Would you write something with Saeran and an MC who is older than him?
I decided to write a bit for all the Saerans out there ^^ Here you go!
Ray
Ray really adores you and loves you. He knows you’re older, but he fell for your soul, not your body.
On the other hand he is all the time worried you might not like him or find him too childish. He constantly begs you to not leave him, and eyes other believers that are older than him. He even makes sure these get to work far away from your room. Just to be sure.
He’s really insecure all the time he’s not around you. When you get to spend some time together he’s really impressed. All the things you say and do seem so mature and great.He will try to be even more mature and whine a little less but sometimes he just breaks down in front of you.
The flower bouquets he gives to you become a way of communicating between the two of you as time passes. Every time he gives you a new kind of flower, he will leave a sweet message and the flower’s meaning. In return you make a little booklet out of these, adding drawings of the flowers to remember them more easily.
When he sees the booklet and the passion you have for his gifts, he falls even deeper in love with you.
!Dark Saeran
This Saeran version is even more frustrated about your behaviour than he was in the route, because you just won’t deal with the crap he serves you. You won’t give in, you won’t have him call you names. He calls you granny whenever he’s furious.
On some days you seem to submit to him, which he absolutely adores until you end your act and make sure he knows you will never give in to him. This makes him freak out only more, often ending with him blasting out the door.
While he tries to find new ways to make you give in to his mean treatment, you actually adore the ‘game’ you twop play. It’s fun teasing him, since he will always react as you predicted.
Somehow he’s still a child that doesn’t get his favourite toy. In the end, the toy is him.
Whenever you try to get him to leave Mint Eye, he explodes and leaves you locked in your room for days. You eventually drop the topic and leave the place as soon as possible, with or without him.
Good ending Saeran
He doesn’t really mind you’re older than him. After all you two have been through, he believes you’re his soulmate and wants to spend his life with you.
When all his problems are settled and you two have found his brother, he gets kind of worried you might want a more mature partner and acts super mature to keep up with you.
You’re getting married soon after and he often talks about the future, including a job for him - and kids.
He seems to be obsessed with the topic.
It takes a bit until you realise he’s worried you two won’t be able to have any kids if you wait too long.
After a long open talk you two decide to wait a little longer just to settle in as a freshly married couple before this topic is raised again.
Unknown
He has chosen you as the MC for a reason, so he wanted someone older than him. He tries to contact you here and there while you work for the RFA but he mostly just leaves cryptic messages you can’t understand. When he breaks into the apartment and tells you to stay away from the broken window you don’t listen and move closer to him to make sure he isn’t hurt. In the end you treat him like a kid and he doesn’t really know how to react since it’s a treatment he always looked for as a child.
He won’t hurt you and run away before the other members (depending which route it is) come to the apartment.
Not sure how to handle the situation, he’ll stay away for a while but he’s watching more closely now over you.
After a while he mixes the memories of you and his mother in his mind due to the elixirs effects and begins to threaten and hate you, but Seven still fights against him to keep the messenger save. So nothing really happens.
707 Afterending Saeran
The two of you got to meet again after Seven rescued him from Mint Eye. The brothers held a party - well, 7 did, to celebrate their birthday. Saeran just sits in the corner and quietly eats some ice cream. You sit down next to him to avoid the others for a while and both of you enjoy the silent company. Saeran eyes you several times but doesn’t say a thing.
It’s like this for the next times you meet, but after a few weeks you eventually start to talk a few sentences over ice cream. Then flowers. When you begin to talk about games, you finally found a topic you both really enjoy.
You will meet sometimes to play games together, but it’s a more loose contact. He once asks you if it’s weird to hang out with him. It’s fine to you, you never really cared, since he has a very mature mindset. You’re the closest thing to a friend he has. Sometimes he even asks you for help regarding 'normal’ things.
Saeran still doesn’t really open up to anyone and prefers to stay quiet. So there is nothing romantically here. Just a friendship.
Kid Saeran
The little boy saw you walk by his house sometimes when he was still with his mother.
He can’t help but wonder who you are and what your name is.
Sometimes you even stop and wave when you see him. And you smile.
He doesn’t understand why, but the smile melts his heart a little and he begins to wait every day as close to the window as possible with his leg still bound to the kitchen table.
Sometimes he even waves back.
Deep inside he wishes you were his mother.
When Rika saves him from his mother and takes him to Mint Eye, he sometimes thinks about your smile. He couldn’t find out who you are or where you live to thank you, but he will always keep your memory in his heart.
hi hello!!! could i please request Zen with an MC that can actually sing pretty well(she's too shy to admit it), but he found out while she was outside looking at some flowers?? thanks!!
Hewwoooo - sure thing, here’s my first Zen ever! I have no idea if it really fits him, but I hope you like it :3 I played with some ideas in my head and picked one, but ultimately decided to put the other ones down as well. ^^
What would Zen do?
He loves his Jagiya, so he’d definitely listen in awe
Dreams about a duet with her
Sings more in front of her to make her sing along
Tries to convince her to debut in a musical
Takes her to karaoke bars
Sings back to her when she’s in the garden
Tries to be home earlier than she expects him to be to hear her sing again
Blushes hard because he can’t believe how perfect she is
Googles her name secretly to find out if she is some kind of famous singer
Zen was inside the house he and MC had bought a year ago. After all this time he still felt like there were some improvements to make, but overall he loved living with her. Especially waking up next to her, his beautiful wife, made him the happiest man alive. There was nothing that could make him even happier.
Or so he thought.
While he cleaned the dishes, you were outside and watered the flowers in front of the house. They needed a little extra care on these hot summer days and Zen didn’t mind to do some housework by himself if it helped his Jagiya. The thought of her made him smile as always, and send his imagination towards a smiling version of her. This made him blush a little. He would definitely kiss her as soon as she entered this door again. Absent minded he cleaned the last plate and put it away when a noise caught his attention. Someone was singing. He paused his actions to listen. A female voice was creating a magical song that enchanted him immediately.
“Rag your ride be home
Learn to sing alone
To the music
To the music”
Zen knew this song, but at the same time he didn’t. Usually it was faster and more energetic but the lady put so much emotion into her slower version of the song, it took his breath away. Plus, he recognised the voice. It was MC?
“Rag your arms and shake
On a stone as babe
To the music
To the music”
He had never heard her sing before. Not even while she took a shower or something. Never. Zen had asked and begged her several times to sing with him because he really adored her voice, but she had refused every time, stating that she was a horrible singer.
“I’m fallin’ in love with your favorite song
I’m gonna sing it all night long
I’m gonna dance with somebody
Dance with somebody
Dance, Dance, Dance”
Moving closer to the window that faced the flowers, he listened to the song she created. A warmth filled him and made him grin again. There was no way she was a ‘bad’ singer. She had talent! The expression on her face, her movements, the song - everything was in tune and left him breathlessly watching her.
When she stopped singing, he hurried to the front door to meet her and embraced her in a way dancers to, placing on hand on her hip and taking the other in his own. While she was still surprised, he whispered sweet words into her ear.
“Jagi, let’s dance!”
He started moving in a classic waltz, the only dance he was sure she knew as well. Without hesitation she followed his lead, grinning at him. After the first whirl be began to sing the song she had sung before, following the style she had used.
“I’m fallin’ in love with your favorite song
I’m gonna sing it all night long
I’m gonna dance with somebody
Dance with somebody
Dance, Dance, Dance”
Still dancing, her face froze up but instantly relaxed again, when she saw his smirk. Another step, another whirl and she joined his voice in singing the song while they danced in their garden.
This wouldn’t be their last duet, he’d make sure of that.
(The song is Dance with somebody by Mando Diao. I would suggest to listen to the MTV unplugged version, I took this as my inspiration. Link is added!)
Hello there! I don't know if my request is following your guidelines because I can't find your guidelines anywhere but can you write a scenario where jumin thought he had protect mc from getting shot or into an accident but at the last minute mc turn the table around and protect him instead. She almost died but survived.jumin gets more clingy, possessive and protective of mc because he was traumatised of almost losing her. Can you make this angsty and ends it with a fluff pretty please
Again - sorry about the mistakes I made about the guidelines back then. It should be fixed by now! Your request totally follows them, so no worries. I changed up the order of happenings a little because it just made more sense to me for Jumin to get clingy and possessive before things happen. I hope you’re alright with that.I know there’s another request from you in my inbox - I will write that one as well as soon as I reach that spot in my to do list. It might become a little ‘How to freak Jumin out’ series lolol. Anyways, please enjoy a Jumin x MC fic~
His phone buzzed again. For the 6th time within ten minutes and twenty seconds. Unnerved, he made a mental note to scold Assistant Kang for forwarding all those useless calls.
With a deep sigh he put away the picture of his wife and answered the phone.
“We will kidnap your wife.”
“We will kidnap your furball.”
“Don’t buy this company.”
“Do this.”
“Do that. ”
It never ended. An altered voice again, the same threats. It had been going on for days. His security team couldn’t make a change. Not even the increase of workers in the unit helped. Luciel’s help wasn’t working either. As a result he had switched phone numbers several times. Still the calls came on a daily basis.
Police hadn’t changed anything as well.
Assistant Kang reassured him she didn’t forward any of these calls.
After three months, Jumin slowly became worried.
His wife had no idea - why should he bother her with it. MC would only be anxious and smile less, which was not an option. She had to be happy. He would do everything for her.
When the first accidents occurred, he told himself these were just accidents. There was no way these things could be happening on purpose. When the first ones involved his wife , his mind changed quickly.
The worker that stumbled into her, spilling coffee over the dress she loved that much - Fired.
The assistant that forgot to remind her about her doctor appointments - Fired.
The driver that hit a wall while parking when she sat in the back - Fired.
There was no way all these things happened on a single day. Especially worrisome was the fact, that the calls had predicted these actions.
In the evening, MC had twice as many bodyguards. She heavily insisted they weren’t necessary, but Jumin wouldn’t listen. This was a matter of safety. It would be best if she stayed at home.
The next morning Jumin tried to make her stay at the house they had bought. He had no idea how much she would debate. In the end they were both late for work. A thing that had never happened since the day of their marriage.
In the afternoon police officers came to his office, telling him they found out who had threatened him for months. Jumin made Assistant Kang tend to the issue. Everything was calm. His mind wasn’t calm at all.
Then a single phone call - “What if something was to happen to your family, hmm? Give us what we want.”
He ended the call without saying a word. On his way to MC’s office rooms, he clenched his fists even though he tried to suppress his feelings. Jumin Han, CEO of C&R, unable to control his emotions. What a bad example for his workers he was.
Jumin took deep breaths and ensured to look composed as he knocked on his wife’s door. No reaction. Was she in danger? No. He had to think more calm here. He wondered if she was in a meeting or had accepted some sort of call. Impossible. He would know about that.
Without another thought he opened the door.
The room was empty. His wife, MC, was nowhere to be seen. In this moment his stomach clenched together. Narrowed eyebrows. Jumin could feel his heart, pressing blood through his veins. Every inch of his body was electrified and filled with adrenaline. Quickly he calculated the reactions of his body. This was definitely fear.
Jumin turned around, already calling for MC’s assistant to find out where she was. The young woman gasped loudly when she realised who was on the phone and immediately told him about his wife’s whereabouts. At least she didn’t try to flirt with him.
Jumin couldn’t believe what she told him. He really didn’t want to believe MC was this reckless, especially after the fight this morning, but he had to be sure. There was no place for risks. He knew she always tried to do most of the work herself. She didn’t like to eat in the cafeteria. Sadly this meant, she often went to the convenience store with Assistant Kang.
Rushing throw the building, Jumin made his way to the main entrance. Outside he caught a glimpse of the dark red coat she had worn this morning. Next to it stood a tall, dark dressed man way too close to her.
His body tensed, alarmed. She was in danger. Without another thought he ran towards her.
“MC, no!”, he yelled when she turned towards the stranger with a smile on her lips.
The annoying beeping sound had a exact rhythm. Beep. One second. And repeat. Usually repeating patterns had a soothing effect on him. This, in contrary, stole his sleep for days.
Jumin recalled the fateful day that changed his life. He had crossed the street, eyes fixed on his wife. There was no time to look left and right. She was in danger. This led to the worst outcome possible. He had not seen the cars.
As he had crossed the street halfway, MC had turned towards him. Immediately her eyes widened and she ran towards him. How sweet she was, Jumin thought. Absentmindedly he brushed a hair strand from her unmoving face.
So still.. like a porcelain doll from China. Her beauty.. would she stay like this forever?
As quiet as possible he stood up and pressed one last kiss on her forehead. THere was nothing more to do for him. It was a fight he couldn’t win. She would have wanted him to go on, live his life and care for their child. The boy was constantly asking about his ‘mommy’, but Jumin didn’t have the words to answer his questions. They had gone with her.
“Mr. Han, your presence is required in the hospital. Please come as soon as you can!”
Jumin stared at his phone display. The caller had already cancelled the call. One sign and driver Kim sprinted towards the car, ready to take him to the destination. The streets were rushing past them, creating a puddle of colors. He couldn’t concentrate. Every thought circled around her.
When they arrived, he instantly rushed towards her room, ignoring all the medical stuff on his way there. No one would be able to take him away from her. He grabbed the door and almost slammed it open. Inside, people turned their heads to identify the intruder. Doctors and nurses surrounded her bed. And in the middle she sat, with open eyes and smile when she recognised him.
She was alive, and now she had finally woken up after months of waiting.
A tear ran down his cheek as he hurried to her side and took her hand. The desire to hug, whirl around and kiss her was unbearable, but he restrained himself. Fully aware about her state, he had decided to give her time and take things slow as soon as she was by his side again.
Instead of her usual, gentle touch, she pressed her fingernails into his palm. Anger plastered all over her face. Within seconds a full blown tantrum was thrown into his face, shocking the doctors enough to leave them alone for a while.
“How could you be this DUMB?!! You could have died!” Her voice resembled a screech and no matter how much he tried to calm her, she just kept on screaming at him how dangerous his behaviour had been.
Jumin had to admit how right she was. In the end she lay her in the hospital because she pushed him off the street. She got hit by a car in his stead. He would never find words or actions to express how sorry and worried he was.
At least she had survived. He took her face in his hands and pressed a kiss on her lips. Now that she was back, they could deal with everything else over time.
The things we cannot have: Part two ~ The things we follow 3
Story: The things we cannot have
Part: The things we follow
Chapter: 3
Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Characters: Saeran, Saeyoung, MC
I'm sorry but I have to start this chapter with a trigger warning. If you're not comfortable with puking/ vomiting/ etc, please don't read this chapter. It is for character development purposes and will be added with a trigger warning every time.
She woke up surrounded by darkness and quiescence again. Saeran was still curled up at her side, with one arm pulled around her waist. The heat his body radiated invited her to move closer. He always seemed so happy and peaceful in his sleep, with his ruffled locks, as if everything was perfect. In some ways it was. For him it might have been. She studied the untroubled expression on his face, wondering if he knew about her worries and the struggle that was still so deeply rooted in her heart.
The small kiss, the tight hugs, and all these nights next to him felt so good. They helped her to ignore the devil's whispers inside her. Every of his actions were like tiny band aids, trying to fix her broken heart. He radiated love and peace every day, ready to catch her every time she fell.
On some mornings she woke up without dried tears on her cheeks.
When the sun was shining and they spent their days in gardens, discussing flowers and their language, her heart was peaceful.
Watching movies in the evening with their favourite ice cream flavours on their couch, barely following what happened on screen until they fell asleep, gave her dreams for the future.
On these days, she was able to suppress the pain and ignore it.
At least for a few hours, but as soon as he left her for a minute, or until twilight threatened with another night, the emotions drowned her deeper than before, like waves devouring ships in a storm. She was still sinking after months. It felt like all her tears had built a sea that surrounded her and she never learned how to swim.
Saeran mumbled in his sleep and MC cuddled closer towards him, trying to hide herself from the pain that was hitting her hard again. He was back. His face haunted her, and his voice seemed to be everywhere, even if she covered her ears. Saeyoung. Seven. Agent 707. The defender of justice. If only he had defended her from himself. If only she had listened to him and turned away back then, when she still had the chance.
Immediately she felt the urge to slap herself. As if she could have stayed away from the red headed hacker and his playful, happy go lucky personality. Back then, she had felt the sadness deep down in him and how much he cared for all his friends at the same time. MC had wanted to help him and somewhere along the way her feelings had grown. Until a few months ago, she thought he had felt the same. After all the times she fought for him. Apparently, she had been wrong. Now she wasn't sure anymore if he had ever loved her at all the way she still loved him. A cramp in her stomach followed the thought, adding to the pain that kept her from sleeping.
A whimper escaped her mouth. Immediately she covered her mouth. MC tried to calm herself and stay quiet, so Saeran wouldn't wake up, but it became harder every night that passed. Soon she would break down from all the pain, and she knew there was no way to avoid it, he would see it. MC didn't want to give in. She never had. Deep inside she was still a fighter, willing to attack and struggle to reach her goals. Now all she wanted was to get rid of the thoughts about her fiance, but the more she tried to conceal them, the stronger they returned.
Immediately memories of Saeyoung, helping her covering the hickeys and bite marks after one of their special love nights with some make up, filled her mind. Just like his witty jokes did, as he tried to make her ditch her appointment with Jumin later that day. MC remembered them as if he had told them yesterday. In the end she had left no matter what he said and when Jumin and his driver brought her home in the evening, all her friends had gathered in the bunker. They had organized a surprise party. One of the happiest days in her life had become perfect, when Saeyoung jumped out of a giant cake and screamed at her to marry him, completely covered in cream, chocolate cats, and icing.
Marriage seemed so far away now, as well as a happy life with a family of her own. Summer day memories when they talked about children names filled her mind immediately, followed by his last words before the door shut. Another cramp, followed by a funny feeling. The taste of bile lingered on her lips. She had to get out of this bed. Right now.
Slowly she glided out of Saeran's embrace, trying to make as little noise as possible. Her attempt failed. As always, he immediately woke up, looking confused. He asked if she was alright, but she quickly lied to him, telling him she just had to go to the toilet and would be back in a few minutes. Too tired to identify her lie, he hummed and rolled to the other side of the bed. Before she had left the room, he was sound asleep again, curled up like a cat.
She stood in the door frame, studying him. MC envied his peaceful sleep and wondered how he could be this relaxed, when she was so hurt instead. After all the pain he had suffered, he seemed to cope with it better, and faster. She came to the conclusion that he must have been better at dealing with abandonment than she was.
With this thought still in mind, she closed the door and locked it from outside, knowing it wouldn't take him too long to force the door open, as soon as he woke up. He was still as skilled and dangerous as he had been in Mint Eye. Still, she needed every minute she could get, before he found out about her plans.
First, she had end those stomach cramps. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to concentrate. These pains came more regularly now, but she felt like she could still handle them. It was the one thing, she had under control. No one could take it away from her. It gave her power, the one thing she craved for these days. She desperately needed it.
Crawling over the toilet seat, she tried to control her heavy breathing. It would be hard to stay quiet, but she had done it several times by now. With every contraction, the disgust she felt became smaller and the urge grew, until she finally reached into her mouth, to get rid of the feeling that tormented her. MC wasn't proud, but the only way she had found to let go, was to throw up until she was too weak to think properly.
Shivering, she lay on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, watching the ceiling. MC knew she had to get up, if she didn't want to become ill. In addition she had to hurry, before Saeran would wake up and look after her. If only she could find the strength to move her body.
His face suddenly returned to her inner eye. The chaotic redhead, that had always encouraged her to follow her dreams, until he ran away without a proper goodbye. Her fiance Saeyoung still spooked around in her head, and she desperately had to find him. With a heavy breath she stood up, cleaned her face with rough motions and left the room towards the computers he had left behind, just like her.
The monitors lit up immediately after she pressed the power button. They illuminated the room, blinding her for a moment. MC remembered the password after a few errors. The trembling of her fingers had caused more typos than she had expected, only worsened by the shivers that had returned. It grew even more, as she recognized his wallpaper. A picture of them and their friends, the same as the one that had been in the living room. Their huge red couch with Saeran, Saeyoung and her in his arms, surrounded by the other members of the RFA. A memory of happier days.
These had been breathtakingly wonderful memories, and they made her wonder. Wherever she looked, things didn't seem to fit. The last time she had seen him, Saeyoung had been cold and had pushed her away, but all of his belongings screamed how happy he was with her by his side, and his brother so close to them. That picture was just another evidence. Gently she traced the monitor with her fingertips, following his figure, as if she were touching Saeyoung himself instead of a mere photography of him.
MC had stared at it without realising the time that passed. As she finally regained control about her wandering thoughts, she shook her head to clear her mind. Slowly, she began to open folders and pages until she found the program she was looking for. '01010000 01101000 01101111 01101110 01100101'. MC had remembered the funny name, but converted the phrase to be sure. She smirked slightly, as she read the output a second time. He really loved binary codes.
After she opened it and put in the requested data, a loading screen appeared, showing a small red and yellow striped cat with glasses, that ran over the screen. Tears began to disturb her vision at the sight of it. Everything he did, had so much love for details in it. With shivering fingertips she traced her jaw, the way he always had. MC desperately missed and craved that love. Saeyoung had to come back. She would do everything to change his mind and make him stay this time, make him love her. No matter how dangerous his live was, they belonged together.
She lost track of time, caught up in memories again. Every now and then she glanced at the screen, waiting for something new to happen. As the cat was about to reach the right corner of the loading bar, the screen went black with a red skull on it and a message in huge blood red letters.
"Stop looking for me."
MC couldn't take her eyes off, a gasp escaped her mouth, and she began to sob from joy. A message from him, finally. She had reached him!
It took awhile for her to realise what he had written. In denial of the truth, tears still ran down her face, dampening her skin and shirt, but now they were pure sadness. The program disappeared, deleting itself from the desktop before the monitor went black in front of her. Darkness mirrored her blank expression.
Saeyoung had taken control of his computer within minutes and blocked her efforts once more. Another path that led to him was gone now, forever. She should have known he would detect one of his own, 'perfect and undetectable' tracking programs. How could she have been this stupid. Of course he wouldn't fall for it. Her hands began to shake uncontrollably and the cramps came back more painful, forcing her to hold her stomach in a desperate attempt to lighten the sting.
Groans of pain, both physically and psychologically, filled the air. MC had given up on muffeling the sounds. It wouldn't change a thing now. Saeran would hear her anyway, and she didn't have the strength to care anymore.
Hewwo everyone! I completely forgot this chapter had not been uploaded yet and stressed over typing the next one. Am I an idiot sometimes? YES!
I feel like the last chapters were cute. This one.. not as much. I felt like MC just had to have some flaws to be an authentic character in this story. If someone feels bad about the traits I chose - I don't want to trigger anyone. I added a warning on top. If it still makes you feel bad, you can always comment and share your concerns!
What do you think about this chapter?
The things we’ve lost Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8
Hello! May I request a scenario where MC is actually the twins older sister?
Hey Anon, of course you can! An interesting scenario - just to get this right: In this case MC is the prime ministers and evil redhead mom’s first child. So MC and the twins have the same parents. I won’t try to make this a large AU, just some tweaks to make it work. We’re in the ‘normal/deep’ route here. It’s not a happy scenario tho. To keep it simple I will just call them Mom and Dad.
As the older sister, MC has gotten the same golden eyes but she has brown hair, just like her father. She wasn’t a planned child and Mom wanted to abort her, but Dad wouldn’t give her the money to do so. Mom was kicked from her job as his assistant instead to keep the pregnancy hidden away from the public. Dad was about to run candidate for a higher position and had to keep a white vest - so no place for a woman he hasn’t married and definitely no place for a bastard kid.
Mom decided to live her life without Dad and kept the child. After the birth she began to threaten Dad and got money in return. This way she managed to live with the kid. The brown hair and the eyes reminded her of the man every day so she began to hate the kid and ignored her.
When Dad gets sick of the ongoing threats, he hires some not-that-legal people. They begin to scare mom, but she won’t stop. In the end Dad goes there by himself and uhm.. Does mean things he thought were safe.(I don’t think I can say what I think and keep this pg13. So use your imagination here.)
Mom gets pregnant again and this time she gets twins. Mc really adores the boys and takes care of them all the time. She does everything. All the love their mother should give the boys will be given by her instead. When the mother begins to insult them or scream at them, Mc will protect them, even if it means she gets abused. She will do anything for her little brothers.
Dad doesn’t know Mom had two more of his kids. The threats still only involve the one kid - MC. As a last resort he orders to have her abducted. The girl gets taken away at age six, while the boys are only four years old. She will grow up in another family from that day on.
In that family she constantly tries to convince her new 'parents’ that she has to find her brothers and protect them, but after years of therapy she believes those were just imaginations and she had always lived with that family. She never really bonds with them and quickly tries to move out when it’s time for her to go to university. After a few broken hearts and being thrown out from her job, she gets a weird message and decides to go to the apartment that is mentioned in the Intro of the game.
When she sees the profile picture of Seven, she feels strange, but can’t really name what is wrong until she hears about his backstory. She tries to convince him that she is his older sister but he just laughs it off until she shoves a genetic test into his face.
When they try to face Saeran in mint eye together, Saeran breaks down. He remembers her and thinks she has abandoned just like Saeyoung. She manages to change his mind with an old habit she used to have with him (some hand gesture, followed by ruffling his head) and he follows her outside to talk. After hearing her story he still hates Saeyoung but trusts her enough to come with them by himself.
The secret ending plot stays the same after that imo. He kind of has fights with Saeyoung, the hospital thing, etc but in the end the three of them will move in into the bunker and live there together for a few years before they move into a house with several floors to give them all some more private space.
I love tge relationship between vanderwood and 707 (of course it's not romantic though) he takes care of him even though he looks like he had enough with him,so how about you write how they'll act if 707 was horribly sick but won't admit it even though standing is very hard and exhausting for him.(like short fic?)
I have a feeling 7 might get a stomach pain or flu if he goes on with his ungealthy diet. Let’s see what our favourite maid decides to do :3
Vanderwood had not heard anything from the troublemaker for days. No reports, no whining. Either of it was suspicious.
When the agency called him and asked specifically for the redhead, another layer of annoyance was added. It seemed like he had to act out the role of a babysitter once more. He wondered how far away from burnout he was. When he entered the heavy gate of the bunker he was welcomed by the smell his least favourite food combination: PhD Pepper and these disgusting honey buddha chips. Vanderwood didn’t waste a thought on the fact, since it had become common around the younger hacker. It seemed to be the only thing he would. Any other person would have died from malnutrition by now, but it didn’t have the same effects on agent 707. Vanderwood hurried through the bunker, looking for the agent. There was no one around. Doors were opened and closed until only one was left. The bathroom door was unlocked on less than a minute. What Vanderwood found inside was a sight he would have rather missed. The teen lay on the floor, body curled up next to the toilet. His face mirrored the pain his body signaled, and his voice was merely a crooked whisper now.
“M-Mary V..”
Before 707 finished, Vanderwood was beside him, checking pulse and blood pressure. Against the sweat covered chest, the heart was racing. The boy’s eyes followed his movements slowly, clearly exhausted. “What happened, 707? Are you poisoned or something?”, Vanderwood asked, lips pressed together. He didn’t want to be here. Sickness had always disgusted him. The smelly room and this red hair, paired with a greenish coloured face, was absolutely freaking him out. Just wait for the answer, then leave. He repeated the words several times like a mantra, still waiting for a response. Suddenly the other body twitched and flung towards the toilet before he aggressively began to gag. Vanderwood yanked back in a hurry to escape the sight and fled the room, throwing the door shut mid movement. This would definitely haunt him tonight. No wonder the room was so filthy. Immediately he checked his clothes to make sure he had not accidentally touched anything too dirty. When he recognised a stain on his pants, he hissed and hurried to the kitchen to clean it off as well as he could. The agent rubbing the stain one last time when 707 appeared in the doorstep. With white knuckles the boy gripped the door to keep himself up. It must have taken all his strength to get there.
“What are you.. Doing here..Mary?”His voice cracked again as he tried to say more, but he stopped as Vanderwood answered.
“Agency sent me. Job is overdue.”The red head frowned and doubled up again, holding his stomach. There were no words needed. The boy wasn’t in a state where he could work. Immediately he turned and made a jog for the bathroom again. All Vanderwood could do is narrow his brows and curse. What a shit crap of a situation. He knew exactly what would happen if the job wasn’t done by the night. As much as he disliked the other agent’s working morale, he couldn’t let Seven die. The agency wouldn’t accept a ’he’s ill’. These situations weren’t handled friendly. Never.Vanderwood went to check on the other once more and found him asleep in the room. Shaking his head repeatedly he made his way to the computer. As the monitors lit up, the sound of cracking fingers filled the room. Hours later the brunet stood outside the bunker and lit up a cigarette. It was more than overdue. He hadn’t hacked or coded like this for years and his brain cells were blank. Looking back he bit his lip, unable to understand why he had helped 707 out, again. There was something about him that made him feel like the boy desperately needed a mother. He really had become a babysitter.
I really like the Vandersitter stories haha. In the end he has a big heart. I hope you liked it!
Thank you @mysticsaya for tagging me! 💕
Say which are your 10 favourite TV shows BUT only using gifs. When you are done tag 10 more people.
I’m in the hospital again, so I can’t write that much, but I can give you this ^^
If someone is able to guess them all right - then wohoo, you’re my new favourite person lol.
I want to tag a few people as well! If you did this already - sorry! Just accept my thirst of knowledge.
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Hewwo-- I’m back and working on some of your requests again! The next one will be Jumin again!
I try to keep these in the order they were requested, and there are more than 30 requests I still have! So I wanted to give you a little signal I’m still alive and thank you for all these messages in my inbox, because I’m really happy and honored.
First - thanks for considering my writing nice enough to give me the opportunity to bring your thoughts to live.
Second - thanks for all your love for the short Vanderwood route post. It was so fun piecing that one together. I have a really sweet spot for him.
Third - I love you all!
Forth - Thank you as well for all the other likes, reblogs, and stuff. I always get so hyped when I see these. :3
Here’s a little snippet thingy for all of you who read up to this point:
