(Saeyoung x Reader)
Summary: In which Jumin asks the reader to cat sit, and Saeyoung makes an executive decision to keep that from happening in the future.
Word count: 1,406
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR SAEYOUNG’S ROUTE!
tbh it’s just a lot of fluff lol
You tried to sneak back into the house undetected, and when you mean tried, you really mean tried. Assuming that Saeran had gone to bed, Saeyoung would be at his computer doing God knows what, distracted in his own world. With the daily Arabic code imputed, granting you access through the gate, you unlocked the door as slowly and as quietly as you could.
It was nearly one in the morning, and you weren’t keen on answering questions as to where you had been when all you wanted to do was get into bed.
You tip-toed over the threshold and found that the lights were off everywhere except for Saeyoung’s computer area, which wasn’t odd for this time of night, so you thought nothing of it. Had you been more attentive, you would have noticed that his swivel chair had been removed.
After dropping your coat off by the door and dusting off a few stow-away white hairs on your shirt, you removed your shoes and padded down the hallway to the Saeyoung’s bedroom, ignoring the haphazardly scattered sock puppets.
You found him sitting in his chair, a few feet behind the door, with his back turned towards you.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he began in a low, purposely villainous voice. He ominously spun the chair so that he was facing you, his elbows perched on the arms and the pads of his fingers tapping together. He was in his pajamas—a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants—but he had a bandana covering the lower portion of his face. His glasses had also been replaced in favor of dark shades, which you questioned considering the dim lighting.
Gave my bae Zen a flower crown because why not :]
Feel free to use. Credit not necessary but it would be nice if you do credit me if you do decide to use ;]
Imagine: Under the night sky (Zen)
Since it was Zen’s free time, the two of you had decided to go on a date. It was a clear evening, the stars shone as it compliments the beautiful night sky and the breeze was just right for a stroll at the park, before going to the restaurant where Zen reserved a Dinner for two.
You were wearing a below the knee, sleveless, plain white dress where Zen had bought for you on your birthday last month. You were indeed beautiful, and Zen had told you that a couple of times already after the two of you left his apartment.
You wrapped your arms around his arm, as the two of you walked along the brick road while admiring the sky.
“It’s like when we first saw each other.” He said while staring at the sky, his perfect chiseled face and long eyelashes still captivates you making your heart skip a beat.
“Yeah…” you answered but your eyes weren’t focused on the sky, you were too endulged on him. Admiring how beautiful your boyfriend is, how lucky you are for having him in yout life, and what a perfect love story the two of you have. When suddenly a tear rolled down from your eyes, a wave of sadness lingered through your heart.
You tried to hide your tears as you wipe them with your hand, but you know you could never hide anything from Zen and notices you crying. His eyes widened in surprise, then halted. Placing both his hands on your shoulder, making you face him.
“W-what happened? Did something happen? Does something hurt? Oh God!” He said, a trail of fluster and anxiousness escaped his tone.
“N-no, I’m fine… really.” You continued wiping your tears, as you lowered your face. His grip still tight on your shoulders.
“No. You’re not alright. Tell me, please Baby…” placing a hand on your chin, meeting his eyes with yours.
You couldn’t help yourself again after staring at his glistening, worried eyes. Another roll of tears left your eyes, which made him more worried.
“I-It’s just that… I was thinking how lucky I am for having you, how perfect our love story is and how everyday feels like a dream… but I can’t ease my agitation of thinking that… When will this last? You’re good looking, famous, talented. There are a lot of girls fantasizing about you, and I’m me. Simple, nothing speci-” before you could finish your sentence, you were silenced with a tight warm embrace. Your face leaning against his chest, while his hand storked your hair, patting you while shushing.
“Don’t say that. I love you, you are the only girl I love and the only girl I will ever love.” As he kept on stroking your hair, resting his head on top of your head. “I’m where I am right now because of you. You changed me, you gave meaning to my life. You opened me to things I never knew I could do and accept. You are special, very special to me. The only girl whom I can see a clear future with, the only girl that I want to spend the rest of my life with.” His words pierced through your heart, and another bucket of tears came gushing, but now, tears of overwhelming feeling filled you, tears of being in love. Your arms wrapped around his body tightly, you could feel his shirt wet from your tears. Your height was perfect for his built. You could smell his cologne, a hint of Cinnamon and a whisk of Vanilla, sending you a calming effect.
“Baby, I love you, always and forever.” Cupping your head, raising it, making you face him. His eyes were as well poofy, like they were also on the verge of tears but later on shook it off with an assuring smile.
“I love you even more, Zen.” You nodded, tiptoe-ing as you plant a soft kiss on his lips.
Nothing’s more beautiful than any other night, it wasn’t like when the first time the both of you saw each other. The cold breeze brushing and warm touch brushing against your skin. The gem-like stars, the pitch-black night sky and bright round moon; witnesses of your love for each other. It wasn’t beautiful. It was indeeed magical.
Zen 1 : After The Show [Part 1]
Genre : Fluff-Smut
Main Character : Zen/Reader
Spoiler Free
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“AAAND~ CUT!”
The director shouted as a sign that today’s shooting has been finished. The staff scattered in all directions. Today’s shooting finished earlier than it should be. You took a mineral water and a towel from your bag and walking toward the silver-haired guy who stood against you. You poked his shoulder and he turned around. His face covered with sweat. You knew he must be tired right now, but he still manages to give you a smile.
“Hey, Babe,” he said. You gave him the mineral water and towel that you bring. He smiled, again. “I still have to discuss for tomorrow shooting with the director. Do you want to wait here or go home first?” he asked while grabbed your hand.
“I’ll wait here. It’s ok,” you replied.
“Hyun-ssi. The director looking for you over there,” one of the staff shouted. Zen gave an ok signal then he turns around and kissed your forehead.
“Wait here. Don’t go anywhere. Ok?” he said while made you sit on a bench below the big tree. You nodded and waving your hand as he walked away from you. You waited for almost an hour there. You shivered because the wind feels so cold today. The sun already setting. You rubbing both hands together, hoping it’ll give you little bit warmth. Finally, a tall guy with silver hair ran towards you and he pulled you into his arms. He kissed you on your lips lightly. He took off his scarf and put it to me.
“Why you didn’t wear something thicker? Look at your cheek, it’s already red,” he scolded you as he cupped your face with his big hands. You replied him with a big grin. He chuckled and pulled you into a hug. He kissed you again on the lips, this time, deeper and longer than before. You pushed him and shook your heads.
“Don’t do that. There are still so many people here, Hyun-ssi,” you said while hit him on his chest lightly. He smiled mischievously before he grabbed your right hand and put it in his left jacket pocket. You walked together until you arrive at the parking area. He gave you a helmet as you climbed up his motorbike.
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Zen’s motorbike stopped in front of your apartment gate. You took off your helmet and gave it to Zen.
“See you tomorrow, Zenny. I’ll wake you up tomorrow, ok?” you said a goodbye. You take a step away, but he grabbed your wrist and opened his helmet-glass.
“Hmm…Wanna watch a movie?” he asked out of the blue. “I-I mean, my shooting finished earlier – no, much earlier than it should be. So I want to spend my time with you. Please?” he begged you. His hands grabbed your shoulder.
“Fine, but only watch movie ok? You have to shoot early tomorrow,” you replied. “But, let me go to my house first. I want to bring change clothes,” you added. He shook his head.
“No need to bring change clothes, Angel. You can wear my clothes, right?” he grinned at you. Zen always love it when he sees you wearing his clothes. He said it shows that you’re his. You climbed up the motorbike – again – and go to Zen’s apartment.
Zen’s apartment is a semi-basement room. So, there’s no one who can disturb you. Even the sunlight can’t disturb you there. Because it only has a small window, not the big one. You don’t know how many times you enters this house. Maybe this house more familiar than your own. Zen went somewhere as soon as he enters the house. You threw yourself on Zen’s bed and covered it with the blanket.
“You have to wash up first, Angel. I’ve put your change clothes in the bathroom,” he lifted you to make you get away from his bed. You pouted but then he pinched your cheeks and giggled. With a heavy step, you walked into the bathroom and take a bath.
“Babe~” he called me from outside. Luckily, you already finished your bath and you only have to brush your teeth
“Yes, darl?” you answered. His head popped out from behind the door. “Can I come in?”
“You asked when you already popped your head, Zenny. I still haven’t wear any clothes,” you grumbled. He gave a naughty smile and still enter the bathroom. You quickly wrap your body with a towel. His eyes popped out, looking at me from head to the toe.
“What? Turn around. Right now. I have to wear this,” you grabbed his shoulders and turn him around.
“Ok, I won’t take a peek. Calm down, Babe. I promise you, wasn’t I?” he said. But you didn’t believe him. He’s an angel with the beast inside. You wear Zen’s shirt quickly. He chuckled up.
“I still can see it from the mirror, Angel,” he teased you.
“You pervert!” You hit him hard enough but he’s still laughing at you. You picked up your toothbrush and brush your teeth in front of the mirror. He followed you and hugged you from the back while brush his teeth. You can feel his abs behind you. As hard as a rock.
“Your hair still wet. Let me dry it for you,” he took the hair dryer and dry your hair. “Hmm~ I love the smell of your hair,”
“Why?” you asked.
“Because it’s the same smell as mine~” he answered. You giggled.
“Let’s started,” he said when he finished drying your hair. You followed him to his bed and laying beside him. He put his hand behind my neck and pulled me closer. You smiled brightly when he pulled you closer.
“Why you smile like that, Babe?” he asked.
“Nothing, I just love your smell, Zenny. I love it so much. I think i can hug you all day. Because i love your smell so much,” you answered and success making his cheek blushed.
“Ah~ Why are you so cute?” he hugged me tightly and caress my hair gently.
I love this man so much.
The movie started. He watched it seriously because it’s his favorite movie. In the meantime, your eyes feel so heavy and unconsciously you fall asleep. He realized it and smiled while looking at your sleep face. He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead. He withdrew his hand from the back of your neck slowly and turn off the TV. He tucked you in and laying beside you. His look at your face as he whispered.
“Goodnight, my Angel,”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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So, I wanna apologize if this one feels lacking. But i thought if i didn’t make it as 2 part, it’ll be too long .-. Because i love Zen so much. Enjoy! I’m gonna finish the 2nd part tomorrow ;;;
The spread of the black death.
Poland
Poland, tell us your secret.
Poland is the
oldnew Madagascar.If I remember correctly, Poland’s secret is that the jews where being blamed all over europe (as usual) as scapegoats for the black plague. Poland was the only place that accepted Jewish refugees, so pretty much all of them moved there.
Now, one of the major causes of getting the plague was poor hygiene. This proved very effective for the plague because everyone threw their poop into the streets because there were no sewers, and literally no one bathed because it was against their religion. Unless they were jewish, who actually bathed relatively often. When all the jews moved to Poland, they brought bathing with them, and so the plague had little effect there.
Milan survived by quarantining its city and burning down the house of anyone showing early symptoms, with the entire family inside it.
I reblogged this tons of times, but the Milan info is new.
Damn Italy, you scary.
Poland: “Hey, feeling a bit down? Have a quick wash! There, you see? All better”
Milan: “Aw, feeling a bit sick are we? BURN MOTHERFUCKER, BURN!!!!!”
Also, this might have something to do with it: from what I understand, O blood type is uncommonly… common in Poland. Something to do with large families in small villages and a LOT of intermarriage. The black plague was caused by a bacterium that produced, in its waste in the human body, wastes that very closely mimic the “B” marker sugars on red blood cells that keep the body from attacking its own immune system. Anyone who has a B blood type had an immune system that was naturally desensitized to the presence of the bacterium, and therefore was more prone to developing the disease. Anyone who had an O type was doubly lucky because the O blood type means the total absence of ANY markers, A or B, meaning that their bodys’ immune system would react quickly and violently against the invaders, while someone with an A may show symptoms and recover more slowly, while someone with B would have just died. Because O is a recessive blood type, it shows in higher numbers when more people who carry the recessive genes marry other people who also carry the recessive gene. Poland, which has a nearly 700 year history of being conquered by or partnering with every other nation in the surrounding area, was primarily an agricultural country, focused around smaller, farming communities where people were legally tied to, and required to work, “their” land, and so historically never “spread” their genes across a large area. The economy was, and had been, unstable for a very long period of time leading up to the plague, the government had been ineffective and had very little reach in comparison to the armies of the other countries around for a very very long time, and so its people largely remained in small communities where multiple generations of cross-familial inbreeding could have allowed for this more recessive gene to show up more frequently. Thus, there could be a higher percentage of O blood types in any region of the country, guaranteeing less spread of the illness and moving slower when it did manage to travel. Combine this with the fact that there were very few large, urban centers where the disease would thrive, and with the above facts, and you’ve got a lovely recipe for avoiding the plague.
Interestingly enough, as a result from the plague, the entirety of Europe now has a higher percentage of people with O blood type than any other region of the world.
WHY IS THIS ALL SO COOL
When Tumblr teaches you more about the plague than 12 years of school ever did.
Just to throw a nod in, as a medieval historian, this is all credible, and is the leading theory as to the plagues effectiveness at this point. So. Enjoy your new knowledge!
I’ve learn more in tumblr than I have in school.
savetheorphansfromthe-ball-pit:
ICYMI: In which a 13-year-old boy comes out to his best friend via text message, and adorable unconditional support ensues. Ain’t nothing wrong with being gay, my friend. (via BuzzFeed)
what makes it more adorable is he offered to call when he knew something was wrong
I also love how often the word bro was used
This is the proper way to be a bro.
# how to bro 101
#brogoals
Reblog if you are Mystic Messenger trash.
Imagine:
- Sitting on Yoosung’s lap while he played LOLOL, cause he wants to show you how good he is at playing the game.
And he’s possessive af- Going to photoshoots and production sets with Zen, proudly introducing you to his co-casts and staff members as his girlfriend.
eventhough he had already introduced you for the nth time- Taking a long drive with 707 and traveling to different places with his
belovedcar while listening to his laughter, jokes and stories as the both of you admire the scenery.- You and Jaehee spending the whole day at the café’s kitchen, as the two of you make new desserts wherein time to time the two of you plays with the Icing and flour.
- Jumin, who is new with this whole romance thing being very sweet when the both of you are together in his place. Un-ending cuddles, unlimited stolen kisses and surprise back hugs from him.
Wave to the Camera [Day 5 MC!Reader × Seven oneshot]
NOTE: I haven’t really finished Seven’s route (I’m only on Day 5 God Seven help me;;;;) but after this particular call after this particular chat, I just HAAAD to write this fluff omfg so pls kindly forgive any divergence from canon route storyline~
Contains mild spoilers for his route I guess?
(Also this ended up longer than it should be I have a problem with brevity)
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The moment your call with Seven ends, you smile at the phone screen in front of you, the caller ID still showing that golden skull on a red background that was his profile picture. This has been your daily routine ever since your arrival at Rika’s apartment – call from Seven, laugh and joke a lot, feel an infinite times lighter, and then you manage to float above this… mess of hackers and parties and secrets that had become your life.
You sigh and fall back to your – Rika’s – bed, closing your eyes and imagining Seven – as best as you can – working his best not only to find the hacker who started all this, but also worry about your safety.
It is strange how he readily expressed his concern and want to protect you… but the moment anything more was mentioned, it was obvious he seemed… uncomfortable, if completely repulsed. If he was, though… would he have called you like that, all jokes and teasing – not to mention the flirtation the two of you did these days – just then?
You shake off those thoughts – romantic relationships are never easy, anyways, so if Seven needs more time to consider it, or even wait out for his feelings to calm down… or anything like that… you will wait. It will be worth it, you thought, if it means being happy with Seven, because it’s obvious you’re happy with Seven. Of course, it’d be even nicer if the two of you can talk it out in person instead of through a twice-hacked-private-yet-public chatroom, though…
That is when you remember the pile of colorful sticky notes you bought recently in preparation for the party, and you grin.
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You never really considered the CCTV to be remotely hidden, since you didn’t really think to find it anyways, but that is before poking around the corner ceilings and tall bookshelves in Rika’s hallway. When you did find it, you nervously grin. On the other side of the camera is Seven – or Ms. Vanderwood, you remember, but you’re pretty certain Seven and Ms. Vanderwood are so closely bonded together that if she sees you, so will Seven.
If that made sense at all, since your thoughts are a jumble and your knees are trembling as you look up at the hidden camera at the corner of the ceiling. Grin still in place, you wave, your other hand holding the small colorful-but-will-appear-as-monochrome-to-Seven squares of paper behind your back. You take a deep breath and check the first of many notes you’ve prepared and then you show it to as close as possible, praying that even if Seven missed this, he has the CCTV record to he viewed later as well.
“Hi there, God Seven~!!” the first note read, a doodle of his hearts emoji below it – truly the most effort you’ve put into drawing anything ever.
The second one followed suit. “I felt like saying hi to you in a more private way than in chatrooms. And in person! Kinda.”
“Ms. Vanderwood, if you’re reading this too, hi, I guess???”
You laugh a bit before slowly rereading the fourth message – the most important one. “I’m really grateful for all you two are doing to ensure my safety! Even if Seven can’t come to me T-T – ”
“Or the robot doge can’t be here to spit fire at any potential evil hackers lololol.”
(You doodled the robot dog in the style of your favorite meme.)
(wow. such fire. very robot. seven god. woof. meow.)“Cheer up Seven!!!” the second to last sheet of paper said. “I’m patiently waiting for the party so we can meet in person.”
And then, the grand finale – you hesitate, naturally, biting your nail as is your bad habit as you’ve mentioned to Seven a few phonecalls ago.
You put back your smile ten times brighter as you hold the paper up, covering your face as you zoom it into the CCTV, and then giggle and hide it away with the rest behind your back. Finished, you wave goodbye at the camera, and walk away certain that you’ve gone overboard with the whole “wave to the camera” thing he suggested. But you find yourself pleased that you can express your sincere thoughts to Seven this way.
You don’t know how Seven will react in any way to this, or if he will at all, but if your shenanigans just now managed to make him smile just a little bit, you’re happy. Especially with the sentiment of the last note.
“Then we can marry in the space station ♡”.
♥ I'm a crazy bitch and I'm proud of it ♥ 