requested: somewhat! by anon

a/n: hm I really said time to be sad

warnings:n/a 

-bagel mod alex

- The time between routes was the only time you could say goodbye 

- “Does it ever make you upset?” 

- “Does what?”

- “That this is a game. That none of this is real. That…” she trailed off, her gaze fixing itself to the ground under her, fingers absentmindedly pulling at long strands of grass as she pushed herself to continue, “that you were made for me, for the player, for entertainment.”

- At this, he raised his head, looking directly at the girl across from him. He considered her question for a second before a small smile made its way onto his face, catching her eye.

- “Hey. Someone made me, put so much work into crafting me in a way where I could make you smile every time we meet. In some way, I’m your love letter from the universe, and it’s an honor being in love with you,” he took MC’s hands, “Every reset.”

- At this her frown relaxed, her fingers instinctively interlacing with his.

- He knew he could never know if what he loved was real, not the avatar in front of him at least. The cascade of auburn hairs falling over pale digitally smooth skin… he knew that it wasn’t her. Even as he held her, he knew that it was only temporary, and that the short breath of air he was allowed would soon be ripped away from him.

- He shifted. He could never admit to the pain the distance brought, that at even such close proximity the never-ending ache continued. Maybe during this life they had been dealt the bad hand.. maybe in another life the distance wouldn’t be so great. 

- “But…do you.. do you love me in other dimensions too?” he asked shyly.

- She smiled at the boy in front of her fondly, her face brightening up instantly. “How could I say no to any version of you?”

- “Do you?” he insisted. 

- MC’s smile didn’t falter. “I always love you.”

requested: by anon

a/n: i feel rusty in terms of writing but I hope its alright lol

warnings:n/a

- “it’s almost 5 in the morning and I can’t shut off my brain” mod alex

Jumin

-it doesn’t register with him at first

-he’s unsettled but doesn’t make a big fuss out of it 

-refuses to call you Jumin

-perhaps Han, but that leads into uncomfortable Han Solo jokes from Seven 

-he’d rather just not address you by your name

-honestly is weirded out by it, but will never admit it

-crinkles his nose when he hears someone refer to you by name

Jaehee

-she think’s it’s pretty neat that you have the same name…at first

-a twinge of disappointment that finally there’s a new female member and she has the same name as her

-it honestly triggers some deep rooted abandonment issues for her

-sees herself as replaceable now that there’s someone there with her exact name, someone who is clearly more popular with the boys and is taking up what Rika did

-no longer thinks it’s neat, please give her a hug

Yoosung

-think’s it’s so fun

-not much to say about it, but he gets very giggly when he hears someone call you by his name,, or your name technically

-his head shoots up any time someone says Yoosung, not knowing which one he’s referring to

-out of two people with the same name, he’s definitely the one who’d say “which one?!” first

Seven

-panic

-goes through all seven stages of grief,, he added a few stages

-at first think’s it’s a prank, then that you’re a secret operative sent to torment him, then finally after doing an extensive check on you realizes that.. no that’s … just your name

-is sort of disappointed that you’re not something cooler, just a dude with the same name as him

-as his name isn’t well known in the chat at first, he’s incredibly uncomfortable suddenly having everyone saying it, and has to remind himself that it’s not him they’re referring to

-once he gets more comfortable with it, he’s definitely one to make many “twin” jokes, including “the second unrelated twin” references 

-will call you everything except for Saeyoung, but as a joke, he resorts to inanimate objects at one point

Zen

-uncomfortable with it at first, he hasn’t heard his real name in a while and having to address you as his old name was odd to say the least

-a lot of “how doesn’t it feel to have the best name” jokes

- “sharing is caring, I must care about you a lot to let you have my name”

-it doesn’t bother him too much

- “it shows your parents had good taste when naming you” “I wasn’t named after you” “but they had good taste no?”

mystictober day 3: candy

saeyoung + favourite chat / candy

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“Caaaandy~”

Your boyfriend sings as he selects his assortment from the shelves, holding the bags of sweets in his arms and dropping them into the cart you were pushing along.

Saeyoung smirks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, positioning his lips right at your ear.

“She’s sweet like candy in my veins~”

No one else was in the aisle, and so, no one else was there to see it when he swayed you as he sang- when he kissed your cheek and let it linger. You can’t help the grin that breaks out on your face, blushing and reaching out to pinch his cheek.

“You’re going to eat all this candy alone?” you giggle, shaking your head at the copious amounts of sweets he had chosen. It’s not like the bunker would be part of trick or treat. There was certainly no giving out of candy to children.

Well, except for the overgrown child who was paying for them in the first place.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, angel?” He winks with a ruffle of your hair. Still behind you, he grabs hold of the handles and pushes the cart to the counter with you between his arms, his chin resting on your head. The sleeves of his jacket had draped over your shoulders, surrounding you with his warmth and the distinct smell of a certain soda. Of course he spilled PhD Pepper on his jacket.

When you get to the register, he one-handedly unloads all his treats onto the conveyor, internally laughing at the way people behind you in line were staring at what you were buying. You were used to this, having witnessed strangers survey the contents of your own shopping cart all the time, but the grocery store wasn’t Saeyoung’s natural habitat. And in true Saeyoung nature, he finds a way to make it entertaining.

“Honey, do you think this is enough for the kids?“ he asks, rubbing the side of your arm and holding you close.

In a snap, you’ve gotten on the same page with him, smiling brightly and cooing at the man fondly.

“Of course, dear. There’s enough for seconds and thirds and any more or their teeth fall off!“

The redhead smirks, looking down at you with that proud twinkle in his eyes. All he does in response is kiss the top of your head, reaching over and handing the cashier some money to pay. Everyone’s eyes widen at the thought of children consuming that much candy, and so, the mission is accomplished… but when has your boyfriend ever stopped at the bare minimum?

“Oh! The dance recital, isn’t that today?“ Saeyoung looks at you with faux worry, mirroring the expression of a forgetful dad as he carries the bags for you.

“Yes, darling, it isn’t for another few hours. We have some time to kill before then,“ you purr suggestively, leaning up to run the bridge of your nose along his jaw in front of the entire supermarket. Make him proud and beat him at his own game. That’s the plan.

He chuckles wordlessly and squeezes your side as you walk out. You don’t see the darkened look in his eyes as you head towards his shiny red sports car that looked way out of place in this parking lot. Oblivious, you smile to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat while he swings the bag onto the center armrest. And then he swings himself into the car, too. In the time it takes to push the key into the ignition and turn the car on, you’ve somehow managed to snag some sour tape from his purchases.

The candy is hanging from your mouth when he turns to face you, and he bursts out in laughter at the sight. With a smirk he leans over and bites onto the other end of the tape, wiggling his eyebrows and throwing a flirtatious wink at you.

“C'mon, ya know ya wanna taste some of this sugar too~“ he says, but it’s muffled by the candy in your mouth. You giggle, and together, you create your own version of the Spaghetti Kiss from Lady and the Tramp, your faces getting closer and closer with each bite. The heat rising in your cheeks doesn’t bother you- it’s something you’ve gotten used to when you were around him.

The silence is thick, weighing down on you like a blanket; but it doesn’t suffocate you. His eyes never leave yours, something playful dancing in those golden pools of honey that you know you will be meeting very soon. But time seems to slow, and it’s as if you can’t nibble on the sour tape fast enough. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin now, the telltale sensation that lets you know what’s coming next.

When the very last bit of candy disappears, Saeyoung hooks his fingers under your chin and pulls you in, a little mmmf pressed from your mouth to his as he kisses you deeply, tongue running over the remnants of sugar that coats your lips. You’re not exactly sure what he’s intent on devouring- the candy, or you, but as he pulls away, you don’t miss the glint that shines in his eyes.

He definitely breaks a few speed laws getting back to the bunker.