#mystic messenger zen fanfic

[felixaha]

if possible, can u write zen (mystic messenger) x intersex male reader? any scenario is fine :)

“My Darling”

HEELLLOOO okay i dont know a lot abt zen so i had to do a lotta research anddd abt the intersex reader too BUTT I TRIED MY BEST PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I DID SMTH WRONG!! 😭😭😭

ps : its 3 am and im half asleep hahah.. the grammar might not be.. correct. and i just broke up w my boyfriend so it may not be long i truly apologize ;(

𖦹₊ ⊹ zen x intersex!m!reader , fluff , not a lot of warnings

you and zen going on dates.

zen’s eyes landed on you, eyes sparkling when he found you sitting alone in the park. “oh, hey!”

his face beamed, finally he had an opportunity to be with you.. alone.

“zen? what are you doing out here?” you raise a brow, letting him sit beside you as he rests his head on your shoulder. “i missed you.”

he hums, clingy as usual as he lifted you up on his lap, burying his head on your neck. “aww, really? thats cute!”

he had soften up, humming as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you extremely closer. “finally i can have some alone time with you..”

he purred, your hand stroking his hair as you kiss his forehead. “yeah? you wanna go out?”

his eyes sparkled, smiling widely as he looked up at you like a kid who had just gotten asked if he wanted candy. “yes!!”

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he watched you admire the fishes in the aquarium, a small smile plastered on his face as he hums.

“look! its so pretty!”

“yeah.. very pretty.”

he stared at you, eyes loving as he lets out a sigh before walking towards you and looked at the direction you pointed at.

“huh, a shark? thats so cool!”

he exclaimed, his attention now on sharks as you laugh at his reaction, heart skipping a beat at the way he admired them.

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he licked his ice cream, eyes plastered on the sun go down as the water washed your feets. “i had a great time today.”

his heart fluttered, glancing at you with a shy smile on his face. “really? even after you almost getting stinged by a stringray?”

you laugh, shaking your head as you playfully hit his shoulder. “heyy!! its your fault you know!” you pout.

he whined, rolling his eyes playfully as he let out a giggle. “nuhuh! i dont know what youre talking about!”

[hecalledme-jagi]

The Ponderings of a Man In Love

I've had this FanLore for Zen strewing in my brain for a little over a year and finally decided to write it out into a one shot!

Enjoy!

What does it mean to experience first love? 

Zen wondered as he watched you doze off beside him to the sound of a movie you both had forgotten about halfway through. He smiled to himself softly, gently brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen over your face, planting a tender kiss on the top of your head. The comforting gesture caused you to snuggle further into his side, cozy and loved. Treasured and wanted.

Zen often thought about the meaning of first love when he was with you. He always felt a pang of guilt over dating other girls before you, even if you weren't bothered by it. He knew you were his yesterday, today, and tomorrow--his dusk and dawn. His moon and stars--leaving him with the fact that you weren't his first, which felt wrong in every way imaginable. So there he sat wondering, and really pondering, what it meant to experience first love. Had he experienced it before? If so, that idea devastated him, leaving his heart aching, poking, splintering, and desperately wanting your comforting. Hoping all his wondering meant nothing. 

He snuggled in close, soaking in your warmth, soothing his self-inflicted wounds, nuzzling your hair, blinking back the sting of tears.

Slowly he doze off to the sound of your steady breathing, calming his anxiety. Slowly learning to bask in the simple pleasures of a quiet evening. 

His breathing steadied, finding rhythm with your own, and in complete unison, your chests rose and fell. 

He found his peace in his small basement apartment.

But absolutely and entirely, he found his peace here with you.

And in his slumber, there came a dream. Or, more accurately, a nearly forgotten memory.

Zen was younger here, much younger than you knew him now. His hair barely reached past his shoulders, fashioned into something of a mullet. His leather jacket just a size too big, but in a year's time, it would fit him perfectly. And he stood in a place filled with familiarity. His secret mountain hideout. The view was the same as it had always been, and somehow, that comforted the young boy, here now, and the man he would come to be. 

The cold evening air nipped at his cheeks and nose, a gentle breeze passing through his hair with the faint smell of cigarette smoke. Following the scent with his eyes and nose, he found a scene this young boy very well knew but was far from the scene his adult counterpart adored. There stood a girl who simply wasn't you.

Ji-an, a younger, much more boyish Hyun, recognized with an air of giddiness coating his thoughts, and in like manner, she was viewed with rose-tinted glasses. 

He admired her long black hair as it gently swayed in the passing breeze, her sharp and unusually dark eyes staring down at the view he found so much comfort in, reflecting nothing of the setting sun or the city lights flickering on one at a time. And her lips turned in a slight frown with a lit cigarette in hand. Ji-an was a girl made entirely of mysterious beauty, and for a long time, Hyun might've considered her the most beautiful girl he'd ever met. She was in the same gang as Zen, that's how they had met. She was older than him, but only slightly, maybe sixteen or seventeen. She was a force to be reconned with, a calm before a storm. Freedom and rebellion. Anger and desperation. Loneliness and devastation. But other than that, she was a total mystery. Hyun never knew more about her than she let him see, and maybe that was part of why he clung to her so helplessly. Or maybe it was because he envied her and how free she seemed to be. Maybe he wanted to live reckless abandoned where he was allowed to be who he wanted to be, the way Ji-an seemed to. Or maybe it was because bad habits always seemed more attractive than good ones at the start.

Ji-an sucked on her cigarette, holding the smoke in her throat until it burned. 

“You know,” she began as she turned to look at Hyun, “I think if we had met before everything hit the fan, I would’ve fallen in love with you for real.”

Hyun watched and admired the rugged elegance she exuded. Marvalling, despite how her words cut him deeply. His heart secretly wondering--when will anyone ever truly love me?

“For one thing, you’re a real looker,” she leaned in and kissed Hyun's lips softly, leaving the faintest taste of cigarette smoke and strawberry lip balm on the tip of his tongue. 

Is that all I'll ever be? A pretty face barely worth loving? Another secret wonder he wouldn't discover until much later.

“You’re not so bad of a guy either,” she reached out, with her free hand and gently played with the fringe that hung over his forehead. “If I wasn’t so damaged, I’d probably be able to appreciate that heart of yours,” she poked his chest playfully and with a tone of self-mockery, sucking another puff of cigarette tar into her lungs. 

“But instead, here I am, giving you cigarettes, beer, and bad memories,” she scoffed. 

Hyun took a step closer to Ji-an, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with her. He peered into her face, hoping to read the meaning in her words by seeing her expression more clearly, but there was nothing he could see. Her eyes continued to stare dispassionately at the scenic view, and not for a moment did she meet his searching gaze, nor did she acknowledge his presence at her side. Instead, her brow furrowed, and irritation fizzled in her vacant eyes.

"We shouldn't have met," she said, tossing her cigarette onto the ground and stomping it out under her boots. 

Hyun felt his heart drop.

Ji-an turned on her heels and walked towards her motorcycle.

"W.. wait! Ji-an, where are you going?" He called.

There was no answer except the loud roar of a motorcycle engine starting.

"Ji-an!"

She paused, looking towards Hyun, with more emotion in her eyes than Hyun had ever seen before, "Get out of here. Become something." 

And that was it. 

She rode off, the rumbling of her motorcycle fading the farther she got. And Hyun could only watch, confused, lost, and entirely too alone for a boy his age.

Zen jolted awake, beads of cold sweat running down his back and his heart dropping into his stomach, leaving his chest feeling hollow and unbearably lonely until he heard you.

"Hyun?" you said, coming back into the living room with a glass of water, "Are you okay?"

He looked at you, and the frenzy in his eyes became calm. A deep breath entered his lungs, and it was exhaled smoothly.

And that's when his wondering all made sense. 

Zen realized it then as his hysteria calmed at the mere sight of you. He knew then that perhaps in all possibility, before you came and before he had forgotten what life was like in your absence, he would've considered Ji-an his first love experience. And in some way, maybe she was. Maybe she was his first love, but that thought didn't seem to bother him so much anymore. Because maybe love was more about changing than firsts and lasts. 

(Although, admittedly, he was perfectly enchanted by the idea that you would be his last. You would hold all his ending chapters, and perhaps, that was far more important than keeping all his opening phrases.)

Ji-an encouraged his flaws but neglected his strengths. He knew now that they were bad for each other, beasts ravenously hungry for love and acceptance. In love with their shared self-pity. Wanting each other because of the addictive nature of cigarettes, loving the nicotine clinging to their clothes and mingling in their mouths. Loving the faint taste of strawberries after every kiss that made the bitter taste of tobacco seem pleasant and sweet. But even still, she inspired his drive for freedom.

And you? You came and captivated him.

You nurtured his strengths and loved his flaws, and for that, he loved you, but as his feelings began to grow, he wanted to be better for you. He wanted to change. So maybe, just maybe, it was for the best that you came at this moment in his life. You came at the point in his life when he still had room to grow but was mature enough to treasure you wholeheartedly. Perhaps now was the best time to love you--not to say it was the only time he could love you, nor was it the perfect time, for he knew that if he had met you ten years ago or ten years from now, he'd be ready to love you precisely and honestly--so now as Zen looks at you, finally finding his moment of lost peace, he realizes that all this wondering about "first love" was for not because all that matters is that he loves you.

Zen nods, gently grabbing at your waist and pulling you in. He rests his forehead against your torso, hugging your waist tightly.

 "Never better, honey~"

˚✧₊⁎𝒥𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎⁎⁺˳✧༚

I do not own any characters, all ownership goes to Cheritz. Thanks for reading!

[taes-kookie-blog]

MYSTIC MESSENGER CHARACTERS REACT TO YOU SAYING 'IM PREGNANT'

POV you tell the characters you're pregnant as a prank...

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YOOSUNG

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

Yoosung: WHAAAA?!?!??!!

Yoosung: Y/N we're too young to have a baby!!!! Yoosung: Ah, I mean, your body your choice! T_T I didn't mean it like that!!!!! Yoosung: We'll figure this outtogethre

Yoosung: Sorry playinf LOLOL hold on

Yoosung: SEVEN Y/N'S PREGNANT IM FREAKIGN OIUT

Yoosung: AHHHHH WRONGPERSON Y/N IMSORRY

Y/N: It's a prank ㅋㅋㅋ

Yoosung: Y/NNNN YOU SCARED ME T_T

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JUMIN

Y/N: I'm pregnant....

Jumin: Thank you for contacting Jumin Han. This is an automated response. He will get back to you shortly.

*17 hours later* Jumin: Y/N, I got the message.

Jumin: I've arranged for you to move in immediately, whether we share a room or not is up to you.

Jumin: My driver is on the way to you now, don't stress about packing your belongings. I can organize to have them delivered.

Jumin: We can discuss this further once you're here safe. In the meantime, I'll arrange a meeting with my father to discuss marriage arrangements.

Y/N: It was a prank....

Jumin: *read*

Jumin: *4 hours later* That wasn't funny, Y/N. Please stop hanging around Yoosung and 707.

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707

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

707: lolololol

707: really? what should we name it~

707: lolol how about a mix of our names? like renesmee in twilight

707: u think u can blend honey buddha chips to make baby food?~

Y/N: It was a prank...

707: i know. LOLOLOL

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ZEN

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

*12 missed calls*

Zen: Y/N????

Zen: Y/N, are you serious? haha;;

Zen: I'll be in a scandal... aish...

Zen: Our child might break the internet with its good looks. lol

Zen: You keeping it?

Y/N: It was a prank....

Zen: Heol;; Y/N, I was about to text my publicist;;

Zen: I guess it's a good thing. Our child would be too beautiful for the world to handle~ lol

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JAEHEE

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

Jaehee: What?

Jaehee: Hm.

Jaehee: Y/N, we never spoke about raising a child. Why so sudden?

Jaehee: My work hours are long these days, I'm not sure if I can handle a child so suddenly like this. Ah;;

Jaehee: Do you plan on being a stay at home mother? I don't see another way for this to work.

Y/N: It was a prank...

Jaehee: Ah..... Y/N, you shouldn't scare me like that... I'm so tired I thought I was imagining things..;;

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SAERAN

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

Saeran: HAH.... pregnant...

Saeran: Is that true, pet...?

Saeran: I'll have Rika bring in something to fix this.

Saeran: It's no good to have a pregnant toy, is it? This was supposed to be a last resort.. hah

Saeran: *comes in and kicks ur stomach to abort the baby*

Y/N: *coughs up blood* it.. it was a prank...

Saeran: A prank? HAH........ Hah... when did my toy get so mischevious.... I think I'll punish you for this... *locks the door*

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Enjoy dear please send requests in inbox ok thank you~

[serede986]

Boyfriend Jumin HCs~

Gets you a bouquet of roses on every date. When he first saw your excitement on receiving the first bouquet, he got addicted to your happiness, although he refuses to accept it.

Speaking of dates, he arrives exactly 30 minutes before meet-up time. You're not aware of it, so shhh.

He is learning new breakfast recipes from the chef for whenever you stay over. He would wake up early, and prepare to serve you breakfast in bed.

Matching pajamas are ordered for you, him and Elizabeth the third.

Drops Elizabeth in your care, whenever he's out for a business trip and he can't take you with him. He trusts you and no one else.

Neatly folds your clothes and keep it next to his, whenever you visit him for a few days or travel with him.

Will take your advice over every new merger his company makes.

Is obsessed with your voice. He'll listen to you talk for so long, you think he's not invested in your topic of conversation. But believe me, he is. Imagine that love struck look on him.

Loves it when you put his head on your lap and play with his hair or massage his scalp. Count to 100 and he'll be out in a deep sleep.

Kisses your forehead every time one of you leave to part ways.

Will read every favorite romance book of yours, just to learn how to swoon you.

"Elizabeth the third, we need to talk about when your mother comes over. You're precious to me, and so is your mother. But your mother has taken the first place in my heart."

[danininodigital]

🖤My biker boy Zen🖤

(If anyone know of a good fic of him could you leave it in the comments plis uwu✨🖤 thnks💕✨)

[myslibrary]

Scenario: RFA reacting to Break ups (Angst)

Zen:

• Zen was out past the usual time..again. You sat in the living room with only the fridge humming loudly and the murmurs of the TV. Over thinking made it harder to process a true thought.

• You checked the wall clock only to see it was 3 AM. You frowned a bit. All day you were sick, but for some reason it seemed he had more on his agenda than to stay home. The TV became louder, which grabbed your attention in confusion

“Scandal?? Actor Zen found hanging out with New Actress a/n, getting too friendly in public! witnesses say Zen was ‘all over her’ behind a coffee shop new couple?!? What will this do to his career!”

•  The sound of the TV struck a cord in your throat. Your frown became stronger as your heart began to sink. 

• Your hands quickly went to your phone as your breath became to hitch, Looking all over social media was a nightmare you once dreamed of. She was so...Pretty. Your eyes stung and water went down your cheeks warmly

• Just then the door opens and out comes an irritated man. His brows were furrowed as he walked in, rubbing his shoulder. He said nothing to you.

• Just then your eyes shot up to the man, “Where have you been?” He looked over at you and his frown dropped to worrisome. “what do you mean...” His voice began to decline as he glared at the tv then to your phone. it was a picture of him with his arm around another women.

• He just scoffs and smiles,” C’mon. You don’t really believe that do you. It’s happened before. They’re just scan-” You immediately cut him off  “They were never this late.”  You stood up and began to walk to your all's room. taken aback, he snaps,” What so you believe the media and not me? It’s not like i had sex with her. I wasn’t with her tonight.”

• Your whole body froze. His words sent cold shivers down your back. “excuse me? Zen of course they would think women you are out with are yours. You rarely take me out anymore...so maybe I do believe so.” Your brows began to furrow as you yelled and cried. He stood there motionless. “Mc..Its not true..”

• You rushed into the room, grabbing a bag. It was late, you had no where to go but all that mattered was you’re out. “Where are you going? Mc?! Stop! You’re not going anywhere!” He quickly grabbed your hips. You turned around and smacked him. “If you cant tell me where you were then i can’t be here.”

• You could see the mans body exhale with a sigh. “Alright...I was out with her. But it wasn’t like that I swear. She’s just casted in the same production as me. please believe me.” His voice shook. Frowning he tried grabbing your hand, as he got closer you smelt feminine body spray. “I can’t i’m sorry. I need to go.”

Yoosung: 

• It was close to when Yoosung would be home from school. You thought you would surprise him, since he has been stressed about his exams. You both have been arguing for the past few days, but you decided to put that behind you. 

• As you waited on the couch, your eyes began to wonder around the room, holding a mug you got him for his hard work, when you heard the door. He looked stressed?

• You offered a hello and he just smiled a bit, rose his brows and walked to his bedroom. “Uhm. Yoosung, are you okay?” All you got back was a groan.

• “what are you doing here? You said you would be busy.” Yoosung continued, “You didn’t have to come. You know I’m also busy.” Your smile immediately dropped. 

• “Oh. You were having a bad week, so I thought hanging could change that.” Your eyes fell to the floor, embarrassed. “Well. I’m busy.” It seemed your emotions didn’t phase him. His eyes stuck on you seemingly waiting for you to leave.

• “Yoosung, you’ve been avoiding me. What is wrong? Can we please talk.” He scuffed at your question, brows furrowed, while his eyes crawled to the wall, hesitant on his next words. He threw his backpack at his bed with frustration and sighed.

• “I’m not sure-” He froze, “If this is what I want. Okay? There’s your answer. I have too much going on.” The air became cold and surrounded you. All you could do was hold your breath, You didn’t want to move at all.

• “What did you expect from me then Yoosung. Answer that. Did you expect me to be just like Rika? Is this what it’s about. “ Your voice began to rise a bit as your eyes stabbed his face with betrayal.

• “I think you should go, y/n.” He glared. “No! I won’t just go. Answer my question!” You hiccupped a bit as he stayed quiet.

• “Fine. Here. Good job on your exams. I came here to fix things, because I miss you. But I'll take the hint” you sat the mug down sternly on his desk. It didn’t break. Yoosung's rage grew in a smooth, yet fast way. With red entering his vision, He threw it at something aggressively in front of you, causing it to bust, with a shard lightly slicing your cheek.

•  Your eyes grew wide with freight. Your hand lightly clasped your own cheek as blood began to pour out of the cracks of your fingers a bit. You looked down at your hand, silently crying in confusion. “Y/n...” Yoosung then began to realize what he said to you, and what he did. He grew with shock. “What is WRONG with you..” you get a sigh out.

• “ I did nothing but cheer for you. I was the only one TRULY supporting you! And this is what i get. Rika couldn’t even be there for you. Don’t come back looking for the one who was really there for you out of everyone.” All you could do was get a laugh of air out. “I’m sorry.” All he could do was sit there, staring at you. 

• “I told you already to not look for someone’s shadow from me. You lied. didn’t you.” He just sat there, avoidant to eye contact. “If that’s how it is, have it your way. I’ll be out of your way like you wanted.” 

Jaehee:

•You and Jaehee were at the cafe counting the drawers at the end of the night. You finished counting the drawer she handled that day and waited patiently. Just passing the time watching her.

• You notice her itch the back of her neck as she sighs, “Uhh, is something wrong..?” You question the brunette sitting in front of you.

• “I felt you could have been more interactive with the store today.” There was a sudden pause of tense silence,” That’s all.” You felt overlooked by 100. With any reply to come out, it had to be a quiet dramatic gasp.

• “Jaehee, Please tell me you’re just messing around. Did you not see any of the projects or cleaning I have done this week alone? Where is this coming from?” You stood up, now looking down at her.

• “Correct me if I'm wrong, but these projects and this ‘cleaning’ you’re telling me about, these were all things I've asked you to do. I had to tell you to do these things.” Jaehee folds the envelope and closes the safe.

• “I wish you would pull your weight.” She walks out of the room as you trail behind her. “Excuse me? When we started this together, we both came to an agreement about doing what I can while hosting the parties.”

• “I’m sorry, I thought being my partner, you would see when I'm having issues handling this on my own.” Jaehee argues, her heels clicking on the wood was the only sound filling the cafe.

• You had no other choice but to sit in your confusion and pity. “Well,” You quietly responded,” What happened to communicating. I cannot read your mind.”

• “Yeah, I think we made that clear.” You were unsure as to why she was so upset about this situation. “Jaehee, can you stop walking away from me and talk to me!” You grab at her arm and she pulls away to look at you.

• “This isn’t the only thing I feel alone in. I feel alone in this too. Us.” You eyes went wide. You were not expecting this situation. Your heart was trying its best to explode from your chest.

• “What do you mean,” All she could do was keep quiet,” What have I done for you to feel this way? I have given my ALL for you. Jaehee, where is this coming from?” Your eyebrows furrow, with your rage spewing in all different directions. “What are you trying to say to me? That I have done NOTHING for us?” Words just kept coming out from you due to based confusion.

• “ Have I not spent countless nights hearing you cry on the phone about how much you were in pain at your old job? Was I not the one holding your hand when you got the keys for this place? What have I not done for you? Look,”

•  All Jaehee could do was look down, avoiding eye contact, “If i can’t give you what you need, when I’ve gone to the literal ends of earth for you, I personally don't know what else you expect from me.”

• You Stomp past her as she quickly races after you.

Jumin:

• The time you had spent with Jumin was always cherished. But recently, You have felt the resistance from him seeing you. All the dates you’ve planned have gone unattended by him. Bed times now were spent alone. Almost seemed as if he was avoiding you.

• The worst fear you could ever imagine may becoming alive. The tall stoic man walks into the door, quite early. His eyes follow your figure as you bounce off the couch. His emotionless face tells all. You slowly walk towards him as your smile carries the same speed as you move. 

• “Welcome home, Honey.” You grabbed his jacket, “Hello.” You stand waiting for a kiss to your head, but he quickly caresses your cheek and just walks past you to his home office. “Jumin. I’m concerned about something important...” He sighs holding his face, looking at you, “And what could that be?” 

• “Are you getting bored of me?” The man only looks at you in confusion, “No. I just have a life of my own, Knowing beforehand i thought you would understand that.” You frown from his rejecting response. “Babe, That’s not the answer i wanted...” 

• “Did you want me to lie?’” His chair swivels around to his computer. All you could do was scuff in disbelief. “Well You haven’t made the effort to see me recently. I try but it seems you just reject any invitation.” You walk around his desk to see his face, but as you do he went to stand.

• Now he is looming over you, coldly. “Don’t you see I am busy. It is because I have important priorities at this moment to attend to. I will not let anything unbeneficial disrupt my work.” He places his large hands on your shoulders to move you aside. 

• “What am I to you then? Why wont you face me?” You shout as he walks away from you. “I already told you. I recommend understanding.” You could only feel your heart break with rage. After every night losing sleep of this man crying vulnerably in your arms about his situations, to diss you as an assistant. 

• “Turn to me and look me in the eyes. Then I will believe you.” He stops in the door way, sighs, and turns around. Jumin Han, CEO, was now standing 8 inches away from you, again looking down at you coldly. “You’re not benefiting me. I have more important matters to attend to than this useless conversation. 

• Maybe he was having an unbearably rough day, but this did not justify his cold words to you. “Then find benefits with this unimportant piece of silver.” You plunge your ring into his chest. Jumin reaches for his chest as he exchanges the ring, refusing to let it drop to the floor. 

• This man just stood there, listening to your heels clatter on the marble flooring. He already acknowledge his words were inexcusable. instead of following you, begging, he let you walk away, as he felt defeated by the sight of your ring in his hand, not sure how to assess his own burnt bridge.

Seven: 

• Your relationship with seven was a rough one. There was a point where you felt nothing for the man, but you hoped it was only temporary, maybe it was love but you were slowly giving up. You both would argue and try to keep things together

• A small argument turns into a loud boisterous screaming match typically. But you thought things were okay between each other. Earlier in the day you both were in each others arms giggling about the little things.

• His job was having a party for the spies in the company, You were standing by the buffet sipping your wine thinking to yourself. You eyes can’t help but wander and search for your ginger haired husband. 

• Your eyes were struck by a sudden heart drop of a scene. A female co-worker rubbing up his arm. You can’t honestly tell if he’s enjoying it or trying to avoid it, All you knew was the filling rage in your face. 

• You walk up to the two, “uhm excuse me, could you please stop...?” You grabbed the girls hand and she just looks at you. “uhm, Seven who is this?” The co-worker genuinely looked confused. You were loss of words. “What? I’m his wife.” You pull your hand up and show her the ring. 

• “Oh, he never told me he had a wife.” Her eyes were wide at the sight of a ring. “Oh really.” Seven felt his eyes being stabbed out by yours. Your mind was full of enraging questions for the man. All you could objectively feel was hurt and heartbreak.

• “I mean why would he have to. don’t you see the-” You pull up his hand and it appears to be clean of any ring of commitment. Once you notice, your eyebrows raise in sheer shock and disappointment. “Seven. Where is your ring?” The girl laughs at your reaction.

• “I haven’t seen him wear a ring to work. Odd.” She walks away, leaving you humiliated. “Why aren’t you wearing it. Does this-” Seven immediately cuts you off, “Chill out, Its not a big deal. buzz off okay? Quit making a scene.” You just nod to his request take a small sip off your wine and launch the rest at his chest while smashing the glass on the floor, which slices a small sliver of your tights.

• Now, EVERYONE is looking at you too. “What the fuck..” He looks down in shock speaking quietly. “I’m done with this. Put this where yours is, because I'm not wearing mine anymore either.” you drop it on the floor. 

• “You’re just embarrassing yourself, Y/N.” Seven complains, not letting his emotions show, refusing to see his pride struck. shaking his vest the best he can. “No, I believe you have embarrassed yourself. This is not benefiting me anymore. I’ve done above and beyond for you and you play the role of being single at work. Don’t think you’ll see me when you get back.” Your intuition tells you to just walk away without responding to his call backs.

[wrrrenff]

Mystic Messenger: Valentines Day Head Cannons

What these guys would do with you for valentines day! With valentines coming up, what better time to start putting out some valentines related content. There may be some references to the valentines dlc but mainly my own interpretation of what they'd each do/say. Also some of these will take place in the after endings and some wont.

Yoosung:

You're his first valentine so boy is STRESSED trying to plan something perfect

Will go to Zen for advice and takes detailed notes

Saves his money for a month or two to take you out to a really nice restaurant

Gets you a big bouquet of roses

When you've sat down for dinner this poor boy is sweating and a little shaky

He just want everything to be perfect

When you grab his hand and reassure him that anything he did would've been perfect because it was him, he starts to calm down

"MC you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I just wanted to make this night as perfect as you!"

After dinner, he will take you to and ice cream shop for dessert and then take you to a park nearby to walk through while eating

He'll pull you to a bench nearby and share a nice stargazing moment

Excitedly explains some of the constellations and which stars are actually planets

Ends the night back in the apartment with cuddles and kisses

Jaehee:

Valentines isn't one of Jaehee's favorite holidays but she knows you enjoy it

Decides to plan a nice valentines day in since you both have been so busy at the cafe lately

Cooks your favorite meal for dinner and pairs it with a lovely wine

Followed by you favorite dessert and a cup of after dinner coffee

Feeling a little buzz from the wine, you throw on some slow romantic music and you slow dance with each other for a bit

"I'm so lucky to have met you MC. You changed my life."

Ends the night by falling asleep on the couch cuddled up with both of your favorite one of Zen's musicals playing in the background

Zen:

If there was a competition for most romantic, he would win by a mile

Wakes you up with breakfast in bed

Takes you out to do a couples spa day

He usually treats you like royalty but today especially

Gets a call from his 'manager' and has to go to rehearsal last minute to rehearse an important scene

Super apologetic but reassures you the valentines celebration of you will continue later

Sends you to the movies to keep you busy

Flash forward and Zen is picking you up from the movies and takes you to his secret spot that overlooks the city

You notice there is a whole elaborate sunset picnic set up waiting for you

"I'm sorry I had to lie about work. I just wanted to make today as special as you are"

After your picnic you head home and find the whole house dimly lit by candles and rose pedals leading to the bedroom and covering your bed

The man really is a huge romantic

Jumin:

I feel like he keeps his valentines plans pretty classic

He did want to do something extravagant with you like travel out of the country was a little confused when you said you couldn't accepts something so big like that

Ultimately after some explanation from you he understood and dialed it down

Takes the day off of work to spend as much time as possible together

Asked his private chef to make you a special breakfast

In the afternoon, you go have lunch on his yacht

And for dinner, he gives you a gorgeous outfit personally tailored for you, and takes you out to and extremely upscale restaurant

After an incredible dinner and a few glasses of wine he takes you home and you guy get a little hot and heavy

After certain activities take place, he draws a nice relaxing bath for you both to end the night

"You really are an amazing person MC. I can't imagine the rest of my life without you."

Seven:

Like Yoosung, boy is nervous and has never done this before

Does a ton of research on perfect valentines dates and romantic gestures to do for your partner of valentines day.

He decides to take you to a cat cafe!

But not before surprising you with roses first

He read he's supposed to do that and he's so relived when you love them

After the cat cafe, you go check out the new show at the planetarium

When it comes to dinner, he felt too much pressure going out to a fancy restaurant, he orders in some really nice food

To really help with the romantic atmosphere, he dims the lights, lights some candles, and starts playing some of your favorite music

He looks at you with so much love and adoration throughout the night

"Being with you feels right. Like I found where I'm supposed to be. I will never get tired of being with you. Thank you for loving me MC."

You finish of the night by having a movie marathon all cuddle up on the couch snacking on honey buddah chips in true Seven fashion.

[shewrotesomething]

The Day He Realized He Wanted to Marry You (Zen)

Despite his confident demeanor, Zen had plenty of insecurities about his looks. After all, years of verbal abuse won’t disappear overnight. 

No matter how many times he would tell everyone he was perfection embodied, a little snake in his head would always tell him he’s just fooling himself. That all along, his parents had been right and he was on the wrong path. 

These fears will never be voiced, especially not in front of you. 

Even on the days he would ask you, “Jagiya, isn’t your boyfriend especially beautiful today?” and you’d look at him with a delighted smile, that snake would come slithering into his head a few moments later.

There was a day, however, when that voice… Well, it wasn’t silenced completely, but at the very least, it gave him a foothold for bad days.

He still remembered that morning. It was a particularly warm day. He had rehearsals for a movie, and you were off to meet with an old classmate.

“I mean, do you really have to go?” he asked.

You were in the mirror, fixing your hair. “Hyun, it’s not a date. It’s business. He has a fiance for crying out loud!” you shouted with a chuckle.

“You can never tell until the knot is tied… and even if it is you can’t.”

You looked over to him with half a glare. “Our party is in a month and he has excellent connections. Connections that will make excellent guests.”

That was exactly why he felt uneasy about it. If he had excellent connections, he’s probably a rich businessman who’s got a way with words.

“It’s going to be an hour tops and then I’ll drop by your set. We can have dinner together.”

“Promise?”

“Absolutely,” you said, sealing the promise with a kiss on his cheek.

And so, you two went off to your own businesses. 

It was strange though. He knew it would take you more than an hour to get to the set, but he didn’t expect you to be 3 hours late. Besides, whenever you were going to be late for anything, you never failed to update him.

The director called a wrap and so he called you. You didn't answer. He called and called and called. Each time that your phone went into voicemail, he was growing more paranoid. 

What if… you enjoyed your childhood friend company too much?

All those promises he said after the incident. That he’d protect you. That you were the most important thing to him. That he wanted nothing more than to be with you. That his biggest fear would be for you to disappear… What if that was coming true today?

Stay calm. Your phone could be faulty, out of battery, you could be at home.

He was about to rush home when one of his co-star’s personal assistant’s stopped him.

“Thank goodness I caught you.”

“I’m kind of busy, what is it?” he asked, a bit too harshly.

“The hospital called us, they said your partner was in an accident, they’ve been trying to reach you but they don’t exactly know how.”

He took a cab to the hospital immediately fearing the worst. Hating himself even more to even consider that you were off having fun with someone else.

“Ah yes. There’s no need to worry. There was a collision with a biker and resulting in a dislocated kneecap but the doctors were able to fix it with no problem. The anesthesia is wearing off so go ahead.”

And he did. There you laid on the bed talking to one of the nurses. The nurse had a smile on her face.

“All I’m saying is… like… you know like fruit? Yeah… like, if fruit takes like...like... more than 2... if it takes a lot of steps for you to do the thing, what do you do?”

“You eat it?” asked the nurse.

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah. That. If it takes more than like… yeah 2 steps to get to good stuff. Not fruit… It's bad fruit.

The nurse spotted him. “I think someone is here to see you,” she walked towards him. “Just a heads up. Anesthesia has a way of making people a bit too honest,” she warned before leaving.

“Thank goodness you're okay,” he told you with a sigh of relief.

Your eyes squinted to look at him. Your hands stretched out your hands and he held out his own, but you swept them away. Instead, you gestured for his face to come closer. 

Zen knelt down to do as you wished. With both hands cupping his face, your eyes lit up in recognition. “Ah… I know you.” 

He chuckled. “I certainly hope you do.”

You nodded to yourself. Pleased. “Uh-huh, you’re my beautiful boyfriend. My beautiful boyfriend is here.”

His heart melted at that. “I’m here.” Placing his hand over your own, he found the absence of a ring an issue to be remedied. 

[zarophod]

i’m replaying mystic messenger (god help us all) and god i forgot how gay Zen and Jumin are

[ameribell]

I wanna write some, but don’t expect daily things!

Anyways, here are my rules:

Things I will not write:

Character x character

Character x oc

Incest/stepcest

Pedophelia

Smut (I’m not too good at it lol)

Things I will write:

Fluff

Romantic

Angst

Platonic

Headcanons

AU’s

Any gender reader (I don’t mind writing male, but keep in mind I’m not too good at it)

Fandoms I write for:

Percy Jackson

Fairy Tail

Avatar the Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

Mystic Messenger

Tears of Themis (I will not be writing for Vyn, I’m sorry lolol)

The OC

(Open for more, just ask and poke around a bit)

[linory1]

Commission of Yoosung and Zen for @/Lanliangsu's Wattpad fanfic!

[bluejay-writes]

MysticTober Day 6 - I Knew Him.

Rating: G

Prompt: Skull

Characters: Classic RFA (No Rika, V, or MC)

Wordcount: 833

Summary: Zen gets a new role!

Author's Notes: I think this is the first time that I've ever properly encapsulated the way Zen flirts with everyone. I'm happy with it. These short-form writings for MysticTober always leave me wondering if I've done a good enough job, but not this time. :3

You can read this on Ao3 if you want!

Zen was ecstatic. Overjoyed. He’d just gotten the best news of his entire career, and he couldn’t wait to share it with everyone once he got home. He was practically prancing down the street when he caught sight of a seasonal section in the convenience store he was passing and ducked inside.

They didn’t have much, but there on the shelf in front of him was a plastic skull. Smaller than life-sized, but still perfect for holding in his hand and practicing to, like a partner for his lines. On impulse, he purchased it (along with a bottle of water, the smart kind with a sport top - he was celebrating, after all) and returned to his walk.

Every so often, he’d hold the skull out like he was going to do a soliloquy and then laugh. Once, he even proclaimed “Ah, Jumin. I knew him, Yoosung.” As if he were talking to one of his friends about another of them, intentionally replacing the names of characters with the members of his charity group.

It was after that moment, receiving a number of strange looks from other pedestrians, that Zen started to question why he’d even bought the silly skull. Why he’d done anything that wasn’t going directly home and starting to work on his lines. Shakespeare was no joke, even if it was one of the plays everyone seemed to know just enough about to have an opinion. At least it meant that the rest of the RFA would be sufficiently proud of him for landing this role.

Of course, thinking about his friends seemed to have summoned one of them with his luck and seasonal impulsivity. Jaehee stood down the street from him, coffee in one hand and a bemused look on her face.

“Zen, what in the world are you carrying?” She asked as she approached, her bemused look tempering into her usual calm smile.

“I’m celebrating!” He crowed, dancing around her like the idiot he definitely felt like in that moment. “Here, a gift for the lady.” He held the skull out to her and she took it in confusion. Of course any gift from Zen was something to be kept and cherished and displayed, but she would at least like to understand the meaning of the gesture, he was sure.

And so, he told her.

“I just got word from the director. I got the role. I’ll be starring as Hamlet this winter, Miss Jaehee.” He grinned, and bowed to her with a flourish.

“Shakespeare?!” She was stunned, but she looked like she just won the lottery.

“The very same.” He said, rattling off information about the planned dates and his co-stars and the big downtown theatre they’d be performing in. He’d really done it. He’d made it. His dream role, and it was his. “Promise me you’ll come.” He said, his eyes locking onto hers. “It wouldn’t be a dream come true without you, Jaehee.”

She blushed bright red, but nodded. He didn’t know what he would do without his number one fan, and now he didn’t have to. He’d get her tickets front and center so that she could appreciate his talent and beauty from the best possible place.

He snatched up her free hand and pulled his mask down to place a kiss against the back of it before turning to head down the street. “I’ll see you later!” He called, even as he heard the whispers of people having recognized him start to creep up. He knew better than to show his face, but it was worth it, to make Jaehee that kind of happy.

Jaehee Kang Has Entered the Chatroom 707: It’s Jaehee! Yoosung★: Hi Jaehee! Jaehee Kang: I just got the best news. 707: Did Zen get a new role? Yoosung★: Jaehee Kang: He did! Jaehee Kang: HAMLET. 707: No shit. Yoosung★: Language! Jumin Han has entered the chatroom Yoosung★: Jumin! 707: Zen did it, he landed Hamlet. Jumin Han: What, as the gravedigger? Horatio? Oh, no, The King? Not Ophelia, surely… Jaehee Kang: As Hamlet, Mr. Han. Jumin Han: Jumin Han: I figured as much, with his talent. Jumin Han: This calls for a celebration. ZEN has entered the chatroom ZEN: Everyone! ZEN: Well, mostly everyone, no V as usual… Jaehee Kang: I told them your news!!! ZEN: Aw, thank you Jaehee! Jumin Han: Hyun, we should celebrate. Steak? ZEN: ZEN: You know what? Fuck it. let’s go. Yoosung★: Yes!!! 707: Jaehee Kang: …All of us? Jumin Han: Of course. We will make the arrangements, Assistant Kang. Jumin Han has left the chatroom. Jaehee Kang: This is surreal. I will see you all for dinner. Jaehee Kang has left the chatroom. Yoosung★: I’m so proud of you, Zen!!! 707: Me too. ZEN: ZEN: ZEN: I better get a shower so I look the part of the honoree tonight at dinner. ZEN has left the chatroom. Yoosung★: okay is it me or is it weird that they’re getting along? 707: It’s weird, lol.

[s0phos-writes]

mysme - coffee shop au

hey man...... what can i say.... everybody's got one ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i just wanted some good wholesome fun and thought what if mysme but a more traditional [read: stereotypical] dating sim that takes place in a coffee shop

this is a no trauma au, rika goes to therapy for her trauma so she never took it out on anyone, she and v opened a cafe with jumin's help…

i tried to picture jumin working in a cafe and i just couldnt so he's just the financier that frequents the place to make sure it's still in running order/making money LMAO zen works to support his acting career, yoosung works to support himself while in college and it's a family business, seven and saeran work there [different shifts at the behest of saeran] also bc family business and hacker isn’t something u can put on a resume lol its mostly something they do on the side… jaehee still works as jumin’s assistant but i think it would still be her “route” for her to quit jumin and join the cafe team…

lol yeah it would be like a basic dating sim, ur goal is to go out with them and get them to like you AW i just had the idea that u could pick if u wanted to be a customer or work there GUH CUTE…

idk it's cute and wholesome and i like it a lot…  i wish i could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy… that's me… that's all i want

ALSO THE CAFE IS CALLED MYSTIC BREW BC IM CHEESY AS HELL

[thinking-about-sw33ts]

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🫀 = Fluff/Safe for Work (Sfw.)

🍮 = Headcanons

🥀 = Long Reads

🐻 = Short Reads

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[serede986]

"Aren't you tired of playing these little games? It is more than a pleasure to stare into your eyes, darling. If you allow me, we can do this for a lifetime..."

[kumeko]

A/N: For the @nostringsdetached zine! Zen and Jaehee are my favs, so what’s better than giving MC two hands so she can have both?

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There were very few things that Zen loved more than being nestled between his two princesses. With their hands hooked in the crook of his arms, their warmth radiating through his jacket, and electric mix of their two scents combining, it was hard for him to remember exactly what those other things were. It was hard, honestly, to think of anything at all as they walked home.

Home. Zen felt utterly soft at the thought of it. He’d never thought of his basement apartment as anything but the place he laid down, but now it was a place filled with the bitter scent of coffee, with the constant clacking of a keyboard. It was a place where the lights were almost always on when he returned from practice. It was home.

For all of his acting, he couldn’t stop smiling at the thought. Fortunately, it was dark this evening and neither Jaehee nor MC noticed it. To his right, MC hummed softly under her breath, an empty grocery bag swinging off her free arm as she burrowed into his side. On his left, Jaehee leaned on him ever so slightly. Despite how chilly it was this fall, giving her the perfect cover excuse for some PDA, she was always too self-conscious to take full advantage of it.

It was adorable. Zen pulled her closer, ignoring her surprised squeak. “Feeling warmer now, princess?”

Jaehee flushed a bright red, the colour spreading to the tips of her ears. She coughed and looked away, embarrassed, but she didn’t pull away. “Y-yes, thanks.” Immediately, she changed the subject. “What should we make for dinner?”

“Something warm,” MC suggested cheerfully. “A soup.”

“I’d like that too.” He wanted to bury them both in his coat, to give them a little extra heat. Unfortunately, they’d get nowhere that way. At least they’d already changed into their fall coats, thanks to Jaehee’s preparations. The only thing missing were their hats, gloves, and scarves, and he had no doubt Jaehee was already planning to pull them out of wherever she stored them.

“What type though…” MC tapped her chin as she pondered the question. Her nose scrunched adorably.

“Or a hot pot,” Zen added. The three of them sitting around a small table together—he always loved it when they shared meals like that. It was intimate, familial, and he never knew how much he longed to eat with others till they’d stepped into his apartment.

“A hot pot sounds nice,” Jaehee agreed, already pulling out her phone. “I’ll get a list ready.”

MC laughed, leaning forward slightly so she could see Jaehee. “You’re always so ready.”

“I haven’t been Jumin’s assistant for all these years for nothing,” Jaehee replied with a smile. “He is surprisingly spontaneous for such a serious man.”

“But only when it comes to his C-A-T.” There was a mischievous glint in MC’s eyes as she looked up at him, her lips curled into a sly smirk. She’d been spending too much with Seven. Or maybe Elizabeth.

Just the thought of the little monster made his nose tickle and he glared at her balefully. “Spelling it doesn’t make it better!”

“You know saying it doesn’t actually mean it’s here, right?” MC sighed fondly, shaking her head. “Oh, let’s have hot chocolate too!”

Jaehee frowned, giving MC a horrified look. “The tastes will clash.”

“Well, you’re not making coffee, so hot chocolate has to do,” MC replied, pouting slightly.

“That’s because I still have to finish studying it!” Jaehee replied indignantly. “I can’t give you an inferior product.”

Zen chuckled. They’d had this argument so many times now. Despite how much they’d praised her, her confidence in her skills was next to nil. The dream of opening a coffee shop would have to wait a little. “We’d still love it.”

“But—”

“And everything you make is amazing,” MC chimed in, determined.

“I…I’ll think about it.” Jaehee looked pleased.

Feeling utterly comfortable, Zen pulled them to a stop in front of a park.

“Zen?” MC looked at him questioningly.

He didn’t say anything as he steered them into the empty playground. Clasping their hands in his, he brought up Jaehee’s to his lips. “Jaehee.” He gently kissed the back of her hand. “MC.” He kissed her hand next. “I got the part.”

They stared at him for half a second, blinking rapidly as they processed the news. Immediately, Jaehee’s hand slipped out of his, already opening her calendar on her phone. “What date? I’ll make sure to buy tickets, and we’ll have a party—”

At the same time, MC gripped his hands tightly, practically bouncing on her heels as she beamed up at him. “Wow!!” She stood on her tiptoes, kissing him softly. “Congrats! You should have told us earlier!”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he murmured, basking in their love.

MC giggled. “We’re definitely surprised. What’s the play?”

“And don’t think of getting us tickets,” Jaehee added, looking up from her phone expectantly. Despite her fanmode switching on (and Zen was pretty sure she’d always react like this to his performances, always overeager to celebrate his successes), she reached forward to squeeze his hand lovingly. “We’re supporting your work.”

He almost wants to kiss them right then and there, but he hadn’t finished telling them the news yet. The beast would just have to wait a little longer. Clearing his throat, he corrected, “It’s not a play.”

“It’s not?” Jaehee blinked, confused.

Zen can’t stop himself from grinning. “It’s the lead in a movie.”

They react as expected. If they’d been shocked before, they were utterly frozen now. Mouths agape, eyes wide, their grip loose as they processed everything—it was utterly adorable. He almost takes a photo to remember it all.

“A movie?” MC finally asked, the first to recover. Her voice was a low shriek, and he’d been right to take them to the empty park for this.

Jaehee rubbed her ears, still shell-shocked. “Did I mishear?”

“No, it’s a movie,” he repeated, his smile growing broader.

“Oh my god!!!” MC grabbed his arms again, almost jumping on him as she kissed his cheek excitedly. “That’s amazing!”

Even Jaehee, for once, got over her shyness and grabbed his hand. Squeezing it gently, she leaned against him. “Congrats. You did it. You made it.”

Her words had the weight of someone who’d watched his struggles from the beginning, and Zen pulled her closer, pressing a kiss on her head. “I did, didn’t I?”

“We’re having a viewing party,” MC announced, her face still flushed with excitement. “I’m sure we can convince Jumin to rent a theatre for this.”

“Jumin…” Zen grimaced.

Ignoring his frown, Jaehee pulled away and took out her phone once more. “I’ll get some DVDs to record it on.” She stopped, looking utterly unsure of herself. “Wait, no, that’ll happen anyways, it’s a movie.”

“Official merch?” MC suggested. “There’s got to be some of that.”

“Right!” Jaehee breathed in, finding her footing once more. “Okay, we’ll have to scour for that.”

There was a reason that Zen stopped taking constant selfies, and that reason was right in front of him. He didn’t need the validation, not when he had these two confirming his existence with every breath, reminding him of his worth with every conversation.

Zen wanted to hug them, so he did. He wrapped his arms around them, pulling them close, ignoring their surprised squeaks as he buried them in his coat. As they look up, he swoops down to kiss them. A slow, languid one with MC, a gentle, breathless one with Jaehee. They’re bright red and flushed, and he would never get over this reaction. He hoped they would do it still when they were old and grey.

He wanted to be with them until he was old and grey.

MC turned her head slightly, smiling at Jaehee. “You’re making him coffee tonight.”

“What?” Jaehee squeaked again, not expecting that at all.

“He’s your first customer.” MC squirmed slightly in his arms but didn’t escape his grip. Her side pressed against his chest, she reached forward and grabbed Jaehee’s hand and squeezed it tight. “If his big dream is coming true, it’s time we made yours real too.”

“But…” Jaehee trailed off.

It wasn’t a no. Zen nodded, pressing a kiss against Jaehee’s forehead. “Can I be your first customer?”

It was utterly unfair of him, he knew. She ducked her head slightly, mumbling, “Fine.” Her ears were a bright red. “But I’m not making the coffee shop yet, so let’s set that aside for now.”

“For now,” MC agreed, leaning forward to kiss Jaehee too.

Removing his right hand, Zen pulled out his phone, his thumb quickly activating the camera. Noticing his actions, MC laughed. “Selfie-time?”

“Nope,” he replied, shaking his head. Keeping them close, he snapped a shot of the three of them.

It was a family portrait, though he wasn’t ready to say that aloud. Not until he found the right words to propose.