A Writer's Muse

lolol i'm izzy and i have no life, which is why i write loads of fanfic... my current obsessions are mystic messneger. and yoosung. mostly yoosung. god, i love yoosung. can somebody give me yoosung for the rest of my life??? -grabby hands-

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Had this supposed to be Hanzo style-practice drawing sitting in my computer for awhile now.

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[sofanfictional]

I loooove your work, I need some Zen smut pleeeeeaase (if you're comfortable with it)

Hey there friendly anon~~ I’ve started modding @rikas-fundraising-assholes  recently and we have plenty of smut there! I’ve written a daddy kink fic with Zen.

This blog will probably be just for my own personal drabbles, so go check out that other blog for requests! <3 (;

[sofanfictional]

I AM SO IN LOVE WITH YOUR YOOSUNG FANFICS. *cries* Especially the one where he doesn't want to be called cute. Do you write smut?? If you do, it would be awesome if you made a cont. where he has enough of MC's teasing, goes all alpha and teaches you a lesson in bed. Manly Yoosung is such a babe <3 Honestly tho... he feels like the type of guy to be so sexy and irresistible dominatrix when you push the right buttons. Here's hoping u make me dreams come true ;u; Once again, u r awesome! <3

Hey there happy anon~~ I’d absolutely love to redirect you to the blog I help mod... @rikas-fundraising-assholes! We write ton of fics over there and, actually, this request is on our list. (; Right now requests are closed, but keep your eyes open for the re-opening! :DD

Much love~ <3

[rikas-fundraising-assholes]

could you do yoosung with an mc with a game addiction just like him?

This request was so much fun to write… Thanks for the request, anon! -Z

Nothing beats coming home after a very long day, taking off your shoes and your coat, and putting on your headphones. You shake your mouse, quickly waking your computer from sleep mode. Login to LOLOL? Check! Login to messenger? Check! Before you queue up for a game, you take a moment to stretch, relishing in the satisfying pop of your joints cracking. You move your messenger to your second screen and check your friends list.

Not Yoosung, not Yoosung, not Yoo—YOOSUNG! You don’t even realize you’re smiling as you double click on his username to bring up a private chat.

honey I’m homeeeee;; wanna play LOLOL round with me?

His reply is an invite to party up with him, and then you’re both in queue. Your messenger app rings with urgency, and you blink at your second screen to see that Yoosung is calling you. Of course, you accept. His webcam is already on and you can see a low-quality copy of your boyfriend waving at you. You shift slightly and look down at your clothing. Last time you’d worn a strapless dress and joined him for a video call, he’d nearly fainted thinking you were naked. This time, you’re wearing a sweater. You click on your video.

“Ah! Somebody beautiful is on my screen!” he gasps dramatically, slapping both palms to his cheeks.

Your face heats up a bit as you grin at him. “Are you looking at porn, honey?” you practically purr.

This time it’s his turn to get embarrassed, and boy, you always forget that somebody can possibly turn that shade of red. He’s so much fun to tease! “W-WHAT?!” he cries out, dropping his hands and looking mildly disgusted. “Of course not! No! My baby’s the only one for me!” His face contorts into something a bit more thoughtful after a while. “But if it’s porn of you, then…”

Your laughter fills up your studio apartment and you bring your legs up to sit criss-crossed on your chair. You keep shooting impatient looks at the LOLOL client, hoping a game will pop up sooner rather than later. There’s a special event going on for a super rare item, and you want it! “Maybe we can film some together later,” you say offhandedly.

He splutters, raising his hands in defeat then using them to cover his face. “I give, I give! I can’t out tease you, I’m sorry for even trying!” Through his wide-spread fingers, you can see the twinkle of his eyes. As much as he badgers you for all the teasing, you’re 100… 99.9% sure he loves it.

“Good boy!” you chirp. Before you can ask him how his day was, your LOLOL client is blinking.

Yoosung notices it to. “Let’s go kick noob ass, baby!” he cheers, pumping his fist and accepting.

Following his example, you watch as the game lobby fills up, and then you’re both in. “Be glad you’re not on the opposite team honey, or I’d be kicking your ass!” you laugh, stretching your fingers in preparation.

“Whaaaat? As if!”

The game starts, and you’re both drawn into it. Whenever his character dies, you look at him through the video call and stick your tongue out, goading him into playing better. “Honeey, come on, take the game seriously!” Ironically enough, you’re killed the moment you say that.

You stare incredulously at the death recap being played and look over to see Yoosung’s eyes narrowing with rage. “How dare you kill her?! I WILL AVENGE YOU _____!” he roars, locking his shoulders and absolutely ­­mashing his keyboard. It is incredibly satisfying to see him get the kill, and you coo over your ‘saviour’ for a while with a bright smile.

The afternoon seems to pass the both of you by too quickly. Your stomach rumbles and grumbles, and you know you have to take a break to at least make something. “Ah, Yoosung,” you push away from your desk and cancel the queue, “I’m going to make some food. You should eat too!”

As you get up from your chair and trot to your small kitchen, you turn around to peek at the video call. To your surprise, Yoosung is gone. The webcam is still on, but he’s not in front of it. Part of you is disappointed – last time, you caught him staring at your butt and had wiggled it when you realized.  You were hoping to do it again but you suppose he’s probably even hungrier than you are.

Humming, you bustle around the kitchen, pulling out your phone to use it as a speaker for some music. Before you know it, you’re twisting and dancing around the tiny little apartment, stopping once in a while to make sure the food isn’t burning, and even singing along.

You throw your head back and belt out the last note, and that’s when a pair of hands cover your eyes.

For a second you panic. “Guess who~” But his voice calms you down, and you let out a long sigh. Leaning back, you cuddle into your boyfriend. You hadn’t even heard him enter!

As revenge for actually scaring you, you decide to play around. “Hmmh. Zen, have you come to steal me away?” you ask.

He nips playfully at your neck and removes his hands to pout at you. He makes sure to stare at you with the saddest puppy eyes possible, and you actually feel an itch of guilt.

“I’m making fried rice,” you say instead, pressing a kiss to his cheek and slipping out of his arms to take the pan off the heat. “You haven’t eaten yet, right?” Tip-toeing, you reach for a pair of bowls. Matching bowls that Yoosung got you, actually. Behind you, Yoosung races to get them first, pressing into your back and swiping them just out of your reach.

He smiles at you and leans down to kiss your pouting lips. Those were your bowls! “Let’s eat at the computer?” he asks while he fills the bowls.

You nod and reach out to take your bowl, handing him a pair of chopsticks and then leading the way to your desk. After Yoosung takes his seat on your chair, you settle into his lap. “So what’s with the surprise visit?” you ask after you’ve swallowed down your first few bites. Could’ve done with a bit more seasoning.

“Have you checked your LOLOL client yet?” he asks instead.

You frown at him and shuffle around to reach the keyboard and mouse. There’s a notification in the corner. A gift? Eyeing Yoosung suspiciously, you click on the message and ‘unwrap’ the gift. And… and… “OH MY GOD!” Thank god you’d put down your bowl. Hell, you rip the bowl out of Yoosung’s hands and put it away on the table with yours, because you want to kiss his beautiful wonderful face and no way in hell some rice is getting in the way of that.

He laughs into your kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You like it?”

“This is—the event started yesterday! How’d you even get it?! Why are you giving it to me?” you gasp, planting feather light kisses all over his face in your excitement.

Between being kissed and his laughter, it takes a while for him to reply. But when he does, he moves to grab your face, staring at you so seriously with his beautiful eyes. “I don’t have a lot of money. I can’t buy you fancy things or take you out to pretty places. But…” he clears his throat. “But I, I hope this is enough?”

You almost want to cry. “More than enough,” you whisper, pressing your forehead to his. “Better than enough. It’s the best gift, in the world, from the best boyfriend ever.”

He smiles, and then shifts uncomfortably under you. “Baby, I gotta go to the bathroom.”

Mood. Ruined. You snort and hop off of his lap, letting him escape to the toilet. Your eyes follow his movements until the bathroom door clicks shut, and then you turn around to finish off your rice, when you see that there’s a message with the gift. As you’re reading, the bathroom door swings open again.

________,

I love you. I will always love you. And I hope you’ll always love me too.

So…

You hear him drop to his knee behind you and your hands are at your mouth.

There are tears in your eyes that you can’t stop, won’t stop, and you turn around to launch yourself off the chair and into the arms of your waiting boyfri… fiancé. “’I do, I do, I do!”

Will you be my player two?

[rikas-fundraising-assholes]

anonymous asked:

what about the mc being the lecturer at yoosung’s college? fluff & idk if you write smut :) 

So, I was asked on my personal blog for this, actually, but I decided to post it here and just link my cute little anon. I may have forgotten the fluff… and gone full out smut. Whoops. > 3>;; I’ll write something fluffy soon. - MOD Z

He, and just about all of the student body, has always had a massive crush on you. Ever since you walked in to the lecture hall, hair flowing and hips swaying, he could never look away. Your eyes always light up with a fiery passion while teaching and Yoosung’s grades have been steadily climbing ever since you came into his life. It helps that whenever he does well on his assignments, you’re always extra sweet to him.

You’re up front with your back to the class, writing down the details of this current class. His pen is flowing across his notebook, copying the text, but every once in a while, his eyes drift just a teeny bit down. Why on earth do you wear such tight skirts to class? Yoosung gulps down the saliva gathering in his mouth, shaking his head to try and clear it of such naughty thoughts.

“Everybody got that?” your voice booms across the hall and he’s nodding his head. There are so many students in here that he doesn’t expect you to lock eyes with him and grin.

He looks down to his notes, ears tingling with warmth. He hopes you never look at the others like that.

You clap your hands and the class rises to their feet, racing to the door for their next lecture. “Remember your assignments! Write me if you need any help!” you shout after them.

Yoosung slowly gets up, gathering his pens and notebook, and shoving them roughly into his bag. Waiting until the flow of students has slowed, he thinks about what to do next. It’s nearly time for lunch and there are no afternoon classes awaiting him. Maybe he can head home and get some rounds of LOLOL under his belt before studying?

“’Ah, Yoosung!” you stop him. “Can I talk to you for a bit?”

He pauses and turns to look at you, blush still lightly dusting his cheeks. The once full classroom feels so empty with just you and him, and he is hyper aware of that fact. “Y-Yes ma’am?” he squeaks.

Your laughter is like tinkling bells. You wave at the chair by your desk and he practically sinks into it as you sashay over to the door. “You’re done with classes for today, right?” you hum, flicking the lock on the door. It clicks shut.

He swallows thickly as you turn to peer at him from half-lidded eyes. “Uhm, y-yeah, that’s right,” he stutters. “Why?”

You must be tempting him, licking your lips like that. “Then, shall I tutor you, Yoosung Kim?” Your voice is a dangerous purr and he can’t help following the curves of your body as you stalk towards him. When you look down to his lap, he looks too, red faced and squirming uncomfortably. His trousers are a bit too tight.

He really likes your tutoring sessions. Yoosung can’t find his voice, so he nods instead.

His heart is thudding dangerously fast in his chest. There’s only one chair at this desk, so surely, oh god. Are you going to use him as a seat? The throb of his boner likes the idea of that. Yoosung strains to stay steadily sitting, watching you come closer, closer, so damn close, and then sit on the desk. “No need to be so nervous, cutie,” oh god did you just call him cute?! “What’s hard for you?”

I’m hard for you, he nearly says. It sounds like something Zen would say. He can’t think straight and all that’s really registering is that your perfume smells like Freesia. It suits you.

You swing your legs and he almost jumps when your foot brushes against the inside of his leg. “Then how about a game?” you chirp instead, tilting your head. “I hear you’re good at games.”

That’s something he knows, something he can talk about. “What kind of game?” he asks with slight hesitation. At least one thing is working out for him – his voice didn’t crack asking that question. But this semi-hard problem in his pants still twitches for attention.

It does not help, at all, when you lean forward. Your cleavage. He wants to cover you up. It’s so present, oh god. “I ask questions. You answer. Every time you get something right, I’ll take something off.” His eyes are bulging out of their sockets and, oh, that semi is getting a bit more prominent. Yoosung shifts around uncomfortably, trying to do everything to make sure it’s not digging into your thigh. It’s not working. “If you get me down to my underwear, then I guess you can ask me to do something for you?”

A groan rumbles in his throat. This is what he gets for dating you.  But he loves it. “Okay,” he agrees, trying to lean casually against the back of the chair.

“Great!” you chirp, leaning back on the desk. His chest loosens and he can breathe a bit more. “We’ll start easy. Define ‘alopecia’.”

His head spins. Alopecia? He’s heard that word thrown around quite a lot during his animal sciences class.

Your fingers tapping are more of a distraction than anything, and why are you pouting?! You’re not the one struggling to answer questions. He really can’t help that all the blood that usually helps his brain is kind of stranded elsewhere. “Weight loss, flaky skin, or hair loss?”

Okay, there are options. “Loss of…” You’d be horrible at poker, Yoosung realizes. Your eyes are lit up with pleasure, and he can tell he’s kind of on the right track. “Hair?” he guesses.

“Good boy!” you coo, reaching up to take your hair out of its ponytail.

It shouldn’t be this sexy. This is unfair. He lets out a shuddering sigh as your locks of chestnut fall down across your shoulders, framing your face. But… but he got the question right! Yoosung might actually be able to do this. Maybe. Possibly.

“True or false: protein is made of carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen and oxygen?”

This is something he knows. “True!” he says with confidence. It’s easier to think when he focuses on the questions instead of, oh. Oh. You’re bending over to shimmy out of that tight skirt he was admiring earlier, sliding heeled feet through the opening and tossing it aside. Your oversized sweater hides enough, but he can’t stop picturing it.

And you know what you’re doing to him, he can just tell by that sneaky little grin on your face. “Night blindness is caused by a deficiency of what vitamin?”

He can’t take his eyes off of the way you wiggle into a more comfortable sitting position. “B- no, wait!” Your nose scrunching is a sure sign he’s wrong, but you’re giving him another chance. “C?”

Still wrong. Your disappointed sigh is worse than the ‘defeat’ screen that comes up at the end of a bad game. The game continues for a while longer until you’re sitting there in a lacy number and black heels. As your questions (and his boner) get harder, the longer he has to think to answer.

But it’s here. You’re near naked, and if he gets this last question right…

“Do you love me?”

He doesn’t even have to think about it. “Of course!”

It seems like that’s the right answer because your face lights up like a million stars at once. “Well then, what’s your request? You’ve been a good boy~”

Has he told you he finds it hot when you call him a good boy? He wants to, but you’ll probably hold it against him. His eyes trace over your body, oh, the things he could do, would do, to you… “Can I have a… a kiss?” he murmurs instead, raising his finger to point it to his lips. “Here?”

“Haaah, even when I’m like this,” you whisper softly. Yoosung has to focus to hear you, but then you’re on his lap and kissing him, hands on either of his cheeks to hold him still. His fingers hesitate just a touch away from your ass, before you reach down and press his hands to it yourself. The kiss is beyond the definition of sensual, and he doesn’t want this to end.

But he has to breathe at some point.

He focuses on your tongue, peeking out to lick your lips. “Such a gentleman,” you sigh. “Well, that’s today’s study session! I can’t wait to see your project, Mr. Yoosung~!” You stretch before climbing off his lap, bending over to grab your clothes and redress yourself.

You take a few minutes to readjust your pants to hide the bulge, and then make your way home.

That night as Yoosung grips his cock firmly in his pumping hand, he pictures you. Your hair tickling his face, hands sliding all over his body. And it pushes him to the edge.

“The answer is fourty-twoooooooooooooooo~” he cries out as he climaxes.

[rikas-fundraising-assholes]

hacker voice

cracks knuckles… pushes up glasses… I’m in…

Hey everybody~ don’t worry, I didn’t actually hack into this blog;; lolol. I’m the new mod, and you can call me… drumroll please MOD Z! Because I’m fabulous. How is that related to Z? … that’s a good question, and also a secret. I’m really excited to make all of your fanfic requests a reality, so don’t be scared to get creative, okay? <3

AHHHH I’M ALL FIRED UP TO WRITE FOR YOU GUYS!

[sofanfictional]

Hey guys! I started modding over at the following blog~ Don't worry, I'll still be posting here for all my personal fics... but send any MM requests over there! c:

[sofanfictional]

RE:LOLOL

STARSHINEY is a well-known LOLOL player. They make insane plays that can save even the worst of games and have been in the “Top Ten” of the world ever since it’s release. Why do you know this?

… because you are STARSHINEY.

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I have no idea what’s even going on with this story anymore. But all the love is really appreciated, so thank you for your continued support! On to Part 7~

Honestly, you’re starting to think that Seven is avoiding you. It’s getting ridiculous. He always seems to log off the chatroom right as you’re signing it. As much as you’d like to play along with the idea that it must be a super power (magical powers of avoiding you, wow), you’re starting to think there’s something more to it. That he might be… watching you, checking if you’re on your phone or not. You take it upon yourself to start inspecting the apartment a bit more closely.

Maybe you’re being paranoid? You don’t want to be. The RFA… you’re so happy to work with them and their goal sounds so inspirational. For once in your life, you honestly feel like you’ve connected to somebody.

But. But what if?

You only change when you’re in the bathroom now because, if you are right about there being cameras in the apartment, you hope that they’d at least be decent enough to not put it in there.

Swallowing down your discomfort, you shift your bag of goodies to one arm and use your free hand to type in the door’s password. Using your shoulder, you nudge it open. Once you’re back inside, you throw everything off of your body. The duffle bag, the backpack, and the little paper bag full of snacks. Since you’re going to be working from Rika’s apartment anyways and you wanted to talk to the group… you might as well stay there overnight until V decides to trust you.

Trusting you. Hah. You busy yourself with unpacking your things, pushing your duffel full of spare clothes and toiletries into a corner. And then you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

… with your phone in your back pocket.

You sit on the toilet seat and pull out your phone, logging into the RFA chatroom. There in the ‘online users’ list is none other than Seven.

oh! the elusive seven oh seven has been found~

Was it so wrong to expect at least a reply? You stare with a deep hurt at the “707 has left the chatroom” that follows your message, before narrowing your eyes and practically kicking the bathroom door open. Oh no. Oh hell no. Seven will not be avoiding you, not if you have anything to do with it!

You don’t know where the cameras are. “SEVEN!” You don’t even know if they can record audio. You don’t know anything because they won’t tell you but they’re expecting you to do stuff for them? “Seven! I’m not—I just want to talk!” Your explosive fury is quickly sputtering out, washed away by the nervousness and pain that’s creeping into your mind. You want answers, but is it wrong of you to ask questions? You want friends, but do you even deserve any? “Please,” you ask.

A ping. It’s a text message.

You’re forgetting to do something…

Your hands shake as you try, desperately, to remember. Something. Anything. What is this cryptic riddle--- oh. Fumbling around, you rush to the closest window and throw it open. Inhaling deeply, you scream as loudly as you can. “DEFENDER OF JUSTICE SEVEN OH SEVEN,” you cry, “HELP ME!”

Haaah. Crumpling against the wall, you bury your rapidly reddening face into your knees, clutching at your phone. He better answer you now, because that was the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done.

And you once tried to cosplay that LOLOL character.

One… two… you sit there waiting for what feels like forever before your (admittedly short) patience snaps. If he wants to avoid you, you’ll bug him till he acknowledges you.

You glare at your phone and tap 7 on speed dial. It rings, taunting you… and then it connects. A minute passes with neither of you saying a thing, and though you’d told yourself you’d let him speak for himself first, this is getting annoying.

“Look, I… if you hate me being in the RFA so much,” your heart aches, “why didn’t you just tell me? Instead of… instead of sending me away like that, leaving me to embarrass myself in front of everybody, like some sort of, some sort of…” You fumble over your words and try not to cry but the stupid sniffles are giving you away. “Like an idiot!”

He stays quiet as you climb to your feet and direct your glare around the apartment. “Do you enjoy watching me suffer?” you ask, whipping your head around when a glint of light catches your attention. Camera or reflection? “Do you hate me that much, Seven?”

(His back to you, your hands clenching at his jacket, ‘this is too sad’, whispered promises and apologies and ‘please don’t go, don’t r—‘)

Your head hurts. It’s going crazy with scenarios, like it always does, always has. Memories that feel so real but are fake, a daydream that won’t leave you alone and twists your reality… It’s always like this, but right now, you want it to go away. Not now. You need to focus on this conversation, on figuring out what he’s trying to do.

You need to understand.

“I don’t hate you.” Short, simple, straight to the point. But not good enough.

(I don’t hate you, but I’m dangerous and I’ll end up hurting you… just like everybody else. Stay away.)

You rub at your face, smudging your tears all over the place. “Then what is it?”

(But I feel safest around you. Don’t say such sad things… we’ll be okay.)

A long sigh.

(A tight embrace, too tight you can’t breathe, holding each other desperately. Don’t let go…)

You frown. “I don’t speak sigh, Seven.”

(Falling, falling, he’s screaming your name and you’re falling towards him too fast to stop,)

Silence. Stupid, maddening silence.

(So that’s what all of the bones in your body sound like when breaking…)

You might just go insane. “Then… make it up to me. I, I need something to distract me from,” you gesture vaguely around the apartment. You can feel him. Watching. Listening. “From all of this. I don’t want to leave, and I won’t. I promised you guys a party.”

“And what would you need?” he sounds defeated

(“Your love,” “A hug,” “Billions of dollars,” “Somebody in here with me,” those aren’t the right answers…)

What would you want? You’re tempted to make some sort of ridiculous request, but… “Can I use the computer in here?” You pause. “I know, I know, top secret files and what-not, but I want to… play games again.”

He takes so long to reply you’re scared he’ll say no. “Wait until tomorrow. My boss… he’s calling me.” He actually sounds sincerely sorry about it, which is a change from his droning tone.

At first you want to call him out for his bullshit, but a nagging feeling of… nostalgia? Déjà vu?... hits you like a train, and you know you have to let him go. But. “Sev- Luciel,” you pause your restless pacing and narrow your eyes on a single spot. There’s nothing there that you can see but every part of you is screaming that there’s… something. So you smile at it, your biggest grin.

You hear his breath catch.

“I’ll chase you all the way to the space station.”

The call ends and you crawl over to the bed, absolutely exhausted. The call has taken a toll on you and hearing his voice again… your mind is alight with too many words, too many dreams and memories swirling together to form something incomprehensible. You can’t make out what’s real and what’s not.

Using your foot, you pull your backpack over to you, and unzip a small pocket to reveal a jar of sleep medication. Tonight, you just want to… sleep.

[sofanfictional]

RE:LOLOL

STARSHINEY is a well-known LOLOL player. They make insane plays that can save even the worst of games and have been in the “Top Ten” of the world ever since it’s release. Why do you know this?

… because you are STARSHINEY.

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Despite your best efforts, you can’t get to sleep.

Every time you feel yourself starting to settle, your eyes firmly shut, the fear brushes up against you. A reminder that it waits, lurking, forever ready for every mistake you make. Even being tucked firmly under Rika’s spare sheets does nothing to avert the horrible feelings gripping you.

Your eyes drift to where the computer is – in the darkness it’s nothing but a shadowy box, but you can picture a screen lighting up your face. Longing fills you. Gaming could chase the darkness away, could give you something to pass the time until daylight graces you. Except you forgot to ask Seven or V if you could touch it, so you’ll have to settle for something else to distract you. You paw at your phone, tugging it from its face down position by your pillow, and tap the screen on.

You’ve gotten so used to this insomnia that the backlight of your phone is already dim in preparation. The RFA app takes a moment to load and then you’re logged into a chatroom that is, surprisingly enough, not empty.

Ah! Youre still awake? It’s not good to stay up so late.

Pot, meet kettle.

you're the one with classes yoosung~ too busy gaming?

Don’t remind meeee. At least it’s not morning classes. ; u ;

You shift to lie on your side, curling protectively around yourself. Yet again, you wish you had a custom emote to express yourself like the rest of the group. Alas, you have to settle for your sharp wit.

you been playing a lot more lately… is there xp event going on??

God, you hope not. It’s bad enough that your ranking decayed, but just picturing the long journey of playing catch-up is revolting.

OH!! SUPER IMPORTANT! Has STARSHINEY wrote you yet?

You tab out of the chatroom for a second to quickly browse up on LOLOL news. No events. Okay, still safe.

yaaa! they’re definitely coming~

Really?! That fires me up!!

Part of you is tempted to write up an email. Why not, right? But perhaps you’re getting to drawn into this ‘pretend’, treating this whole situation as too much of a… game. You try to shake your head clear of the intruding thoughts (it doesn’t matter just reset nobody cares) and decide against the whole email thing. Building a web of lies isn’t exactly your master plan.

When they come to the party… I’ll show them what an awesome LOLOL player I am!! I’ll definitely reach #1!!

The ping draws your eyes back to the chatroom, and you’re glad Yoosung is awake to entertain you. Still…

the party’s in five days tho… will you have time? +school, sleep, food…

It’s ridiculous, huh? T= T ;;

You smile, letting him sweat out the pause before your reply.

nah. i believe in you yoosung~ but take care of yourself too!!

E—EH?! Then I’ll definitely work x2 harder! AHHH I’M SO FIRED UP! I’m going to go play right now!

Although you’re tempted to nag him (classes are classes regardless of morning or night), you can practically hear his eagerness dripping in his words.

can i listen…?

He sends his confused emoji. (The personal sound effect bounces around the apartment, almost sexual in nature. Has anybody told him he moans like a porn star? You’ll wait until the party to tell him, so you can see his pretty face go red.)

… “never mind”, is what you want to say, but your phone starts vibrating wildly in your hands. You flinch back and rush to answer the phone, mindlessly noting the blonde hair as Yoosung. “H-Hello!”

“You wanted to call, right?”

You nod. A few seconds of silence remind you that he can’t see you. “Yeah, if it’s… okay? You can still play, I just…”

It’s quiet enough that you’re ready to just hang up and suffer the long night alone, but then there’s furious tapping and he replies. “Ah! We found a game!” he chirps. “Should I play support this time?” he murmurs.

Your phone is on speaker, so you can get comfortable and nestled in for his narration. “Will you be fine with the call? Don’t you talk to your teammates?”

It’s not that you’d know what it’s like since you never use voice chat for gaming. “No worries, no worries~ I’m push to talk!” he says. “I hope one day I can play with you.  Maybe I can teach you LOLOL?” his voice is slightly distracted and you can hear the pace of his clicks and the press of his keyboard. The game has started.

You wonder how he’d teach a player higher ranked than him… Oi! You bite your tongue, stopping the teasing remark before you can say it out loud.

“A-Ah! ENEMY ATTACK! We need to-need to,” Yoosung cries out. He’s awfully loud for so late in the evening – his neighbours must hate him. “GROUP UP GROUP UP!!” Does he even realize how noisy he is? You wonder if you sound like this when you play.

The screaming on the other side of the call is actually soothing, like a balm to your restless spirit. Your eyes are drifting shut.

Something bangs loudly. He’s probably hitting his desk. “Listen to meeeee~!” he cries out. “’O-Oi?! I’ve been muted this whole time?!”

You snort. Maybe if you’d been more aware, you’d hear his sigh of relief. Maybe you’d link it to the amused noise you made. But you’re not aware. You’re dead tired. The minutes turn into an hour and you’re half-present for the call, responding to his offhand questions with short answers and hums. Yoosung’s really intense when he’s focused, so it’s funny to hear him switch personalities the instant his character revives.

“I’m glad you stayed in RFA,” is quickly followed by a roar of “I WILL AVENGE YOU!”

It’s all so ridiculous it’s hard to keep up with. The noises are starting to mix all together into static, but his presence, even though just a call, seems to shine enough light to steer the darkness away.

But it’s getting quiet. Did you accidentally hang up? You’re too tired to check. 

“Still awake?”

Oh, the game probably ended. “Yeah,” you mumble. Part of you hopes he’s going to play another round, at least until the sun comes up. The other part of you is already beating yourself up for even thinking such a thing.

His yawn is contagious though, and you stretch out to accommodate the motion. “I’m going to bed now… are you going to stay up?” he prods.

“I don’t know,” you admit.

Yoosung is steadily sounding sleepier and sleepier. “If I were there I’d cuddle you to sleep! But I’m not, so,” he pauses. You hear the rustle of fabric (is he changing into pajamas?) and a small curse. “So call me whenever… so you don’t feel so lonely.”

You’re about to agree and take him up on the offer when it clicks.

“Goodnight! Try to sleep, so we can meet in our dreams~”

Wait, how did he know you were lonel—

the call ends.

[sofanfictional]

Consensual

Cute fluff with a bit more focus on Yoosung’s thoughts! Struggled a bit with this one, trying to phrase it right, but I like how it came out.

Yoosung x Reader

Yoosung can’t tear his eyes away from you. Gosh, you’re pretty. Pretty gorgeous. Has he told you how amazing you look today? Not that you don’t look amazing every day. But he can’t get over the way you’re your hair perfectly frames your face and how you make those clothes look so good.  And when you smile, yes just like that, his stomach does belly flops from a mile high diving board. He’s falling in love all over again. He can’t help it. You’re just so… beautiful.

He’s never denied that physical attraction was important to him. But he got so attached through just the messenger that, and he remembers it well, he had told himself it wouldn’t matter. You were beautiful on the inside. And then you met, and he realized you were absolutely stunning on the outside.

His eyes are glued to your lips. Technically, your smile. But your lips are tantalizing, just begging him to kiss them. And they’re moving.

Oh. You’re saying something.

“Yoosung? Earth to honey~” you chirp.

Honey. God, he loves hearing you say that. It makes pleasant shudders ripple through his entire being and he could listen to you say ‘honey’ for the rest of his life without complaints. Your lips are moving and he can’t look away, not even for a second.

He swallows down the nervousness in his gut and inches closer to you. “Can I hold your hand?” he murmurs.

Your laugh swallows him whole and he glances up at your eyes, lit up so bright and cheerful. A tiny nod is all the permission he needs and he grabs, greedy, wanting, at your hands.

For a moment that satiates his needs. This is enough. More than enough. He tries to tell himself that over and over but it’s not working. So his Adam’s apple bobs and he stares intensely into your (so beautiful how is he not drowning in them) eyes, and asks… “Can I hug you?” He doesn’t move from tracing your palm with his fingers, waiting for permission.

You lean closer to him, enough for him to inhale your smell, and it’s driving him nuts. “You can hug me,” you say. You’d make a great voice actor. Your voice is nice and soothing, a balm to his soul.

He hopes you know how wonderful you are. He loves holding you, pulling you close to him and wrapping around you. His heart is pounding so hard it’s painful but he doesn’t dare move away. You need to know that his heart beats for you. That it races when you’re around. That you mean so much to him that he could die. He buries his face into your hair and stills, relaxing in your presence and your scent.

He’s fairly certain he can fall asleep like this. Part of him wants to drag you to bed for some much-needed cuddles. He’s about to ask when you speak instead. “Yoosung?”

“Y-Yes?” God. Damn. He loves the way you say his name, and when you pull away to look at him, his stare is drawn to your lips. You’re biting them, and every movement is too much; he’s too aware of the way your tongue peeks out to lick your lips. He doesn’t even realize that he’s leaning closer to your face, eyelids fluttering. Only when your noses are touching and your breath is hot on his lips does he realize. “Can I kiss you?”

Your smile is a weapon that should be handled more carefully. “Of course,” and he’s certain you know it. You have him wrapped around your little finger and he wouldn’t have it any other way. You fit perfectly in his arms and he doesn’t have to bend too much to press his lips to yours. When he moves to pull away, you follow. It’s too much. With a flush, Yoosung only parts when he’s completely out of breath, panting for air.

He bumps his forehead to yours, steadying himself in your arms. Before, he’d always feel so restless, trying to find something to do with himself. But here with you, he feels relaxed. Normal. Content. He loves it. “Can I love you?” he asks.

You’re always so obvious about your laughter – even when you try to contain it, he can see the shakes in your shoulders. “Well, you promised you would when you married me~”

Your smile is contagious.

Yoosung thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world; the way you smile, the way your eyes light up, the tangled mess of your hair when you wake up beside him… “Is that a yes?” he mumbles, offering another shy peck to your cheek.

“Yes. It’s a yes.”

His eyes brighten and he leans in with more fervor, squeezing you around the waist. His head ducks into the crook of your neck as he drops kisses all over your face, your jaw, your shoulders. “I love you, wifey!” And he couldn’t imagine it any other way.

[sofanfictional]

RE:LOLOL

STARSHINEY is a well-known LOLOL player. They make insane plays that can save even the worst of games and have been in the “Top Ten” of the world ever since it’s release. Why do you know this?

… because you are STARSHINEY.

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There’s not enough air in here. You’re breathing too fast, too much, and you know you need to calm down but you can’t. Why does he have to make it sound so simple when it’s not? Your mind’s going a mile a minute and you want it to shut up, pleasejustshutupalready.

A cheerful tune rings through the apartment but you can’t bring yourself to move. If you don’t pick up, it’ll be okay. They won’t care and then you can leave because it won’t hurt anybody.  But it doesn’t work out like that and a minute later, your screen is lighting up again and the ringtone repeats itself for you. By the time you finally reach out and bring it to your face, the ringing has come to a stop.

You hold your breath – you don’t know what for. But it rings again. And this time you pick up.

“Hello my darling~!” Ah, it’s Zen. Slowly, you exhale, trying to control your breathing this time so you don’t panic. You’re glad he’s called. It gives you something to focus on.

Unfortunately you don’t sound that happy. “Zen…” you murmur, voice watery with unshed tears.

Don’t! Don’t you dare start now, tears! Your lips wobble and you clench a fist, trying to will some strength into yourself. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Happy non-claustrophobic thoughts. Your head is spinning.

Happy thoughts. But what if—happy thoughts.

Maybe the mantra is working, because you feel your shoulders drooping a bit. Something is relaxing you, taking hold of you and gently easing you to stability. “That’s right lovely; deep breaths,” you hear. His voice glides naturally from humming to deep, calming words, and soon you’re back on earth. “Are you okay now?” he asks.

You rub at your face. “Y-yeah. I’m,” you stumble over the words. “Better.” Not great, not amazing, but better than earlier.

It’s good enough for him. He hums a bit more, reminding you of a lullaby from your childhood. “You shouldn’t let V bully you into doing this if it’s making you this sad.” You would agree if you couldn’t hear the slight sadness in his voice too.

“It’s not… I just hate that I have to choose.” Part of you resents everything about the situation. This isn’t a video game where you’re given two options where one is definitely wrong and one is definitely right. You can’t save and restart. Even if at the beginning you’d thought of it as a game… hiding your face behind a screen and taking a new identity, the stakes are getting too high. “There’s nothing to do in here except talking to you all, and you guys have lives, but if I leave I lose you all,” you mumble.

He’s quiet for a moment, but when he speaks, you can hear the smile in his voice. “We mean that much to you?”

You offer a weak smile that he can’t even see. “Of course.” It’s the truth and saying it aloud helps make the decision for you – there was never really a choice, was there? Of course you’d stay for them. They had you entranced, bewitched by their charms. “I just have to find some hobbies. Get some books, cook, or a computer,” you snort, “or maybe a cat?”

“NO.” His answer is immediate.

Your smile grows into budding laughter and your chest doesn’t feel so heavy anymore. Maybe you just have to think of it as a game with a really really difficult setting. Super nightmare mode or something.

A long sigh catches your attention. “I’d come and entertain you if I could, my princess~!” In your mind’s eye, you can see his wink and pony tail flowing in a mysterious breeze. “I’m a lot better than any cat!”

You’re looking around the apartment, trying to figure out if you should start moving your things in. Maybe convince Seven to let you use the computer on a guest account so you can play in your downtime. If your time outdoor isn’t too long, you can probably go for breaks as well. “Don’t let Jumin hear you say that,” you point out half-heartedly, already starting to plan out a schedule. “Or Seven.”

“Eh?! I’m just saying the truth!” he called out, eliciting another giggle from you. “Have you eaten yet?”

Zen isn’t here to judge you, but you feel a prickle of guilt regardless. “Not yet,” you admit sheepishly. You cradle your phone between your shoulder and ear, getting to your feet and trotting into the kitchen, looking around for pots and pans. “But I bought groceries on my way home, so I can cook something now.”

There’s a huff of amusement on the other end. “Good girl~” he praises. Zen’s always so energetic in his way of speaking that it’s kind of contagious.

You smile. “Woof.”

It’s only quiet for a few seconds before his laughter is pouring through the speakers, loud and content. You let him laugh, let him have his moment. And when Zen starts to calm down, you listen to him. “You know,” he says, “I’m glad you’re staying.”

“I don’t think I could leave,” you admit, reaching for carrots to wash and peel.

“You sound calmer now,” Zen adds. “Happier.”

A considering hum rumbles in your throat; your breathing comes naturally to you now and there’s a calmness to the quiet. “Yeah, I guess,” you mumble. “Thanks.”

He chuckles. “Anytime, my sweet darling! But, ah!” On the other side, he’s rushing around, obviously startled by the time. “I have to go to work now! Take care, my love!”

The phone call ends before you can say anything else, so you set it aside with a huff. “I’ll try,” you whisper. For now though, you just have to focus on cooking some food to satisfy your growling stomach. Maybe some stew?

[sofanfictional]

The recent chapter of your lolol series made me cry omg I love your writing style so much ;;

D-DOKI DOKI (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) thank you so much for your kind words~ I’ll do my best to keep producing work for y’all to read. <3

[sofanfictional]

Your fic is awesome! I'm waiting for part 5! Your writing skills are amazing ♡♡

Uwaaah~~~ Thank you so much! I’d like to remind everybody requests are totally open! I’ll try to get Part 5 out as soon as possible! (:

[sofanfictional]

*psssssst* did you know, that, you, are a wonderful person? Because you are! You fic has given me immortality and I love! Have a great day/morning/night!

I-- oh my gosh. You’re so sweet. *psssssst* Did you know your words totally made my day?! How am I supposed to sleep with this big grin on my face?

[sofanfictional]

RE:LOLOL

STARSHINEY is a well-known LOLOL player. They make insane plays that can save even the worst of games and have been in the “Top Ten” of the world ever since it’s release. Why do you know this?

… because you are STARSHINEY.

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Hey guys! I’m back with chapter four. I hope the characters stand out enough that you can tell who’s saying what... Should  I add in their names next to their messages, or is it okay this way? Would love some feedback!! <3

Only once you’re inside and have nudged the door shut with a bump of your hip does your phone start to ping incessantly. It’s vibrating so hard that it clatters to the ground with a loud BANG! along with the rest of your things as you attempt to grab it mid-air. You look over the screen and sigh with relief at the small spider crack in the top right corner. It hasn’t broken yet. The screen lights up with your attention and your eyes widen at the notification count.

So… many… There are missed calls, text messages, emails… You’re almost afraid to check out the chatroom. Did something happen?

You hurriedly kick your things into a pile in the corner and with one hand start putting away groceries, while the other swipes into the app. It doesn’t fail, it doesn’t ask for a password… You’re let in without a single problem.

Before you even bother to check the texts (there are 10+?!) or the missed calls (you think there’s even more than the texts…) you log into the chatroom.

That catches their attention.

Omg… she’s back…

I told you she wasn’t like that!!

Yes, I was mistaken. My apologies.

Your brows furrow and you casually scroll up a bit to see what had been going on before you came online. As you read over the bitter, angry cries of ‘betrayal’, you kind of wish you hadn’t. Your heart aches as you scroll higher and higher, but you’re stopped by another message that pulls you straight to it.

… Were you kidnapped by that Unknown guy?!

Weren’t they overreacting a bit? You were gone only for a day, but everybody’s acting like you died. The mention of ‘Unknown’ does make your hair stand on edge though, bringing up memories of a feverish nightmare. “Yes… I’ll make you my assistant too…” and a flash of white hair. You shudder, shaking your head to clear it of ill thoughts. It was just a nightmare.

No… The app wasn’t working.

At least not for you. It looks like it was fine for everybody else. Your frown deepens.

Wasn’t working? What do you mean?

When Jumin isn’t busy fawning over his Elizabeth 3rd, he actually asks decent questions. You hum to yourself as you contemplate how to answer, turning away from the filled pantry to sink into the office chair. Gosh, it’s so comfy…

When I went home it asked for a password.

Eh?! You went home?

Yeah… I missed…

You pause and erase the ‘LOLOL’ in your message bar.

My bed.

You did miss your bed. You still miss it, actually, since you fell asleep at your desk this time. So it’s really not a lie.  

Apparently this is enough to distract Zen and Jumin who get into a fight about sleeping anywhere and everywhere. Jumin travels enough that he can sleep in any bed, but because he’s so rich, he only sleeps on really nice beds anyways… Money really is scary.

So, how do I get the login?

You’re glad so many of them are online, hell, even V is here to grace you with his presence. Surely you’ll get some answers, then you can go home… sleep… and be happy.

… You can’t.

Never mind. You take it back. You wish V wasn’t here to answer.

Your login is tied to Rika’s apartment. You can’t access the app if you’re not there.

Your head whirls. So you’re basically under house arrest? That’s so unfair! Can’t they see that’s so unfair?! You say so in the chatroom, ready to chew out his ass for making such a stupid system.

The info’s too important. We can’t let you have access to it where we can’t protect you.

Oh right. Classified information, which nobody else can even look at. All of it was in the app connected to Rika’s login. But still, wasn’t this too much? You can’t call them, can’t text them, can’t handle anything related to RFA outside of the apartment?! You might go crazy.

If it’s too much, you can leave and forget about the RFA.

You bite your tongue. Your heart slows for a moment before thudding dangerously fast and fury is whipping all around you. Is he insane? Leave? You were having so much fun with these people, trying so hard to make their stupid party a huge success, and he’s saying to just leave?! It hurts to imagine that they value you so little… to be so okay with just having you disappear from their lives without a trace. 

They know next to nothing about you anyways. But…

no… i'll stay.

I’m glad to hear that. I must go now. Please don’t leave without informing us again.

… We were worried.

He logs off just like that, and you kind of want to throw your phone. You understand Yoosung’s frustrations a little with that indirect attitude, and there are stubborn tears in your eyes from the rage you can’t control.

but I did. I asked Seven…

V doesn’t stick around to read the message. He’s logged off from the chatroom before you can even send it. You feel like a dog being scolded for something that’s not your fault.

Right! You look at the users logged in, expecting Seven to be present. Because, well, everybody else was. But he’s nowhere to be seen. Did he not tell anybody you were going? Why didn’t he tell you something so important? Does he not care at all about you? Your heart hurts and you have to put your phone down before you break it.

Everything feels like a cage, trapping you in without an escape. You’re suffocating, there’s not enough space, not enough light, everything is too small (toosmalltoosmalltoosmall) and you’re hyperventilating a little. Your hands reach for a computer that’s not there, to play a game you can’t play anymore.

Maybe… Maybe RFA isn’t worth it. Maybe you should go home.

[sofanfictional]

I am far too shy not to use anon but your fanfics give me life. I was a broken girl after yoosungs ending I cried so much. But your fanfics make me less sad! I can't wait to read more!!

i know what you mean, anon!! yoosung is just too precious; i don’t want it to end with the visual novels so we have to create our own stories~ i’m really happy that my work helps out!

<3 your sweet words make me less anxious about posting my stuff. thank you so much for taking the time to message me!!  ಥ‿ಥ 

[sofanfictional]

I LOVE MM, ESPECIALLY YOOSUNG AND I LOVE THIS BLOG EVERYTHING IS SO GOOD IM NUTTING ILY

(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)  u-uwaaa;;; you’re really too kind!! i’m so glad you enjoy my work! :D

[sofanfictional]

RE:LOLOL

STARSHINEY is a well-known LOLOL player. They make insane plays that can save even the worst of games and have been in the “Top Ten” of the world ever since it’s release. Why do you know this?

… because you are STARSHINEY.

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The chatroom has been awfully quiet since you left the house. Sure, it’s not too odd that all of them were busy doing something with their lives, but usually something interesting would happen every other hour. But you’re on your way home, and every time you notice the odd absence of notifications, you play it off as nothing.

You got up especially early this morning. Well, you usually wake up at reasonable-enough times as it is, and then go back to sleep. That was the plan today too but your call with Seven reminded you that you would be free!

Unlocking the door, you step in and relish in the dusty smell of a flat that’s been ignored the last few days. Your nose scrunches up in distaste as you look around, and then you see it. Your baby! Your love! The only one that truly understands you! Excitement propels you forward as you launch into your chair, finger jabbing at a single button. The rumble of the PC fans coming to life soothes your soul like a lullaby and you’re almost about to cry. Your hesitant fingers mess up the password at first, but on your second try you’re given entry, and okay… there’s a tear there.

Gosh, you need to tell them about this! Patting your pockets, you feel for your phone and whip it out, quickly unlocking it and tapping the app. The loading screen whirls to life and then stops. Your brows furrow. You try again and this time it asks you for a login. A login? You were never given a login! You hold your breath as you try for a third time, before giving up.

Maybe something was wrong with the app today? You hope that the others won’t be bothered too much by it, and trust Seven to get it back up and running quickly enough.

You take a moment to relish in the feeling of your mechanical keyboard and then direct your mouse to the large LOLOL icon on your screen. The opening credits pop up and you parrot the sweet “Cheritz!” sound from memory. Finally, you’re back in your element. You log in and glare at the question mark next to your rank, twitching your nose in frustration. Really, usually you’d pray the decay system, but it kind of pissed you off that it’s happening to you.

Apparently people have noticed your absence, though.

Is that???? STARSHINEY!! You’re back?!

omg omg really?? wb shiney you’ve been missed~

EHHHh hey hey! Wanna join my party, Starshiney?!

Your grin is so wide it kind of hurts your cheeks, and you’re quick to reply to the public lobby with messages of comfort and relief. Gosh, it feels great to be back. You’ve missed the community so much despite your short, totally unwanted, break. It’s felt like forever.

Friend Request!

Blinking, you click accept without hesitation, eyes skimming over the username with mild interest. A high ranker has added you. Heh. Feels good to be recognized!

You’re well immersed in the game when the ping of a whisper catches your attention. Your fingers dash across the keyboard as you activate your ultimate and finish off your enemy, allowing you to retreat and read your messages.

Hi STARSHINEY!! The place I work for is having a party and was wondering if u could come?

Oh my god. Is this Yoosung?

yooo~ not even back for a day and im being invited to parties?? Lolol I feel so famous…

As much as you’d encouraged him to get contact details, you hadn’t honestly expected Yoosung to follow through with trying to invite STARSHINEY to the party.

lololol!! is that a yes? Pls email [CENSORED] and tell her you’re coming! :DD

You can’t believe you’re doing this. You alt-tab and take the time to type up an actual email, as if you weren’t writing to yourself. … it sounds worse when put like that. It’s a prank, a prank, so you’re totally not insane for it! There’s little comfort in your little mantra as you press send.

Automatically you reach for your phone to check for the email, but there’s no notification. Your brows furrow. Is there a delay?

done~

Well, kind of done. You’re sure you’ll get the email soon enough, and it’s not really like you actually need one. You’re inviting yourself. Surely a personal RSVP would be allowed.

OMG!! Can’t wait to meet you <3

You’re brought back into the game by hectic screaming from your teammates and that’s that, your mind flips back into gaming mode, leaving the message for another day. As your character moves into battle, your own body tries to imitate it. Your head tilts this way and that way, you exclaim in pain when your character is hit… Just like any other day. You’ve missed this.

Only when your forehead is burning painfully do you realize you’ve fallen asleep at your desk. Your head whips up and you cradle the bruise with a pout. Your eyelids feel heavy and you can already feel the bags pulling at your face.

You cringe and look at your phone for the time. It’s not that late, but you haven’t received a ‘good morning’ text from Yoosung yet. Nobody’s been in the chatrooms and there hasn’t been a single email. Concern fills you and you look hopelessly between your computer and your phone. You can’t even call Seven about it since his number is saved in the app, not in your contacts! With a groan, you slide back from your PC. You suppose you might as well stop by Rika’s apartment again to see if you can find the password there.

Quickly, you pack spare clothes in an overnight bag and then you’re on your way. You even stop by the supermarket to grab some groceries (you haven’t eaten since yesterday morning and maybe you can cook something there), leaving your arms full.