quite mild, so there you go. There's probably some borderline depressing things on my Fanfiction.net account, given I was a teenager with no emotional regulation back then, but I ain't digging for that.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I love 'love'. I love hope. I love happy endings. Soooo this question is actually terribly difficult for me. Hang on, let me have a look at the old catalogue and see. I'll give you the gremlin is encumbered again, only because that made me laugh the most and I really liked exploring that minor camp dynamic in BG3 for the ending.

Do you get hate on fics? Thankfully, no - I usually write for smaller fandoms so normally people are just stoked to see content.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I've only recently started, so I'm still working on it. I have a few on the pipeline but my first one is my currently only contribution to the Resident Evil: Village fandom, and it's for the Heisenhoes. I like to provide.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I don't have any crossovers published anywhere but I'm sure I've written them when I was younger, in some notebook somewhere, but nothing comes to mind. It was definitely, most likely, an anime x anime crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I am aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not that I am aware of!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No - I have commitment issues and writing comes and goes for me as a hobby.

What's your all-time favourite ship? Oh god, this is hard. I don't know!

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't write multi-chapter things because I am useless, but I did have this Egoshipping fanfic I wrote that I have published in Fanfiction.net (I really ought to move it to AO3 - maybe I'll rewrite it). It's called Being Second (warning, that's a fanfiction.net link), and it was pretty angsty but the last update for it was nearly 10 years ago now.

What are your writing strengths? I'd like to think I do humour pretty well.

What are your writing weaknesses? Oh, boy, where do we start? I can't finish anything multi-chapter for the life of me because I lose interest so quick, and the weight of expectation gets to me. I can't be consistent with anything, and I've only started writing out plot instead of just pantsing it with no general idea of what I'm doing. I tend to get lost in characterisation because I'm too self-indulgent. I have a lot.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Here's the cringe bit, because I was young when I started writing - I used to type out Japanese phrases in romaji in my Detective Conan fanfics. It definitely would take me out of the experience now if I were reading it, so it might be a bit jarring if not done right.

First fandom you wrote for? I'm checking fanfiction.net for this one, because that's where your girl's roots are. Apparently, Twilight! 2009.

Favourite fic you've written? Please don't make me choose between my children. I'm proud of everything that I put out, because it is a battle to even muster up the courage to put myself out there in that way. BUT if I had to, I would pick Pecking Order, not because it's the one with the most Kudos but because I genuinely blow my own mind when I read it, thinking 'I wrote this?'

I can't think of anyone to tag so I'll leave an open invite to whoever would like to fill this out too 🥰

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

OC Ramblings: Love and Deepspace

If you suddenly noticed that I stopped frantically posting, there's a reason for it! My hyperfixation switched to a very thirsty otome game called Love and Deepspace. Sorry BG3, I'll come back to you later.

Is this the fault of a friend of mine? Absolutely. Am I enjoying my time in hell? Also absolutely. If you've never heard of it, it's hard to explain, but if you like ✨the yearning✨ and also doing cute things with some fairly interesting love interests, you'll probably be into it. My last otome game was Mystic Messenger ffs, and I really like this game.

If you want a boyfriend review, my boyfriend describes it as "the most tumblr-ass plotline he's ever heard of", so let that decide you.

Anyway, I'm not here to discuss the game, as much as I could ramble on abt it. I'm here to discuss my OCs. Keep in mind that as per usual, I took the narrative and plotline and threw it directly out the window, and added new things. Also it's a "girl dates boys" otome game, unsurprisingly, so I made queer headcanons. Let's get into it.

Quick thing, all of my OCs know each other and relatively grew up together, bc MC needs actual friends besides Tara.

Maybe it's because I'm reading a lot of villainess and isekai romance manwha lately, but MC just constantly being passed around by a bunch of dudes who all have hangups on her and absolutely NO friends besides the rarely mentioned Tara drives me bonkers.

Andromeda

Let's start with the easiest.

Age: 27

Height: 5'8

Birthday: April 17th

Sign: Aries

Job: Hunter/Coop division

Evol: Touch-based memory retention

Workplace: Hunter's Association

Love Interest: Xavier

Andromeda is by far the most reckless of the group. She's stern, she's blunt, and she's hard to connect with. She keeps her walls high, but anyone who knows her knows it comes from fear and love in equal measure.

Andromeda is Not the MC, so she works in a specialized division known as COOP. Unlike UNICORNS, this is an emergency response team meant to be on the front lines. They're often away from Linkon, working as one task force where catastrophic levels of metaflux is found. When needs aren't as high, they help out other divisions as well, so they've got quite a bit of notoriety.

Andy's particular evol, as listed above, is "touched based memory retention". This essentially means that any person, place, or object she touches she can recall fragments of their memories. However, because that's such an overload of information, she can only do it a select number of times and suffers massive migraines as a result.

She's Xavier's girl! I took the whole "MC has lived a billion lives with these four dudes" and split it into different threads. Andromeda is the girl who met Xavier in school and eventually passed away, and due to her ability, she recalls brief slivers of her life before, although Xavier himself is a blur. Go figure. Because Xavier is the MC's partner and Andromeda is friends with the MC, they're doing a slow song and dance that is driving everyone else insane.

As for her backstory in this life, she's actually the adopted sister of another OC, River. They were both adopted after the Catastrophe by a lovely woman and her son, and Andromeda is very close to her older adoptive brother, Evariste, as a result. Out of all my OCs, Andromeda is probably the most well-adjusted.

River

If you guessed that he's Rafayel's boy, you're correct! And also transmasc for the win.

Age: 27

Height: 5'8 1/2

Birthday: June 21st

Sign: Cancer

Job: bodyguard

Evol: Water

Workplace: wherever the hell Rafayel is

Love Interest: Rafayel

To be honest, I'm still working out if River has another job besides bodyguard. I think he tried for a bit, but gave up to keep up with the demands of Rafayel. His friends tease him and call him a sugar baby.

River is, in fact, transmasc. I myself am transmasc so it made sense that at least one was. Also, out of all of the love interests, Rafayel seems to be the sort who loves the soul not the body, and although it's been an adjustment, he's enjoying himself.

River is an extremely laid back, playful individual. He has a serious side and a temper, but they're hard to find. River can't cook for the life of him, but he's a cleaning fiend, so it works out. He is, essentially, a househusband, and I love him for it.

River is Not the MC. In fact, normally I play around with the idea of how much of a slap in the face it would be to Rafayel if this time, in this lifetime, the "girl" that he loved so much was reborn as a Lemurian. Don't @ me, I love mermaids. Plus it creates some delicious angst and some fun pieces of playful mentoring. Raf is guarded as much as he is a drama queen, and I think that would gentle some with a Lemurian who's still relatively new to the world overall.

River's backstory is...hm. It keeps changing. The constant is that Andromeda is his adoptive sister, and no matter how hard I try to write him otherwise, he always ends up Lemurian, so I threw my hands up and called it a day. Fine, be a fishie. Right now, his backstory is that he was adopted by a Lemurian woman, Renee, and her son, Evariste, alongside Andromeda. He lost his parents around the time of the Catastrophe, same as pretty much everyone else, and Renee has been raising him since. He's tattooed to hell and probably the first to actually get with his love interest, considering he's fairly direct with his emotions. His best friend is Kit, who will be mentioned later.

Kiri

The MC...sort of? Welcome to angst town.

Age: 28

Height: 5'0

Birthday: February 14th

Sign: Aquarius

Job: Hunter

Evol: Resonance

Workplace: Hunter's Association

Love Interest: Zayne/Grim Reaper

Kiri is the MC...or rather, a version of it. Dreamwalker Zayne is and always will be my favorite. In that alternate universe Kiri is adopted by Doctor Noah and his human son, Peter (or Pie), and is raised in Snowcrest, long after Linkon City is gone.

Kiri is my take on the MC. It drives me insane how naive and sometimes rude MC can be, when I wanted a relatively level-headed woman. Cue the trauma.

Kiri is a thought experiment into "why doesn't the MC exist in Dreamwalker world", and for me, that answer is simple. She dies. In a little village out in the middle of nowhere, her brother turns into an abomination and takes out Doctor Noah and her. End of story.

Or is it?

In an alternate version of this, she's shoved into the pantry, the door barricaded by her father, in an attempt to keep her safe from the abomination that is her brother. He perishes in front of the door, and for three days, Kiri is stuck in there with the abomination just outside, until suddenly everything goes quiet, and the door swings open. Queue Grim Reaper, our Dreamwalker Zayne. Ironically, in this version, Kiri is the medical professional. She's a triage nurse, and she pretty much bullies Zayne into letting her stitch up his injuries, and then accompanies him. It's hard to accept the death of her family, but logically, she understands why, and that what Zayne did is a mercy killing.

Of course they fall in love, Zayne is still having his dreams and it's confusing with the woman by his side, and then tragedy strikes again and Kiri finds herself shunted to another world, waking up away from her Zayne, in an apartment, staring at a twin version of herself, recently deceased. The universe needs to fill an unexpected gap, and it chose her, leaving her Zayne alone and Kiri in this world.

Naturally, angst. This Zayne becomes aware that Nurse Kiri is not the girl from his childhood, but the two of them do their best together in a situation where they're longing for a version of each other that neither one can ever touch, and falling in love despite it.

You're welcome.

Kiri is very sweet and gentle, but she was a triage nurse and also accompanied Dreamwalker Zayne, so she's far more prepared for the challenges that lie ahead, as opposed to this universe's Kiri.

Kit

What do you do with a girl like Kitty Hale? Idk, make her an assassin, I guess.

Age: 26

Height: 5'11

Birthday: January 1st

Sign: Capricorn

Job: Assassin/Second to Onychinus

Evol: none

Workplace: Onychinus

Love Interest: Sylus

Originally, Kit started as a joke. Again, as mentioned earlier, I've been reading a lot of isekai romance manwha earlier, and wondered what it would look like to have an isekai'd person in this world. Also yes, I named her Kitty as a joke for Sylus and then it stuck.

That didn't last long, and Kit became a permanent fixture.

Kit is impulsive, brash, and feisty, unless she's working. Her switch between stoic professionalism and exasperated chaos being is a fun one, not to mention she's easily flustered by her boss. She grew up with River, Andromeda, and the original Kiri, with Kiri and Caleb being her childhood friends. Needless to say original Kiri's naivete and Kit's bullheaded nature clashed hard and often, and so her feelings on original Kiri's death are... complicated.

Not to mention she's one of the few people who knows original Kiri has passed on.

Kit was reborn into this world from another variant universe, where she was raised as an assassin. Sort of a fun "fantasy equivalent" of LaDs, without evol or Wanderers. So when she was reborn into this world she was utterly confused, considering she's met the love interests and her friends before as completely different people, but she's doing her best. And honestly, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. She grew up and went right back to doing assassin work, in which she was eventually hired to try and take out Sylus. She made it all the way into his bedroom before he beat her ass, but he was so impressed by her even getting there, he offered her a job.

And so began the strange, two year courtship of Kitty Hale.

They're my favorite slowburn, ngl. Kit has a lot of hangups and Sylus finds himself slowly drawn to his pretty feral assassin, who eventually works her way up to being his second. She's incredibly devoted and hardworking, so as much as she'll snap at him when they're home, the moment it's time to be serious, she's hyperfocused. Kieran is also her favorite person, and they get up to so much chaos. Sylus will never financially recover from this.

Despite her backstory that I frankly left a lot out of on purpose (because I put way too much of my own trauma in it and you don't need to see that), part of the fun of writing Kit and Sylus is watching her carefully come out of her shell around the most dangerous person in the N109 Zone, and how much he finds himself softening in response to that tender heart. Love those two so much.

Anyway, if you've made it to this point, thanks for reading! Plenty will be corrected and changed the more I play the game (and whenever I get more Myth cards *shakes my fist*) and the more the game and lore develops. As always, pls don't steal my OCs. I spend way too much time in brainrot abt them, and make a fuckton of unnecessary lore.

Love y'all!

[asterjennifer]

I read your Suit SaeranxMC ask where MC was almost kidnapped and Suit lost his shit and was wondering: we know Seven has enemies, hell his own father wants him dead

What would happen if MC was in a similar situation but Seven saved her at the last second?

🎀 Interesting take on, my dear! 🎀

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Hands down

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: 707 x Reader

Category: Angst (Fluff)

Warnings: Attempt Kidnapping

Word count: 1579

Summary: Cold shoulder doesn't imply no rescue when it comes down to it.

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His sweat was running; his hands burned the metal he'd taken from the back of his car after arriving in more than a hurry. He'd told you to stay in the apartment for your own safety, considering there's not only the face of his brother being part of the opponent group who guided you to the RFA. Ever since leaving behind Vanderwood at his bunker, Saeyoung had been standing on hot coals with their wellbeing. So why couldn't you simply listen when telling you're in great danger? Even more so than before?

Was it curiosity, perhaps it's anticipation to cope with the fact of him snapping at you. And there you disobeyed either way; leaving the walls once he's out in order to gather needed equipment for his research. It's no surprise as he should've known you're owning a talent for causing problems by now. However, he'd not figured you're that tired of life by discharging his warnings. The moment he realized that the car in front of the apartment was not just familiar in brand, but also one he's well acquainted with ever since joining the agency unwillingly, the panic set in. With speed of light he chased down the stairs, knowing exactly what would happen if he's incapable of rescuing you.

These hackers knew even less fun than most of his place. It's his luck for having not only his gun, the taser was hanging at his left side of the belt. Like this he was confident of beating at least five people if managing the defense well. He pushed the doors open, only to be greeted by covered faces that all stared back at the nosie. The shot rang through his ears like a tinnitus; catching too much attention. One of the three guys still holding your unconscious body, ready to be thrown into the trunk. Saeyoung couldn't think; all he's able to see was red and feel the fire that's usually kept in place burn down his body. He lifted the gun, pointing it at the unknown man holding you up.

“You better buckle up and give her back if you wanna walk away alive from this godforsaken place!”

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You've woken up with a pounding headache. Growling low in the back of your throat as the light from above burned through your eyelids, forcing you to turn around to the side. Your body ached and it let you hiss out in pain. Not sure what's going on; you blinked reluctantly until you're making out the color of the walls belonging to the former RFA leader. Seems you're back at the apartment already. You pulled your legs higher while grabbing harder at the soft blankets.

You couldn't remember anything, the last thing flashing into your mind had been how you checked your pockets to ensure you've put your phone away. Ready to leave and get something to eat for Saeoyung and yourself after his hard work. Depsite him treating you coldly, you're not about to let him starve the whole day. Least of all when still feeling painful for his situation, you understood he's pained and needed time to recover and process everything that took place in such a short period of time.

“Ngh… Ugh.”

You sighed annoyed at the scratching pain inside your brain. Frowing your brows together, you turned to the other side and find the surroundings mostly empty. Regardless, Saeyoung stood with the back to you at the kitchen counter, his body crouched a little with his eyes focusing onto he sink. What's with that posture, you thought as suspicions began creeping up your spine. You licked your dry lips; eyes snapping open wide by the taste of blood. You immediately lifted your index finger to the skin, and indeed, your lip must've split.

“Saeyoung…?”

Scared of the thick and gloomy air, you called out for the redhead. His shoulders stiffened up and he grazed your eyes briefly over his shoulder before going back to whatever he's doing over at the other side of the room.

“Don't. Just be quiet.”

The bitter tone left guilt laying heavy in your stomach, twisting your guts until the bed's uncomfortable under your weight. You didn't know what to say since you're unaware what happened, did you fell down and ended up unconscious? Have you perhaps fainted from the lack of exercise? Almost impossible, you're in good shape lately, thus simply blacking out made no sense. You shook your head unaware.

“What happened…?”

He exhaled sharp through his nose; now it's confirmed to you. He was angry. Or maybe even more pissed, for that matter.

“I told you not to leave the damn apartment!”

He hissed back, pulling a white fabric higher and lowering it back down out of your sight. A silent gasp escaped you; it's a bandage.

“I… Did you got hurt?”

You asked worried for his condition. Saeyoung never made the impression of caring for his own health, now you were concerned something injured him instead. The hacker glossed over the question by using the silent treatment at you. Your fingers scratched at the mattress restlessly; what now? Should you keep prying or rather leave him be until he's talking voluntarily? No, you closed your eyes once your world started spinning. It's very likely he's not going to enlighten you by himself. Therefore you cleared your dry throat.

“Have I done something, Saeyoung? It's scary not knowing what happened… Can you please tell me?”

It sounded like pleading in your own ears, not that you would bring the effort to care. The redhead then finally turned back around, his arms covered by the thick jacket again. Letting you continue speculate if he got hurt or not. He carried a glass of water and a plate with selfmade sandwich over, much to your surprise.

“You don't remember?”

He asked while placing food and water down at the nightstand. Seeing you shake your head helplessly.

“Good. Then you don't need to know.”

Not even remotely the answer you've been praying for. You sat up slowly because your body didn't allow you going any faster, unless you would've wanted stringing pain to cruise through your veins.

“Saeyoung… What are you talking about?”

“I told you I have enemies and you're absolutely not safe with me.”

He lectured you for the countless time; amber eyes grounded and hard when looking at you.

“Let this be a lesson, for fuck's sake… You're so damn lucky I noticed early enough.”

Your frown grew deeper as you're not sure what he's referring to. With the back to the wall, you placed both hands next to your mushy body. His expression stayed emotionless; lips pressed into a thin line and only his forehead wrinkled lightly to show his frustration. You titled your head.

“I don't know what happened but… I'm sorry.”

You then turned away your head, facing the floor.

“I didn't mean to cause problems again. But I hope you know that's not your fault.”

For a moment silence filled the air until the hot water rose into the corners of your irritated eyes.

“I like you and I don't want to be a burden. But I also don't wanna leave you.”

The shift of the mattress caught you off guard, jerking up your arm in reflex. He sat at edge while rubbing his face with both hands. The lump blocking the access to the already uneasy air didn't help staying calm.

“You still don't get it. What am I supposed to do.”

The regretful tone of his normally powerful voice caused the tears to run down your cheeks. First hesitant, your hand reached out and came to lay at his shoulder. Thankfully he didn't slap it away or anything, on the contrary. When paying close attention you noticed he unconsciously leaned into your touch.

“Please just… let me be with you. I'm not scared of anything that could happen. I know you protect me, Saeyoung.”

You tried again to convince him about your loyalty. It's the truth anyway, you did want to stay by his side no matter what pain or truth would occur; nothing could change your mind about being close to him. You simply desired for him to finally accept the stubborn albeit determined decision you'd made a while ago. You squeezed his shoulder gently and he stood up shortly afterwards.

“Eat and drink something, please.”

He pointed to the food.

“What about you?”

“I took care already. Start worrying about yourself first…!”

You hummed softly, watching him pull his jacket tighter as he's seeking your eyes again. And this time you saw the entire worry glittering over them.

“If you still think this way after everything is over… Maybe I'm willing to share what happened. For now you need to recover so stop asking questions and rest.”

With that he went back to the space on the floor he'd taken the first day he arrived in order to finish the remanding parts of the job. You pulled the blankets once more; gazing at the many wrinkles it brought. There's not much else to do for now, best would be listening to his words and eat. Although feel stomach's still a little heavy, you did felt hungry.

“Okay. Thank you Saeyoung.”

Your words made him look up when placing the big headphones over his head. His features softened due to your kindhearted gratitude, you both knew.

“Yeah… Whatever. Just don't leave this place without me again.”

“I promise.”

[hananoami]

hello! :)

i’m curious, what other games do you play? i play honkai star rail, wuthering waves, and before i played genshin impact and ff ever crisis.

(this is @letsgauxplay btw hehe. i’m using my main blog to ask).

We’re mutuals from my main as well! Hehe~ 💕 Since this is a side blog I follow and interact from @darkestsprinq 🌸

I had to take step back from playing too many games because some of the dailies were becoming very time consuming. Not enough hours in the day to play all the games I want to. 🫠 So the only gachas I’m actively playing right now are Love & Deepspace, Honkai: Star Rail and Goddess of Victory: Nikke. Having an auto battle option is so nice on my irl schedule. 🥲 I’m also actively playing the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV! :3

I’m a bit of a gacha addict… so other gachas that I’ve played in the past or ones that I’m on a break from include: Genshin Impact, Tears of Themis, Mister Love: Queen’s Choice, Mystic Messenger, Fate/Grand Order, Love Nikki, Shining Nikki, NU: carnival, Arknights, Azur Lane, Honkai 3rd Impact, Fire Emblem Heroes, Wuthering Waves, What in Hell is Bad?, Zen Zenless Zero, Gran Blue Fantasy, SiNoALICE, The Alchemist Code, Seven Knights Idle Adventure, Reverse: 1999, Dear Otome, Food Fantasy, Isekai: Slow Life, and Pokémon Go (does this count?)

Gachas aren’t the only game I play though. I have a wide collection of otome games in my backlog for switch/PC. Some of my favorite otomes include Bustafellows, Olympia Soirée, Collar x Malice, Variable Barricade, Nightshade, and Steam Prison. I also used to play a lot of Animal Crossing: New Horizons, Stardew Valley, Sun Haven, and Sims. Cozy, immersive games like those were my go to during Covid.

Game that I’m looking forward to? INFINITY NIKKI!!

TL;DR. I play way too many games and need to focus on completing my backlog instead of buying more, haha 🙃 Not that I have been anyway. LNDS takes up all of my gacha/games budget. Expensive 3D husbandos…

[yoosungisbabie]

on the ride home

jumin x mc

rating: G

warnings: none♡

word count: 3k

ao3 link

summary

Jumin accompanies Jaehee and MC to view a potential venue for their next RFA party. He doesn't realize how strongly MC affects him.

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“I’ll leave you to think it over. Please let me know if you have any more questions,” the manager said, bowing respectfully as he exited the room.

Jumin fixed his suit jacket for the seventh time in the past five minutes; there was nothing else to do. That particular suit always hung weird, so instead of looking at the uninteresting room the three of them were standing in, he focused on his jacket.

“So, what do you two think?” MC wondered aloud, clasping her hands together behind her back. Her eyes were alight, but Jumin failed to see what there would be to appreciate about the subpar banquet hall they stood in. He glanced around once more, almost to humor her, and let his eyes roll over the dull chandelier and aging upholstery.

“I’ll need to ask about the maximum capacity limit, the entrances, and what catering would look like before we commit to anything,” Jaehee spoke quickly, holding her clipboard tight to her chest. MC’s smile only widened, her eyes softening at Jaehee.

“Of course,” she agreed, nodding along before her eyes shifted to meet his expectantly. He took a deep breath in through his nose, nearly forgetting where he was going to start his grievances. The unbothered sparkle in her eyes was uncharacteristically distracting to him.

“Assistant Kang, please also investigate the hotel’s status further. I’d like to know their banquet reviews and frequency,” Jumin started, straightening his back and glancing over as Jaehee began to scribble on her clipboard. “I’m interested to know the turnover rate of their employees and what training they go through before anything.” The confidentiality of their guests was extremely important, and nothing could go wrong at the party due to the lack of proper training on the hotel’s part.

A small frown grew on MC’s face, drawing his gaze curiously. Was she displeased at the amount of help he was offering her? He normally took the role of investigating the possible hosts of the locations for their parties.

“That sounds great, Jumin,” she sighed, unclasping her hands from behind her back. “But– here! Just imagine it,” she grinned, changing her aura almost instantly. She quickly walked to the middle of the room, gesturing to the left side of the hall.

“We can have all the tables here, and we can hire that company for the centerpieces that we were talking about,” she began, nudging that last comment at Jaehee. “The refreshments can be set up there, and oh! I was thinking we could have V’s auction set up on the opposite side of the room. I want to give him space to arrange his pieces the way he wants, and–”

“I think he’ll appreciate that,” Jaehee interjected, smiling back at MC. Jumin was watching her, not realizing that his hands had relaxed at his sides. He quickly stuck them in his pant pockets, but the almost-anxious action caught MC’s attention.

“Jumin? Can you see what I mean?” she asked, walking closer to him once more. He raised his eyebrows, his eyes flitting around the room as he tried to visualize the ideas she had proposed.

“I think we should still review all the options, but if you would like to be in charge of how we arrange the room, you are welcome to,” he replied, looking back down at her as she breathed quickly out of her nose like that was the wrong answer.

“What about the view? The Seoul skyline?” she prompted, stepping to his left side so they were both facing the wall of windows to the east. She steadied herself with one hand on his forearm, using her other to point out at the windows enthusiastically.

“The Highrise Enthusiasts will love it, don’t you think? And once the sun begins to set?” she asked, almost commanding more of his attention than what had been drawn to the sudden upset feeling in his stomach. He stared down at her, seeing her wide smile and trying to figure out why he felt slightly sick. Had the minor change in his breakfast routine thrown off his perfect equilibrium?

“Consider it?” MC urged, her mouth softening into a gentle smile directed at him. He moved to speak, feeling his stomach clench once more in distress. Perhaps he should have stayed at the office to finish his paperwork instead of accompanying them that day.

“I’ll try my best to see your vision,” he agreed, nodding along before pressing his lips together. It was only when MC backed away, satisfied with his answer and releasing her light grip on his arm, that he unclenched the fists he’d made in his pockets.

“I’m not settling, but I think this would be a lovely venue if we don’t find another good option,” she offered, tilting her head at Jaehee. The two girls smiled at each other, and Jumin took a deep breath to try to settle his heart rate. He would definitely need to talk to his dietician, if not his doctor. Maybe the air in the banquet hall wasn’t filtered correctly? He couldn’t think straight.

“We can definitely consider it, MC,” Jaehee said, glancing up at her boss. He nodded at her, avoiding the party planner’s eyes as he turned back towards the entrance of the hall.

“I believe we should go before the traffic gets too much worse,” Jumin spoke quickly, wondering if there would be hardly any traffic outside. He led the way, bowing to the hotel staff as they took the elevator down to the ground floor.

MC gushed about the lobby when they passed through, latching onto Jaehee’s arm but not surprising the assistant in the least. Jumin watched with intrigue, interested as to if the small gesture had really been the reason for the ill feeling that hadn’t quite left him.

Driver Kim was waiting with the company car for them just outside the entrance, and to Jumin’s slight surprise, the lunchtime traffic was actually a little worse than usual.

Jaehee sat upfront, leaving Jumin in the backseat with MC. Driver Kim pulled out into the street quickly, knowing that they would want to get back to the office as soon as possible.

“I think Zen would really like the red accents in that hall, don’t you think, Jaehee? I only just thought of that,” MC commented, pulling out her phone. “I should send him a picture.” Jumin couldn’t help but peek at her phone, watching her send a picture that he hadn’t realized she’d taken. Jumin was in the picture, and Jaehee was hidden behind him as they had been talking to the manager. The subject of the picture was the stage at the head of the banquet hall, but the fact that Jumin was also in the picture alleviated some of the heat that rose to his ears when she had opened her private chat with Zen.

Jumin focused his attention back on his own phone, reading over the emails he had received while they had taken their short trip. The car was mostly quiet except for the light air conditioning and the gentle piano sonatas that Driver Kim always played on the radio. But before long, MC began to yawn, making Jaehee laugh after the first subsequent few.

“If you’d like, I could make you some coffee before you head back,” Jaehee offered, making MC smile and hum thoughtfully.

“That sounds lovely, thank you,” she replied, locking her phone and placing it and her hands in her lap. “I can’t sleep very much lately.” Jumin’s ears perked up, his attention shifting from his emails to their conversation more fully.

“Is that so?” Jaehee replied, turning in her seat to look back in slight concern.

“Oh, it’s just the transition from my old apartment to Rika’s apartment and now my new apartment is definitely an adjustment,” she explained, shrugging at Jaehee. “I’m used to a lot of background noise, so I need a good fan or something to–” She interrupted herself to yawn again, giggling herself out of it and making him finally look up at her completely. The sound was hard for him to ignore, for some reason.

“To drown out the quiet,” she finished, stealing a glance at him before looking back at Jaehee. He blinked at her comment, thinking about how quiet his penthouse was. If he compared it to the noise in the car at that moment, he could almost feel his ears ringing at the intense silence he would find in his own home. A strange thought then popped into his head; he wondered if she were ever to visit his house if she would hate it, or if her pleasant laughter would fill the space instead. But when his mind slipped into wondering what position she would sleep in or what she would look like waking up in the morning, he minutely shook his head, trying to clear the strange thoughts that seemingly came from thin air.

“I wouldn’t mind helping you look for a high-quality fan,” Jaehee spoke up, pulling him from his momentary daze. Again, he felt a strange sensation in his stomach, and he wondered if he really was developing an illness.

“Oh my goodness, please don’t,” MC said quickly, waving her hand dismissively. “I could never add more to your plate, Jaehee.” His assistant made a strange noise, somewhere between a sneeze and a cough, but brushed it off quickly and excused herself before turning back around in her seat.

The soothing piano melodies took over the quiet of the car once more, and Jumin went back to his emails, trying to find where he’d left off reading.

After only a few more minutes, he heard a small snore come from MC, and his eyes were drawn almost immediately to her. She had her head tilted back against the headrest, her mouth slightly open, and his first thought was of how quickly she had dozed off.

It was a long moment that he stared at her, seeing the rise and fall of her chest and listening to the air pass through her lips. Jumin realized how unexplainable his gaze would be if anyone saw him, so he pulled his eyes back to his phone, absentmindedly opening his browser. He began researching top-reviewed fans, but his mind switched quickly to another query.

How to fall asleep in my apartment if it is too quiet

Jumin had blocked out all other noise, focused on his research when there was sudden pressure and warmth on his left shoulder. His eyes moved before any other part of him could, seeing the top of MC’s head in the corner of his vision. His heart executed what he could only describe as a high jump, nearly eliciting a vocal reaction from him.

His whole body felt frozen, stuck in midair. Was she still asleep? If so, would she wake up if he so much as breathed? He anxiously tested it, feeling her body rise and fall with the rhythm of his breathing, and in doing so almost missing the rapid rate at which he was inhaling and exhaling. He tried to relax, staying as still as possible. He would much rather her be comfortable than him, even if that meant they would stay like this for the rest of their car ride.

Jumin looked back to his phone, exiting his browser and switching back to his emails. It was almost too much to try and focus on anything but the pattern of her breathing or the way he could barely feel her feathery exhales brushing the back of his hand.

When Driver Kim made a sudden stop, MC’s head slipped forward, nearly shifting off of his shoulder. She made a dissatisfied noise, raising his heart rate as she repositioned to move her whole body closer to his side. One of her hands found the crook of his elbow, her gentle grip hardly even noticeable through the fabric of his dress shirt and jacket.

He focused on his own breathing, wondering why her proximity was making him feel so uneasy. Maybe the combination of her closeness, her hand on his arm, and the way the simple scent of her shampoo was lingering in the air was the reason for his mental disquiet. But before he could take too long to dwell on it, they had arrived back at the C&R building. The dim lighting of their underground parking garage cast long shadows into the car, and he couldn’t help but tense up as he realized what was about to happen.

Jumin couldn’t bring himself to move, even as Jaehee opened the door for him. His assistant paused, glancing in at the both of them in confusion.

“Mr. Han? Did she real fall asle–” Jumin held a hand up, motioning for her to be a little quieter.

“What should I do?” he whispered without thinking, turning to glance at the woman lying against him to hide the way his face began to warm. He felt so unlike himself, but it seemed as though he didn’t have any way to control that fact for the time being, not with her there asleep on his arm.

Jaehee was quiet for a moment before clearing her throat and prompting him to look back at her, feeling an unexpected dependency on his assistant.

“I think you should wake her up,” Jaehee whispered back, pressing her lips together quickly to avoid smiling. Jumin pretended not to see that, furrowing his eyebrows at her. “If you move your shoulder slowly, she will probably begin to fall and wake up,” she offered, drawing an even more confused expression from him.

“I thought you would have a helpful answer,” he murmured to himself, trying to think of a solution quickly. Normally the security guards waiting nearby never bothered him, but even having Jaehee as an audience to whatever was happening felt intrusive.

“Please take the security guards and gather everyone for our one o’clock meeting,” he instructed, watching from his peripheral vision as Jaehee paused for a moment before nodding and turning away. Once she and the guards were closed in the elevator, he let out a slow, even breath.

He turned to look at MC, his chin almost brushing against her hair. He tilted his head forward slightly to see her face, his chest tightening when he saw her in the dim lighting. Her hair was hanging slightly in his way, but her lips were opened slightly in a pout, drawing his eyes first. He’d never noticed how long her eyelashes were or the pleasing slope of her nose until that moment, and the slightest color in her cheeks nearly made him reach up to feel the warmth waiting there. The thought of touching her was what made him release the breath he’d been holding, the air from his lips blowing her hair against her nose. It seemed to tickle her, her eyes fluttering and her face scrunching in response.

Jumin startled, pulling his face away just in time for her eyes to flutter open. She took an unsteady breath in, lifting her head to look around.

When their eyes met, hers blew fully wide, both of her hands shooting up to cover her mouth. The color of her face went red, a shade even more pleasing than before, even if he couldn’t see it as well as he would have liked in the poor lighting.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep!” she exclaimed, her eyebrows pulling together like she wanted to cry. Jumin’s heart leaped, his unexplainable delight switching to regret.

“It’s alright,” he responded, shaking his head quickly as he moved to take off his seatbelt. She did the same, pressing her hands to her cheeks while he stole a glance at her. She looked distressed, but she was blushing and fixing her hair nervously. As she pulled it behind her ears, she moved to look at him. He quickly looked away, stepping out of the car and offering her his hand to help her out. She hesitated but took it, and the feeling that started in his fingertips and radiated through his whole body almost made him pull her into him again. But he controlled himself, watching as she walked past him towards the elevator.

Jumin faltered for a moment, hesitant to follow behind her too closely in case she was still uncomfortable. He shut the car door behind himself, buttoning his jacket and fixing his sleeves. He took even strides over to the elevator, glancing at her for less than a second as he stepped inside and selected his floor.

They were both silent as the doors closed and their ascent began, and Jumin wondered if she could hear the way his heart was racing in his chest as it pounded in his ears.

“Jumin,” she called, making him flinch. He played it off by brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve, glancing over at her. He had only intended to turn his head enough to imply that he was listening, but once their eyes met, he didn’t dare look away from such a sight.

She was smiling, a light pink settling over her cheeks as she blinked up at him.

“Why are you blushing too?” she whispered, pressing her lips together when his eyes widened. He felt his face grow even warmer, a heat simmering along the entire expanse of his body. Her expression could only be described as teasing, and the idea brought a whole new level of depth to the way he felt ill.

“I-um,” he started, surprising himself when he stuttered and was at a loss for words. While his mind scrambled to put any words together, either in response to her or for an explanation as to what he was experiencing, she giggled into her hand.

Jumin knew right then that even though he had no idea what she was doing to him, he would do everything in his power to make sure that it wouldn’t stop.

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thank you so much for reading! i haven’t been on here in a hot minute, but I had started writing this in october and thought I might as well get something out. I love writing and sharing it, so here are! 

if you liked, please like, reblog, and leave a comment in the notes or in the tags! thank you <3

mel x

[queenmouseyy]

talkin about MM i just wanna comment how I saw someone straight up saying V grommed Rika ☠️☠️☠️ this is why I only comment about mystic messenger with my friend bc GOD....

V always been my fav and a character I relate to alot, he is not a innocent person BUT HE ISNT A FUCKING GROMMER FFS 😭😭😭😭😭

[shitsngigglesallaround]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 !

: ̗̀➛ joint account featuring @mondaymelon + @whats-it-mean !! (yes. you should be scared.)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃,

🍈 melon: what a cool and silly fella :) ⤷ he/they ⤷ ff writer, artist, and why are you, as a man, wearing clothes? so other men can take them off? whore. ⤷ status: my head is splitting apart but its okay because W O A h MEn ⤷ currently listening to... + ♂ - kagamine len ♫

🔥 kyoi: the btich who isnt helping me make this pinned rn!! ⤷ he/they ⤷ ff writer, artist, and mentally eel ⤷ status: sobbing why cant kanata be real ⤷ currently listening to... under heroine - TUYU ♫

𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒

fandoms!!

🔥🍈 | genshin impact

🔥🍈 | MILGRAM

🔥🍈 | project sekai

🔥🍈 | ensemble stars

🔥 | bandori

🔥🍈 | mystic messenger

🔥🍈 | vocaloid

🔥🍈 | twisted wonderland

🔥🍈 | BSD

🔥🍈 | omori

🔥🍈 | needy streamer overload

🔥🍈 | DDLC

🔥🍈 | fragaria memories

🔥 | scott pilgrim

🔥 | good omens

🔥🍈 | OHSHC

🔥🍈 | demon slayer

🔥 | the music box of petals (webcomic)

🔥 | WOTAKOI

🔥🍈 | TBHK

🔥 | moulin rouge!

🔥 | noragami

🔥🍈 | hypmic

🔥🍈 | hxh

🔥 | blue period

🍈 | blue lock

🍈 | haikyuu!

🍈 | the case study of vanitas

🔥🍈 | oshi no ko

🔥🍈 | assassination classroom

🍈 | danganronpa

🍈 | chainsaw man

🍈 | jujutsu kaisen

🍈 | reverse 1999

🍈 | tensura

🍈 | orv!!!!!!! GOES FERAL

🍈 | tcf!!!!!!!! GOES FERAL AGAIN

🍈 | dod!!!!!!!!! GOOD LORD IN HEAVEN PLEASE SAVE ME

...and more! listing all of them would be too much of a hassle and currently i have to memorize my oral exam script that i havent even touched!! so silly!!

𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓

final words? uhm uhm idk im in love with kim dokja

remember the be the best whore you can be !!!

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 !?