#admin shay

Hey hey, sorry for the long wait~

I ship you with Zen!

You may be kinda shy but that just makes Zen want to talk to you even more. He just can’t help himself around an adorable lady (or dude), so he’d be the one to strike up a conversation first.

Zen would be super supportive and really want to help you boost your self-esteem because he knows what it feels like and wouldn’t wish that feeling upon anyone, especially not his s/o. He wants you to see yourself the way he sees you. He’ll shout it to the whole world just so you, and everyone else for that matter, knows just how wonderful you really are.

Zen would also be so grateful that you were born in the year of the Dog, because those born in that year are usually kind, loyal, and honest. And bless your soul for not being born in the year of the cat. Admin Shay… this is not Fruits Basket, focus.

Zen really isn’t one to play video games but he might play a round or two with you if you were to ask. You may have to let him win a few times because he’s probably just button mashing. However, he would most likely sit on the couch with you wrapped in a cozy blanket and watch you play. If you become too focused on the game tho, he’ll start showering you with small kisses on your forehead and slowly make his way down to your lips.  If that doesn’t work expect him to nibble your neck a bit because “pay attention to me dang it!”

I hope you like it :)

~Laterz,

Admin Shay╭(  •̀ ㅂ •́ )و ̑̑ ˂ᵒ͜͡ᵏᵎ⁾✩  

Day 4 // Prompt: Jealousy

V had always compared his love to the sun, and so that is what Jumin held as the standard - not that he expected to ever find such an illogical occurrence. Though it seemed like the universe finally had a challenge to offer him, an enticing package that made his head spin. How did he ever get so lucky? He swore to himself he’d keep her happy and cherish her with every fibre of his being. Loving MC wasn’t hard, oh no it came to him like breathing, but it was being loved by all of her that he craved.

He wanted to covet every piece of her, from her sly secretive smiles to the molten chocolate of her eyes. By all intents and purposes, she belonged to him, her husband. She’d given him her everything, her philosophy, her thoughts, from her head to toe, just like he had once promised. She was the moon and he, the raging ocean. He succumbed to her gravity as she tugged and thrusted at his heart.

But that didn’t stop the sting in his chest when she squealed over Zen’s latest theatrical teaser poster with Jaehee.

“Assistant Kang, I’d like the Bato Exports reports on my desk by five,” he barked from the door to his office, his eyes firmly on his wife.

“Jumin, I came to see you,” she said with a radiant grin. She let him pull her into his office by the arm, chattering excitedly the entire time, “Elizabeth and I were missing you so much, and then we decided to make snickerdoodles. The smell heavenly, and actually, they reminded me of you.”

“Me?” he blinked, taking the cookie from her outstretched hand. 

Arms folded in front of her with the basket of snickerdoodles at her elbow, she looked up at him keenly. 

“What do you think?” she asked shyly after he took his second bite. “Doesn’t it take you back to that cute little cafe in Paris that overlooked the Seine?”

Between her gazing up at him through her lashes and the delicious creation that she made with thoughts of him, Jumin wondered how he could’ve ever considered her anything less than wholeheartedly his.

Barely a month later, he was clenching his jaw to contain the rage that spread through him at the sight of his MC dancing with Luciel. Her head was thrown back in laughter and her eyes sparkled brighter than any of the diamonds that covered the love bites he’d left on her skin. She smacked the arm around her playfully and then shook her head fondly at the hacker.

“Jumin!”

Through the red haze of fury he saw the face of his beloved getting closer and the roar in his ears didn’t settle until he felt the familiar warmth of her tiny hands on either size of his face. It was then that he took in the panic on the lines of her face and followed her gaze down to the shattered remains of his wine glass. Staring down at the red staining his skin, he wondered if she knew just how drunk he was on her love. 

Two years later found him lying in their bed late at night, the city lights illuminating her curves through the glass walls of the penthouse. They’d have to move, he realized, get an actual house. They’d have a large garden scattered with toys and halls that echoed with peals of laughter.

A nudge against the path his fingers were tracing pulled him out of his thoughts and he leaned closer with fascination.

“I do hope all is well in there. I’ve been making sure your mother follows the dietary plan set for her and takes all her vitamins. Now its up to you to grow strong,” he said quietly.

He rested his palm over the swell of his wife’s belly and and sighed, “Your father has many skills in his repertoire but parenting is not one of them. Forgive me if I make mistakes. I have no idea what I’m doing, not without a well-devised plan, but your mother seems to believe the best in me.”

A smile tugged at his lips when he felt the light jab up into his palm. “One thing is for certain, little one. I haven’t even met you yet and I already love you so much. Your mother taught me that, how to love. She’s an amazing woman.”

He pressed a kiss to her belly and added more seriously, “Your mother has a lot of love to give and I’m aware you will demand much of it for yourself. Sign a contract if we must, but I require a lot of her love for myself. She is mine and you are ours. She is mine and now I’ll have to share her with you. I’ve never had to share before. I’m afraid I don’t know how.”

A soft hand on his cheek made him jump and he glanced up to meet her adoring gaze.

“Did we wake you? My apologies,” he said solemnly.

Her sleepy laughter sent his heart aflutter and his veins filled with the intoxicating rush that was her love. He covered her hand with his own, squeezing it lightly before pulling it away. He pressed his lips into her palm and then traced a path down her wrist, feeling her pulse jump at his kisses.

“Jumin, sweetheart, love isn’t a contract.” At the confused shift of his brows, she explained softly, “There is no clear start and end, there is only love. Endless and all consuming.”

“You are mine,” he declared.

“I am. And you are mine.”

She was so unapologetic in her response, so bold, that he couldn’t hold back from giving her a bruising kiss.

“I told you I wanted to leave a mark on you so that everyone would know you’re mine,” he murmured against her lips.

She took his hand and pressed it against her rounded belly. Kissing him softly, she whispered, “I’d say you fulfilled your end of the deal perfectly, husband.”

Hey there everyone,

Just wanted to update everyone since the new route was just released. Idk about the other admins but I’m on iOS so I haven’t gotten the new route yet. I will be trying to avoid any spoilers until then, so pls keep that in mind with any messages.

I’m thinking of posting my thoughts of the new route per day once it’s released for iPhone. I’ll be sure to tag any posts with spoilers for you to avoid if you wish. Anyone interested?

Lots of love,

Just making sure everyone is aware, though asks are closed, you’re more than welcome to leave us a message! We love hearing from you and talking to fellow sinners 💕💕

This is so friggin cute! Thanks for sending this one in, I had so much fun writing it. Honestly, I love washing dishes (mindless work so I can think over plot lines) and vacuuming carpet flooring. Something about a spotless, clear carpet and those light/dark patterns that the vacuum makes going back and forth…mostly its just an illusion of productivity lol wow I’m such a weirdo ok lets move on

Pupper Yoosung:

If he’s not raging at LOLOL, then he’s busy dealing everything university has to throw at him or at least he should be

As a uni student, the poor boy has little to no time to keep his dorm room clean I relate so hard pls help so isn’t he damn lucky to have you

Poor baby didn’t even realize how much of a mess he made until he looked away from the computer screen and saw how different it all looked wait is that the actual colour of the kitchen counter??

He’ll protest when he sees you picking up after him or cooking him dinner

“MC, no you can’t clean my mess I’m a big boy”

But low-key he loves being pampered. It just makes him feel all warm inside that you love him enough to want to take care of him

Baehee Jaehee:

She’s a pretty clean woman to begin with - a clean environment makes for a productive mind and all that - which is surprising given how busy she always is

Poor baby doesn’t even have time to eat decent meals or catch her breath I’m lookin’ at you mista trustfund kid

So can you imagine the utter relief on her face when she finally drags her ass home from work late at night only to find a hot homemade meal prepared just for her!?

She feels kind of bad that you’re alway fussing over her health and making sure she doesn’t need to worry about housework after spending obscene hours at work

Ofc you reassure her that you actually like cooking and keeping your shared apartment clean - it makes you feel useful and honestly a clean living space just makes you feel 10x less stressed

And it hasn’t escaped your notice how OCDish Jaehee is about cleanliness and the kind

The cute coffee bean that she is she’s always giving you handy lil tips just like that whole duct tape and cat hair thing - tbh it probably comes in handy when you shed a ton of hair around the house

Lovely Zen:

Ok this idiot - the workaholic with only beer and water in his fridge - probs isn’t a clean guy lets be honest

Dating you doesn’t change his crazy work schedule (and multiple workouts per day -_-) so he makes it home barely in time for dinner, if at all

At first, he isn’t used to eating such wholesome meals but after a stern glare on your part and a “aww, Jagi, you’re so cute when you’re trying to act all tough” from him (that got him a night on the couch for sure) he quietly adheres to your domestic side

His fav part is coming home early sometimes and just leaning against the doorway to watch as you vacuum the living room, your iPod blasting, and singing at the top of your lungs

Honestly, these little wifey quirks of yours turn him the hell on u n l e a s h  t h e b e a s t

Since he ran away from home, its been entirely too long since he’s really been a part of the family home lifestyle and so he really cherishes this side of you that allows him to have that in his life again

Daddy Jumin:

Wanting to cook him homemade meals instead of the chef? He can understand that. In fact, he loves it. Loves coming home to the smell of something you’ve made with your own hands, just for him. It’s just another piece of you that ties you to him as his wife possessive fucker

Getting down and dirty on the roof top garden to grow your fav flowers and herbs? He can deal with that. What Mrs. Jumin Han wants, Mrs. Jumin Han gets, yeah?

But then he came home to surprise you for lunch and found you washing the dishes….um what?

this poor little confused cinnamon roll

“But MC, what about the maid? You don’t need to be doing this. You’ll damage your soft skin and….”

You tried to explain to him how therapeutic it was for you to clean the penthouse. Things like washing dishes allowed you to just let your mind wander and it made you feel productive. Besides, being cooped up in the penthouse was boring AF. I mean, there’s only so much time you can spend being pampered and laying around on every piece of furniture before you start going bonkers

He was annoyed that you would do this when he was at work so he wouldn’t know about it and really wanted to put his foot down on this no wife of Jumin Han would be getting her hands dirty with manual labour but you wouldn’t hear of it. You sort of came to a compromise where you could clean the kitchen after using it, but the maid would most def be cleaning the rest of the penthouse. 

GOD Seven:

Oh lord this hot mess lives in an even bigger mess

Like it gives you actual anxiety seeing the state of the bunker Vanderwood relates so hard omfg

So while your precious little tomato head is working obsessively, you’re tackling the Loch Ness monster that is the dirty laundry and chip bags amassing on the dirty floor.

His jaw actually hit the ground when he finally crawled out of his office that he’d been holed in for hours on end

“MC, when did we get a new carpet in the bedroom?”

h o l y f u c k b o i

“no, Saeyoung, that’s the actual colour of your floor”

That was actually your first task when you came to the bunker and you kept it up ever since, all the while slowly training your husband to stop being such a piece of shit Vanderwood’s words not urs

Like Saeyoung felt guilty enough to make a conscious effort to clean up after himself. He felt like enough of a failure already and hating himself for making his wife clean up after his stupid ass was wholly unnecessary

But he also loved that he had someone by his side who loved him and stuck by him despite all his messy habits cut the bby some slack he deserves to be shown all the love in the universe so he took all your scoldings quietly and just gazed at you with hearts in his eyes, still having a hard time believing you were real