kinda seems to me that you are just writing this fic to get off on the idea of fucking you're own students. But that's just me, you know, someone who doesn't think it's okay to romanize abusive relationship so what do I know.
Hi there everyone! My name is Flamingo, but please call me Ming for short, and starting today I will be your new mod! Ducky had to leave, so I’ll be taking over. In fact, who the hell is Ducky? Ĩ̷̟̟̓t̴̬̬̾̈́'̷̙̝̆̌s̸͔̥̾̃ ̷͖̒̾ͅn̸͔͛ȯ̵̲t̷̨̛͕̋ ̷̢̍l̴͈̎ī̸̝̽k̶̩̀ę̶̦̎ ̸̩̪̒s̶͎͎̄h̶͕̗̋̓e̴̞̣̿ ̴̦̹̽ę̸̬̓́x̶̠̓̆i̸̱͉͘ş̴̙̄t̴̟̻̀͆. Anyway! To start off-
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Oh, don’t mind that everyone. It’s just some pest. As I was saying, I want to start off by closing-
You guys didn’t hear anything, it’s just the wind howling or something-
Ducky: Hey guys! Ducky here. Sorry for that weird thing that just happened, I did not expect the new mod to be such a weirdo. They even trapped me in the anti-void? Who the hell does that? Anyway, I’m happy to say that I’m not leaving, and I’m going to be sticking around for a very long time. Oh what happened to Ming? I took my code back and now they’re codeless. I don’t think we’ll be seeing them again unless…nah, don’t worry, we won’t. Anyway, we should resume to our regularly scheduled posting :)
A new Mystic Messenger blog! Welcome to the family :D could i please have a scenario about 707 being a total sap for MC (aka you, aka his s/o) I don't know I just feel a lot of emotions about that boy. Maybe MC is trying to distract Seven from work a little in a subtly seducing yet still easygoing manner? Thanks!
ahh thank u !! the ppl in this fandom are so nice i cri. i have a lot of emotions towards seven too tbh juST SIN ME W/THIS BOY. Also,,, idk if this is what you wanted so feel free to re-send this !!
The dark shade of insomnia that lined Luciel’s eyes seemed to correlate with his restless nights, as his exhaustion undoubtedly increased with every passing day. When it came to periodically permitting his body to recover (not only from his workload, but also from the concerning amounts of PhD Pepper and Honey Buddha Chips he consumed ), Luciel simply refused to budge. Thus, you had to create compromises, such as ensuring that the lights are turned ON while he works, since the glistening glares of the computer screen would only worsen his already-disorganised sleep schedule.
In terms of what time it was, it was a time where every other individual’s body was re-pairing itself; their brain indulging in the euphoric effects of a deep slumber. Luciel didn’t fall under that category. He wasn’t considered to be a member of everyday society, since the law wouldn’t really have his side.
You continued to watch him intently as he typed away, and with a loud sigh, approached his hunched-over figure slowly. Placing your hands on his shoulder blades, you re-adjusted his posture.
“Luciel, how many times have I told you to sit straight?” You muttered, hands moving upwards to his shoulders. Your fingers began to squeeze his muscles in a calculated manner, hoping that relaxation would replace tension in those muscle fibres.
“I’m having trouble being straight~” Recalling that Seven didn’t care about gender when it came to romantic attraction, your vocal chords would have produced a laugh. But currently, Seven’s words only created an urge to roll your eyes.
This man never took care of himself, but you knew of a way that could… persuade him to postpone his work.
You’d already prepared the final step in the process, and it was situated literally right inside your pocket. That piece of paper would have to patient with its release, though. With your right hand continuing to massage his shoulder, your left hand began to make its path down his torso; agonisingly slowly, ensuring that Seven could feel your fingertips brushing against the contours of his anatomy. Your hand stopped at his abdomen, and your chin rested on the top of his head.
“You work so hard.” As you uttered those words, you lowered your lips to his scalp, planting a soft kiss there.
Seven chuckled, his upper eyelids coming in contact with his lower ones. “Out of all my babes, you’re the best one.” Of course, telling your significant other that you’re more important than your sport cars might have not… been considered flattering, but you’re used to Luciel’s comments (you’d call them bizarre, but you share the same humour). You even found them endearing most of the time.
His colder hands encapsulated your left hand, its warmth spreading to his. “How flattering.”
Suddenly, your right hand had stopped massaging Seven’s shoulder. He could make out the distinct sound of paper crumbling, and he assumed that you were taking something out of your pocket. Luciel would have been alarmed if it were anyone else, but you’re not exactly ‘anyone else’. Even if he tried searching, there would be no one that was similar to you.
You placed the folded note in his hands, and Luciel would have been lying if he said that he wasn’t disappointed - he wanted to feel the warmth of your hands and your presence for longer, but as soon as he turned around to glance at you, you were already heading out the room. Once Seven unfolded the note, he practically bolted from his seat and headed towards you;
“01001100 01100101 01110100 00100000 01101101 01100101 00100000 01110100 01100001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01100011 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100110 01101111 01110010 00100000 01100001 00100000 01100010 01101001 01110100 00101110 00100000” [Let me take care of you for a bit.]