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pochipop · 2 years

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＃ MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — ASKING THEM TO SLOW DANCE AT THE PARTY (2).

#. synopsis! — you ask them to slow dance at the official rfa party .

#. characters! —saeyoung (707) , saeran (ray) , jihyun (v) .

#. warnings! — none .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡

When the song changes to one with a smoother tempo and the lights in the party hall dim quite a bit, there's a notable shift in the general mood. Saeyoung seems relaxed for the first time, as if he's finally come to the conclusion that he's under no obligation to make himself miserable all the time to repay for sins he never willingly committed. To your slight embarrassment, he catches you staring up at him, admiring the way his glasses reflect the soft, yellow lights and the way his brightly colored hair curls ever so slightly at the tips.

You can't see it at the moment, but you have a feeling he's blushing. A bashful smile tugs at his lips, though he does his best to stifle it.

". . . Would you like to dance?" You ask, —pulling something out of nowhere in order to simmer both of your high-strung emotions down.

Saeyoung seems a bit taken aback by the request at first, but doesn't appear to be off-put by it. If he were to mask his feelings and revert back to the man you met in the chatroom originally, he'd have done some silly dance move in hopes of making you laugh. If he were to revert to being Luciel, the boy with too many emotions built up inside of him to count, he'd have denied you the opportunity to have even asked that comfortably in the first place.

But this, —this is Saeyoung. A little bit of Seven, a little bit of Luciel. Someone with layers and intricate parts. Someone strong-willed, but also someone sensitive. Someone painfully insecure at times who has sought strength in your light, and within his own.

"Sure," he gives you a gentle smile, offering his hand to you, "let's dance."

This is his equilibrium.

He has two left feet and it's obvious, but you don't mention it, and he knows you don't really care in the first place. You didn't ask to dance with him in order to put on any kind of spectacular performance. . . You asked to dance with him because it felt right, and you wanted him to pull you closer.

And you certainly got your wish. Your head is resting along his shoulder and his hands are hooked under your arms, fingers curving around your shoulders. You can feel the way he breathes, soft and slow in this moment with you, his heart beating a little quicker than it normally would. He smells of cologne with a tinge of sweetness, likely from his favorite snack. His scent is comforting, and it completely wipes away any lingering worries about what anyone else thinks of you being here with him.

Saeyoung is so warm.

Like beaming sunlight after a night of torrential storms. Like a steaming cup of hot chocolate on a freezing winter’s day.

"I'm still having a hard time believing that all of this isn't a dream," he admits, voice softer than you've ever heard it before. "Out of all the people in the world. . . Out of all the people in the RFA. . . I just can't believe you picked me."

"I do care about everyone in the RFA, of course," you acknowledge, "but with you, it's just different. You're the only person I've ever met that's made me feel like this."

The only person I've ever met that's made my heart race quite this horribly; as if my chest is in hyperdrive. The only person that's ever yearned to accept me for all the things I am and will never prove to be.

His grip softens a bit on your shoulders, as if realizing that he doesn’t need to keep you locked in his embrace. You’d come to it willingly. . . You’ll seek him not out of obligation, not because you want him for something he’d be hard pressed to give. But simply because you love him, and you care. . . And that’s all Saeyoung could ever ask for.

＃ SAERAN (RAY) !! ♡

Saeran doesn’t seem fond of the idea at first. When you ask, his nose scrunches up a little, as if reflexively disgusted by the thought of it. But before he denies your request, he takes a moment to ponder on the prospect. He does love you, and of that he’s sure, but being touched, being loved, accepting adoration and affection. . . Yeah, those things haven’t quite been settled yet. Far from it, in fact. But the waver in his pale mint irises assures you that he’s not opposed to the idea of dancing with you in particular. No, it’s not that at all.

It’s just the idea of being so close to someone, letting someone else see him in a position that could even be so much as interpreted as vulnerable, is a hard scenario to swallow.

“Sorry,” you apologize softly, voice barely above a whisper, “maybe I shouldn’t have asked right now.”

He pauses, lips parting ever so slightly as if he has something to say but isn’t sure what that something is just yet. After a few seconds pass, he utters: “No, no. . . It’s not that.”

Saeran pauses again, searching for the proper way to turn his thoughts and feelings into words that you can understand. In times like these, he wishes you could just slither in through his ear and live inside his brain; hear all his thoughts instead of him having to try and water them down and push out to relay them to you coherently. There are also times where he wishes you could just crawl inside him, rest between his ribs and listen to the beat of his heart; —the one that hammers away for you.

“I’d like to,” he concludes, tacking on: “but let's stay over here in the corner.”

You nod. After all, it’s not like you’d asked to dance with him to show him off to everyone at the party. You really don’t feel as if you need to prove anything at all to anyone else. As long as Saeran knows you care for him and would hold his hand through the fiery pits of hell, you really don’t care who else supports or believes in your relationship. They aren’t the ones that matter here.

When his arms encircle your waist, a smile tugs uncontrollably at your lips. Saeran actively avoids eye contact, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of it. You don’t try to force it for the sake of some picture-perfect romance movie moment. Nothing displayed up on a silver screen could ever compare to the reality of this; —Saeran’s sloppy footwork, awkward hands, and the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

“You’re so gentle,” you mumble quietly, so much so that it almost slips him by.

He’s a bit confused by that. Out of all the ways you could describe him, gentle doesn’t seem to be one he’s ever felt accurately depicted him. Weak might be better, in his opinion. . . Foolish, gullible, —fragile, even.

But he knows you’re not insulting him. You’re pointing out something you love about him. Something he himself hates. Although, it's hard to hate that side of himself when you seem to love it so fondly. It’s hard to hate any side of himself when he’s with you.

Saeran doesn’t say much in the time between the first and second slow songs of the night. His silence is steeped in comfort, —the kind that he’s never felt before. As time all but stands still for the both of you, he gradually allows himself to get closer, allows his walls to come down little by little. Still not much one for direct eye contact in moments like these, Saeran closes his eyes when he rests his forehead gingerly against your own.

“I love you,” you tell him tentatively.

He says nothing in response, —but he doesn’t need to. The way his grip tightens against your upper hip says it all.

＃ JIHYUN (V) !! ♡

Jihyun is by no means a stranger to slow dancing. Though he’s far from an expert, he likes to think he knows his way around a few basic steps well enough to not completely embarrass himself. So, when you ask him to dance with you at the party, he has no reason in particular to deny you. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous about it, though.

His hands know well to mind the appropriate distance between certain areas of your body, and Jihyun spares no exception in being sure you’re as comfortable as can be. He’s so light-handed you even have to reassure him that he’s allowed to be firm and expressive.

“You don’t need to keep your distance,” you say, “—if it’s for my sake, I appreciate the thought, but it’s really not necessary.”

He swallows, but his palm readjusts to lay flat against the curve of your side. Jihyun is many things, and gentle is one of them. Both because it seems to simply be in his nature, and because he worries often that pressing too roughly against things he deeply cares for will render him alone, lost at sea once again. And if he lost you after everything it’s taken for him to be able to call you his, he’s not sure what he’d do with himself in the wake of it.

“I want to be close to you,” you add, “—if that’s what you want too, of course.”

“It is,” Jihyun quickly assures you, “so much so that it pulls at my heart until I’m not sure I can even stand it anymore.”

Of all people, Jihyun knows what it’s like to love, to give it all, and to be left with nothing in return. While he once hollowed himself out for the sake of someone who couldn’t love anyone more than her own shadow, —you are eons different in the best, most positive ways.

In a way, Jihyun feels as if this closeness depollutes him, and makes him cleaner by the second.

As if everything has settled around him for the first time in what feels like forever, and he no longer has to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders alone. . . Because you’re there to uphold it with him.

The soft, sweet, melodic song playing throughout the party hall continues on, and as it does, Jihyun finds himself naturally relaxing into your warmth until one hand is planted firmly along your side and the other has laced your fingers with his. Your heart melts with every humble brush of his fingertips. As you rest your head near the crook of his neck, you can smell his expensive cologne. It’s warm-toned and almost soothing in nature, —a gift from Jumin, no doubt.

“I prefer simple things like this more than anything,” Jihyun confesses. “I’ve never been one for fancy restaurants or designer shops. I like this much better. . . The two of us sharing a moment together, and that being good enough.”

“More than anything, I just like to see you happy,” you mumble in reply.

And it’s true. Nothing in the world beats the heart-fluttering feeling that Jihyun’s smile invokes from you.

“It’s easier to be happy when you’re here,” he answers. “There’s no pressure, no expectations. . . You’re not looking to gain anything from me. You’ve seen every inch of my soul, have borne witness to all my sins, and yet here you are. . . Loving me. Holding me. . . As if I genuinely deserve it, even though I don’t.”

“You do deserve it, Jihyun,” you whisper.

And I’ll be right here by your side until you believe it yourself.

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lexsssu · 6 months

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Phone Sex (Choi Saeran | Unknown | Ray)

TAGS: Saeran/F!reader, phone sex, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.

Saeran was familiar with using technology to his advantage, what with his brief stint at Mint Eye and the years he’d spent learning its ins and outs. Though he’d long put his past behind him and finally pursued what he truly loved, he never forgot the skills he’d honed during that dark time in his life.

That is why the last thing he expected was for technology to be used against him...and by YOU of all people.

His sweet, soft, adorable little flower princess who could do no harm.

“...ran’s cock...I want it...my fingers are never enough anymore…!”

The redhead swallows the lump that has formed in his throat as he hears your heavenly voice through his phone. Your voice is whiny as small moans slipped from your lips frequently, the sultry sounds sending blood straight down his cock that poked against the front of his pants.

“...miss you, honey...can’t wait to have you fucking me open and filling me up with your cum again~”

Shit.

The former hacker cursed internally, knuckles turning white at the grip he had on his phone while his other hand struggled to remove his bottoms as soon as possible. His length is bright red at the tip, a bead of precum oozing from the slit and he hisses as he grasps it, feeling how hard and hot it was in his hand.

He can’t wait to pamper you once he gets home from his business trip.

“Princess~ Won’t you be a good girl for me tonight?”

#lexsssu writes #mystic messenger #mysme #saeran choi x reader #choi saeran x reader #mysme unknown x reader #mysme ray x reader #mystic messenger unknown x reader #mystic messenger ray x reader #kinktober #crossposted on ao3

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k0kichiimagines · 1 year

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WOAH OKAY YOUR ANGST WRITING NEARLY MADE ME CRY IT WAS THE ONE ABOUT SAERAN HAVING UNREQUITED FEELINGS FOR MC WHO IS MARRYING SAEYOUNG 😭😭😭

I've had a growing brainrot for saeran/unknown recently and I was wondering if you could write something about finally getting closer to saeran? something like fluff or you can just change it however you want, I trust your writing flair ✋🏻

i love writing se saeran so much <3 ahh i always loved the heart wrenching 'saeran loving mc in saeyoung's route' theories, it shatters my heart but i just had to write something at least once for it - i'm happy you liked it :D !

SE Searan x reader

: you truly do care for him, you'd wait all eternity just to sit by his side once

[Please hurry leave me, I can't breath, please don't say you love me]

[first love / late spring - mitski]

"Saeran?"

Saeyoung had left for the day, off to get a bunch of things done all in one go, and request you to stay. It wasn't uncommon for you to simply hang around the house, you'd grown fond of the twins, Saeyoung in a platonic best friends kind of way, and Saeran in that and a more… romantic sense. He was akin to a stray cat, staying firmly in his corner and only sometimes moving closer, enough for you to see his face clearly and the last bleached strands left in his hair, but never enough for him to do more then awkwardly sit near you.

Right now he was sitting on the grass outside, a blank look on his face as he stared into nothing. He didn't respond to your call, you didn't want to surprise him, nor did you want to leave him without checking on him. You sat next to him, holding your hand out as though to touch him but purposely leaving it hanging in the air - and he seemed to notice that and turn to face you. God, he looked rough, you could see it in his eyes. Silence fell over the both of you, he was clearly more comfortable with you then anyone else on a lot of days - the RFA seemed to see him as an unstable patient, and with his brother there was this awkward tension he could never bare for more then a few minutes at a time. But you didn't want to push it.

"Can I stay near you?"

"Sure." You let your hand drop near him, not yet breaking your gaze.

"Why do you want to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you want to stay."

"Because I'm worried about you. I care for you." The answer felt too simple, too direct, something Jumin would state with an expression only readable by someone who cared deeply for him in return, but it seemed to be enough for his expression to soften slightly. He turned to stare up at the sky once more, but without the lost expression this time. Comfortable silence fell over the two of you, you followed his gaze to look up at the soft clouds moving slowly above you. A bird flew over once, and another close behind. You heard some more sing elsewhere.

"Are you this nice to everyone?"

"No, only the ones really special to me."

"And I'm special to you? I barely even speak to you." An emotion flickered across his face, guilt? Regret? Hope? You weren't sure, you weren't sure he was either.

"Yeah." You turned to find him looking at you once more, seemingly much closer then he was before. "You're special to me." You confirmed once more, voice trailing off into nothing as he moved close enough that your forehead was centimetres from his, you felt your heart pick up pace, he'd never been so close to you before, not since the day he'd smashed through the apartment window and held you threateningly. "Even if we're not super close right now, I like you. I care for you." Your hands made their away against his cheeks, and his eyes close at the overwhelming feeling of such a gentle touch. "I'm happy just sitting near you like this, I want the best for you, I…" You stopped yourself there. Such words would be too much today.

"Please don't tell me you … Not yet. Not now." His voice cracked ever so slightly at the end of his sentence, and he quickly blinked away any tears that threatened to fall. A useless action, because he felt them run down his face regardless at your soft nod, the unspoken phrase that you didn't need to say for him to feel, he felt it in the way your hands only felt softer against his skin, in the way you rested your forehead against his. In the way that right here, right now, he couldn't think of a single other person on this planet but the two of you.

#saeran x reader #se saeran x reader #saeran choi x reader #mystic messenger x reader #msyme x reader #🍓... saeran #choi saeran x reader #secret end saeran x reader

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libra-kirishima · 1 year

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Mystic Messenger Characters + Their Toxic Traits ✨

Feat. Zen, Yoosung, Jaehee, Jumin, Seven, and V

Short headcanons inspired by this post I've made about My Hero Academia characters and their toxic traits x

! fem reader, brief mentions of sex !

Zen

Insanely jealous. He's barely able to restrain himself from barking like a dog when he sees you talking to another man

- and he will come up to you mid-conversation and embarrass you in front of this man because Zen wants him to know who you belong to.

Has some mildly sexist views on women

- Speaks for you even if you're right next to him. Will order for you at restaurants without being asked. If someone asks you a question and Zen thinks he knows the answer he'll answer it for you as if you aren't capable of answering for yourself.

- Tends to believe that you're fragile and vulnerable and that he needs to protect you because you're a woman

- Will help you with chores but he believes it's your job to cook

- Doesn't ever let you take control during sex. He thinks that, as the man, he is supposed to be the one on top and in control. He's a pleasure dom but sex is always done his way because he never lets you take the lead.

Canonically homophobic

Lacks self awareness

Yoosung

King of putting things off. Ignores problems in the relationship for as long as he possibly can until one day it all comes to the surface and he bursts into tears

Avoids conflict to the point of concern. He'd rather lie to himself that everything is fine between the two of you than address an issue in your relationship because he doesn't want to start a fight.

Struggles to make time for you. A lot of your dates are hanging out together while he studies in his room or at the library.

Shamelessly codependent

Jaehee

Also terrible at making time for you

Always working. If she's not working under Jumin then she's always working on improving the coffee shop. She doesn't know how to function when she's not working 24/7 and under constant stress

She takes things so personally. She'll never tell you she took something you said personally but you can tell.

Lowkey a grudge holder. If you two get into an argument she'll bring up something you said to hurt her feelings two years ago.

Jumin

Wants to take care of you but "taking care of you" can mean doing things that are very controlling sometimes

- extremely resistant at first to the idea of you having a job or going to college since he can provide for both of you

- hates taking "no" for an answer if he thinks he knows better than you. If you're sick with a cold he'll go against your wishes and call a doctor no matter how many times you insist that you're fine.

- Never learned how to let someone else be in charge of something so he also never lets you take control during sex.

Resistant to change

Makes important decisions without you based on what he thinks you would want

Can come across as very apathetic at times. He thinks he's offering an objective point of view that will help soothe your emotions but instead it can feel like he doesn't care about them because you're being unreasonable.

707

Has gotten into the habit of lying about the dumbest shit, so it can be difficult to tell whether he's being serious or messing with you

Doesn't help with household chores because he doesn't find them mentally stimulating

Gets really bad depressive episodes. He doesn't want Saeran to see him like that so he bottles everything up until he can't anymore and will take all his emotions out on you sometimes.

Has never had to communicate how he feels before meeting you, so he never learned how. A lot of the time you're relying on your intuition because he doesn't talk to you about it. Part of him still believes nobody cares about how he's feeling.

Incredibly passive. Getting him to voice what he wants is like pulling teeth.

Codependent and in denial about it. Thinks he's just really in love with his wife.

Has a tendency to completely ignore how he's feeling because part of him is desperate to please you.

Tends to think in absolutes. Has a very black and white view on most things

Struggles to believe that he deserves you and that makes him crave validation, but he never wants to voice to you that he needs validation.

#no saeran this time because i wanted to make my headers using panels from the webtoon #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger imagines #zen mystic messenger #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #707 #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #v mystic messenger #jihyun kim #zen x reader #yoosung x reader #jaehee x reader #jumin x reader #707 x reader #v x reader

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springnote · 1 year

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If you are still taking asks for the Thanksgiving event, could we get some just general NSFW hcs for Jaehee, Yoosung & Saeran? Please n thank u! :3

ofc! I went ahead and included some others too, hope I did ok ^^

NSFW Headcanons

includes: Yoosung, Zen, Jaehee, 707, Jumin, Saeran, and V

warnings: nsfw minors dni, gn!reader with pussy, oral ( m and f receiving), anal, exhibitionism, degradation, edging, roleplay, dirty talk, cockwarming, breeding kink, spanking, predator/prey, daddy kink (most are just mentioned without lots of detail)

Yoosung:

• Honestly, he’s pretty submissive, and he prefers you to take the lead simply because he gets so flustered around you

• He likes having you suck him off under the table while he games too, the idea of trying to hide his whimpers and focus drives him wild

• He also enjoys being fingered in the ass, yeah he likes pegging and such too, but something about sticking his ass in the air while you tease and finger him does him in

• Does that mean he doesn’t like trying to take charge? Not at all, he just turns into a blubbering mess if he tries. Praise goes a long way too, a few compliments will have him rutting into your warmth

• Some days he comes home from school so worn out and needy, he’ll ask to eat you out or have you stroke him until he begs

• He’s honestly just a needy sweetheart and he’ll ask to use your chest or ass like a pillow frequently when he’s tired or take a bath together. Just give him love and he’ll do his best to make you feel good too

Zen/Hyun:

• He loves to fluster you, and he really, really likes to give and receive praise, it’s like breathing to him

• Sometimes he likes being told what to do, especially in roleplay, he likes having you tie his wrists and suck him off, he’ll whine and cum hard

• He also loves to sext and have phone sex, especially when he’s away for work, plus he knows his voice is nice and he loves teasing you with it, and sending naughty pics? That’s his jam

• He loves giving orders and he’s a boobs guy. You might find him telling you to touch your chest til you’re dripping while he praises you

• He works out plenty, so he likes taking you against the wall while wrapping your legs around him, or using his strength to lift you up and down on his cock

• A dom most of the time, but he’s a soft dom and loves just making you feel good. He loves eating you out and pampering you all night long

Jaehee:

• She loves being in charge, but specifically she loves just being able to come home and tell you what she needs or what she wants to do to you without any work or silly errands in the way

• 69 is a favorite position of hers, both of you laying on your sides in bed while she eats you up. But sitting in a chair while you get between her legs is also a favorite, it gives her a chance to grab your hair.

• She likes degradation, but she prefers to give it than receive. Edging and using nipple clamps on you also is something she loves, but she’s merciful about it.

• She has a double ended strap that she really loves, but she only uses that when she has lots of time and energy because it takes a lot out of her from all the stimulation. But it’s safe to say she likes toys

• She also has a fantasy of having sex in her office, maybe even turning her phone off so she’d miss calls and ignore her duties ( to her that’s very very naughty), but she’s shy to admit it

• Queen of aftercare. She’s researched what to do and has experience from her own self care rituals when she comes home from work. Expect to be pampered, but also be prepared to be told to eat, drink, and wash up after sex.

707/Saeyoung:

• Experimentalist is the best word for him. He’ll try almost anything, and he loves to look up new ideas to try.

• Sex is about fun and bonding to him, so if you want to have a really really intimate and serious, just let him know, he’ll take some time to get into serious mode™️

• He’s a switch because he loves trying stuff on you as much as he loves having stuff tried on him, but he prefers being in charge because it’s hard for him to tell you he has a new idea when he’s under you and spluttering

• He loves using toys on you, in the privacy of his home but also out in public if he can get away with it, the thrill of possibly getting caught turns him on so much he frequently asks for you to send him pics when you’re both working or going without underwear

• To be honest, he’s got a whole list hidden on a file somewhere of things he wants to try, but he wants to make sure you build up to them, especially if you find something you really like

• He also adores roleplaying, and trying different positions any chance possible, basically his sex life is a rollercoaster of unpredictability

Jumin:

• A dom through and through. It’s just who he is, and it feels most comfortable to him. He’s versatile with what kind of dom he is, but he doesn’t like the idea of subbing. He might try it if you really really want him to, but it will take a lot of convincing.

• He loves cockwarming, especially when he’s had a long day. He just loves being in you and filling you up. He’s also got a bit of a breeding kink

• He’s an ass man, he loves squeezing your ass and rubbing his bulge against it. Spanking is also something he enjoys, and if you slap his ass, he’ll pounce on you

• Lingerie kink for sure. Especially if it’s delicate and shows off your ass. He loves tearing the fabric or watching you striptease

• He says filthy things, always growling dirty thoughts into your ear during sex. But he’ll also whisper sweetly about how much he wants you when you’re out

• What really gets him going is when you just call him Jumin. He rarely hears someone say his first name so sweetly, and it nearly makes him tear up if you call him that and say you love him during intimacy

Saeran:

• He loves both of you just laying naked on the bed, letting him run his hands over your body and hold you close. He’s touched starved and this is already a lot to take in at once.

• Once he’s feeling bolder, he likes to leave bites all over you, especially on your chest. And he’d love to get you a choker to wear to cover any neck bites he leaves, but have it just small enough that someone might see

• He likes to finger you with leather gloves on, and then have you lick them clean. He’s not sure why but he just loves it. He’d also like to see you in some leather lingerie, but only if he can peel it off you.

• He likes degradation, but he’s very picky about it. He won’t call you dumb or pathetic, even if its something you want, he’s worried he’ll hurt your feelings.

• If you’re up to it, he’d kind of be into a bit of predator/prey. Something like him chasing or following you and then taking you to his room to claim, but he wants to make sure you’re well into your relationship by then

• Sleepy sex is also something he loves, before bed or after waking up. Of course he asks permission first and is very gentle as he’s pretty cuddly when tired, but he always makes sure to satisfy you

V/Jihyun:

• He’s not into anything really rough, especially at first because he still has a hard time with intimacy, but if he gets really going, he might go a little fast and rough but that’s it, unless you both talk it through and plan it

• He doesn’t like the idea of possibly getting caught like some of the others, but he does like the idea of having sex in nature, like a secluded field or beach. Just somewhere soft and picturesque

• Breeding kink full stop. He loves children and wants to raise some with you if you’d like, but just the idea of breeding you sets something off in him. He’ll get a bit rougher when you ask him to breed you, but then he’ll be sweeter than honey during aftercare

• He loves oral, especially if it results in you making a mess on his face or pulling his hair. He’ll melt into mush from pleasure

• He has a bit of a daddy kink and authority kink, but it embarrasses him so he gets a bit shy and flustered unless he’s really yearning. Either way his reactions are perfect

• He gets emotional and doesn’t always like talking about it, so he’ll seek physical intimacy to relax. He likes lazy sex, and cockwarming, and shower sex while you wash each other. Just be there for him and he’ll be sure to do the same

#mystic messenger x reader #yoosung kim x reader #jaehee kang x reader #zen x reader #hyun ryu x reader #707 x reader #saeyoung choi x reader #jumin han x reader #saeran choi x reader #v x reader #jihyun kim x reader

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mystmesstolemysoul · 5 months

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What if MC had no choice but to reset? What if, after enough cycles through each story, they know exactly which night they'll go to sleep next to their love then wake up all alone with a text telling them to go to an address they already know by heart. What if MC was cursed with repeating the same events over and over again, falling in love but never getting to grow beyond a certain point with the love of their life?

(lil drabble below the cut. There's a little bit of reset theory sprinkled in, along with a smidge of reference to a song I think goes with MysMes perfectly)

Which guy I'm talking about is intentionally vague so you can imagine your fave <3

Angst with a happy? bittersweet? ending

Not proofread, I don't have time for that shit, sorry lol

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

The first time it happened, it was jarring. A panic setting in as you woke up, back in your old old apartment, no sign of him anywhere. Had it all been a dream? Surely not.

Then came the text, and it all came flooding back. What was happening?

You were less fearful this time as you walked up to Rika's apartment, even knowing all that you did now about the mysterious circumstances that had brough you here.

When they, the RFA, your family, greeted you as a stranger, it stung in a painfully nostalgic way. Had they really forgotten all about you? But it wasn't that; they hadn't known you in the first place.

You did some things differently, this time around. You gave more attention to one of the members that you'd brushed off the first time. Confusion clouded you on day five when everything began to drift away from the story you remembered. Despite this change, your new bachelor managed to sweep you off your feet, though you always felt guilty whenever he, your lover from the first time, called or texted. You felt guilty having to push him away to stay loyal to your new man.

You had almost forgotten about that jarring day when everything had reset. Almost. Until it happened again. You were more prepared this time, but felt almost exceedingly empty as you read the text asking for your help. You wanted to ignore it, to stop this toying with your heart. But you knew you couldn't stay away from the RFA. You were bound, heart and soul. So you did as 'Unknown' asked.

You began to dread it more and more each new route, never knowing when you were going to wake up alone and start the cycle all over again. It became numbing. Heartbreaking. But you could never stay away.

Eventually, you'd seen every possible way it could end. There had been a time you'd hoped to find a road that wouldn't end. A path that wouldn't lead to you waking up alone, forced to greet your closest friends as new strangers. But you'd long since given that up.

You'd seen every success, every possible failure. Felt every swell of new love, every shattering heartbreak. Made friends, made enemies, just for it all to be washed away.

There was a time when you'd begun to intentionally run everything into the ground. It was easier to repeat random 5-day loops than to go months, years, before having it all ripped away from you. But bringing them heartbreak hurt you more.

You were careful now. So careful. Especially with him.

You could never bring yourself to be careless with him. You didn't know why, but after a while, he began to stick out to you more than all the rest. No matter which path you walked, he always caught your eye. The way he said things, his way of thinking, how he tried to look out for you in his own little way.

So you pursued him. You'd won his heart before, many times, but you did it again with a purpose. You knew it wouldn't last. You knew one day, you'd wake up and it would all be over. But you loved him. You really loved him. And when the night came that you knew would be the last, you tried desperately not to sleep. But it was as if some curse took over you, forcing your eyes to close. When you awoke, it was all gone.

But you wouldn't let that stop you. Again, you followed him, your north star, your guiding light. Again, you won his heart. And again, you woke up. It was the third time when you noticed something different. Just a moment. A spark. A faint look in his eyes when you saw him face to face, some wondrous shock, as if he couldn't believe you'd chosen him. More than that usual look in his eyes when he saw you for what you believed to be his first time.

But the look wasn't enough for you to say something. Not yet. But a fourth time, you chose him. Then a fifth. Till finally, on the sixth time through, he gave you a look as if you'd gone insane, and he loved you for it. You'd asked without thinking. "You remember, don't you?"

He hadn't had to speak a word for you to know the answer. You knew him too well. He woke up alone, the same as you. And you loved him fiercer. Again and again and again, determined now to always choose him. No matter how repetitive, no matter how painful, you couldn't choose anyone but him, knowing he'd have to watch you fall in love with another man if you chose any other path.

When the fateful night settled in, wrapped up in each others arms, you were silent. You both knew what this night meant. When the daylight comes I'll have to go. You felt his tears trickle into your hair. "I don't wanna start all over."

And you didn't either. "I know, baby, I know." You held him so close, promising, "I'll choose you. I'll always choose you." And you meant it. You'd never be able to make it through now without him. You had him, now, and you weren't letting go.

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close, 'cause in the daylight we'll be on our own, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close.

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No thoughts, just soft mornings with Saeran.

Being an early bird at heart, he always wakes up before you do. Plus, he loves watching the sun rise in the mornings, while the entire world is still asleep, and he can enjoy being one with nature and the sky above him. It gives him a sense of peace and freedom he never grows tired of. Being able to walk out into the fresh morning air and just sit there, watching the sky for as long as he likes, is a luxury he treasures with all his heart. Sometimes you wake up early enough to join him, though you are much too drowsy to get all poetical about the sun rising with him, preferring instead to just nuzzle into his shoulder with a gruff little hum as he strokes through your hair and murmurs his observations to you.

But on most mornings, you stay in bed for a good few hours. Saeran is not bothered by it. In fact, he never gets tired of waking up surrounded by your warmth and nestled up against your chest. On some days, he still finds himself getting all choked up as he look on at your peacefully sleeping form pressed up against him like the perfect puzzle piece he was always missing. It's entirely possible that he's just too sappy, as Saeyoung sometimes jokes about. But he wants to never stop cherishing what you have brought into his life with your loving soul and a gentle heart. It's easy for him to get a bit lost in his own head and start whispering sweet nothings to you that you may or may not hear, depending on how deep your sleep is.

He'll often end up just laying there with you, listening to your breathing, and gently stroking your face with the most adoring smile a man can muster. There are some days when you are fortunate enough to wake up to that smile. Although, this is not so lucky if you have somewhere to be on that particular day. It is practically impossible to will yourself to get out of bed and deny yourself the possibility of hours of cuddles.

Occasionally, you will wake up to the soft sounds of kitchen clutter. Saeran always makes it a point to cook breakfast for you guys. It'll look different, depending on what your needs and preference are, but it will always make you feel fulfilled and ready to start your day with a clear head on your shoulders. One of your favorite things to do is to paddle over to the kitchen right after getting out of bed, and watching him cook silently, with a smile on your face. Seeing him relaxed and happy like that makes him look so unbelievably cute. At times, he might even hum along or mumble to himself adorably. Of course, you will eventually come up to him and wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him from behind and placing a quick little kiss right below his ear, smiling at the slightest of shivers your warm touch provides.

On certain days, this could very well turn into a lengthy kissing session between you two that may or may not lead to anything more, depending on your preferences. Just be sure to turn off the stoves and ovens, because the last time you accidentally burned Saeran's cookies, he ended up pouting at you for the rest of the day. Of course, you knew that was just playful banter on his part, but you don't want to make the same mistake twice!

If the weather is pleasant and warm, you'll eat your breakfast out in the garden and take in the morning sun and fresh air under some lighthearted conversation. Saeran will ensure that any bugs that may be bothering you are kept away from you, if that's something you don't want to deal with!

It's common for Saeyoung to wake up last among the three of you. Saeran's gentle scolding about the need for a proper sleep schedule has improved his sleeping habits significantly, but he remains a night owl at heart. He'll usually come out yawning and stretching in the middle of your breakfast. And, while he has his own portion ready and waiting for him, he'll always make it a point to steal a bite from you or Saeran with a cheeky little grin.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #saeran choi #choi saeran #ge saeran #good ending saeran #mystic messenger ge saeran #saeran x reader #ge saeran x reader #me being sappy on main???#more likely than you think

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#Sprüche #talks machina #httyd #sofa #luke hemmings smut #screenwriting #30 rock #soft moodboard #baji keisuke #ironstrange #sansa stark #hobie brown x reader #monkey d. luffy #loft #saeran choi

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axica-cattleya · 1 year

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Outfit swap doodle

I am so sane hahahahahhaha

#Twst #twst fanart #twisted wonderland #idia shroud #saeran choi #saeran fanart #mystic messenger #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #Twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #idia #saeran #/axica ink art #outfit swap #saeran choi x reader #twst x yuu #twisted wonderland x yuu

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＃ MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — HEALING IS HARD (SAERAN X READER).

#. synopsis! — saeran is free, but healing isn't easy (for anyone) .

#. characters! — saeran .

#. warnings! — references to past trauma/past traumatic events (canon compliant) , non-graphic depictions of trauma responses .

#. word count! — 2.3k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

It’s been four days since Saeran escaped from Mint Eye. Jihyun and Saeyoung have worked tirelessly to preserve the young man’s safety, and in turn, yours as well. You trust them wholeheartedly, and you feel secure in knowing that without Saeran, Mint Eye’s intelligence network lacks the brainpower to do much at all. He was the key to their operations, the pillar that kept everything stabilized, —and now that he’s gone, they likely don’t even stand half a fighting chance. Even so. . . Healing isn’t easy. Moving on isn’t as simple as getting away. You were there for little more than a week, but you were scarred by the things that went down and the incidents you were forced to witness firsthand. It’s impossible to imagine everything Saeran has been through, and you aren’t sure it’s right to ask.

So you don’t.

Jihyun told you early on that it’s best to let Saeran make his own choices and open up that dialogue himself when he’s ready to do so. He said the best thing you could do for Saeran is just be there for him, —let him know that he has a shoulder to lean on, because it’s been far too long since that was an option for him, and Saeran is likely feeling the brunt of it more these days as the drugs continue to wear off and leave his system.

He doesn’t like to be touched unexpectedly, but doesn’t like it when you ask either. It’s tricky territory, but you’ve found a somewhat middle ground. Hover your hand over his before you take it; let him register that it’s going to happen, then lower your fingertips first. Ghost them along his hand, then slowly transition into holding his completely. The same goes for hugs. Don’t go in all at once; give him the opportunity to internalize what’s about to happen, then read his body language to see whether you should back off or go in for the proverbial kill.

It’s simple enough.

But overcoming the past is not.

A younger version of yourself might have thought of Saeran’s insistent silence as attractive and mysterious; secrets just waiting to be uncovered by the bleeding-heart of a main character. But this is real life, and you know far too much to be romanticizing any of this into sweet fantasies now. The current version of you, the one who knows far too much about an organization you never signed up to be a pawn of, thinks of his silence as deafening, —a prolonged state of slow, tortuous, internalized processing.

The same younger self might have thought Saeran’s inability to say “I love you” (to you, to Jihyun, to his own brother) was endearing; just a little obstacle to overcome, to rise above. The present you knows enough to understand that it runs much deeper than humility.

You stay out of the way when Saeyoung visits, —which is often, and understandably so. It was exceptionally rough at first, but it’s slowly improving, as far as you can tell. The first time Saeyoung came over, Saeran snapped at you for letting him inside your shared apartment without his permission. You managed to take it in stride.

“I’m sorry,” Saeyoung had apologized to you in the wake of his brother’s outburst. “I know this must be hard, but please. . . Go easy on him.”

His request did not fall on deaf ears. You apologized, and Saeran took it well. He didn’t explicitly say sorry for yelling at you, but he took care of the dishes after dinner and ate seconds of the food you cooked, even when it was clear he’d been full after the first plate. That was enough.

The second day was better. Though you expected to turn Saeyoung away at the door, Saeran (begrudgingly) accepted him inside and they sat together on the couch. They didn’t say much, —or Saeran didn’t, anyway— but from the small glimpses you saw on your way from the bedroom to the bathroom and from the bedroom to the kitchen, you knew it was far better than nothing. Saeyoung brought popsicles with him: an entire bag that he had you stick in the freezer. It was the twin kind, the ones you can snap in half to share with someone else. You thought it was fitting, to say the least.

Even though Saeran threw his half away uneaten while his brother was still in the apartment, you watched him take one from the freezer right after dinner that evening, and that’s when you figured that everything was going to be okay. If not now, then eventually.

One day.

He slept a little closer to you that night: not touching, but within enough proximity to feel the heat radiating off your body. It was comforting to know that he wasn’t alone, which was different for him. He went so long only truly feeling safe when no one else was around that he figured it’d be difficult to adjust to living in such close quarters to you. That’s why this apartment has another bedroom: just in case. The both of you are yet to use it.

Saeran makes an effort to communicate, even if that means saying just a sentence more than he had the day before. He’s slowly getting used to expressing himself. You’re getting used to silence. He’s been watching you cook with keen eyes, attempting to learn how things are done without having to ask for help or directions. Being locked inside a room, typing away on a computer instead of learning basic skills has put a large portion of his life on hold. You move slower when you cook now, just so he can see the process better.

Things will find a way of working themselves out eventually, you’re sure. Even if that means the thin line between Saeran and his twin snaps, and they’re left to argue it out. You can play both sides well enough to keep everything in order. At least, you think you can.

It’s painfully obvious that Saeyoung is doing his best. This is all new to him as well, and you’re sure he hasn’t quite gotten over the shock of it all. The little brother he loved so dearly had been brainwashed into thinking so little of him, had been manipulated and mistreated for heaven knows how long. . . And bridging that gap is not an easy task. They may well be twins, but as far as Saeran can tell, they couldn’t possibly be more different.

Saeyoung, on the other hand, likes to think they have more in common than Saeran might think. For better or worse.

On the third day, Saeyoung came bearing gifts for the both of you.

“I hope these’ll make this apartment feel a lot more like home!” He said, and you took the bags with a gentle smile and thank yous for both yourself and Saeran, who watched Saeyoung’s hands carefully. Almost investigatively.

You’re not sure that Saeyong’s presents made the apartment feel anymore like home, but they did make it look and smell nicer, so half of the goal was accomplished as far as you were concerned. The scented candles he bought were mild in fragrance, likely to accommodate his younger brother’s easily overwhelmed senses. Maybe Saeran didn’t take notice of that, but you certainly did.

The houseplant he included was worrisome at the start, but Saeran took quite the liking to it, even if it was a silent one. It sits on the window sill in your shared bedroom now, soaking in sunlight; basking in the care of your lover. Maybe it’s just that he sees himself in the little plant that’s yet to blossom with flowers, —or maybe it’s just that Saeyoung was the one who picked it out. Maybe it’s both. You’re not sure one way or another, but you don’t ask either. Some things are definitely better left unsaid.

A framed picture of Saeyoung and Saeran was included amongst the house-warming gifts. A part of you hesitated to show it to Saeran, but eventually chose to in the end because it felt like the right thing to do. He seemed reflexively disgusted by it, placing it on the nightstand face down. . . You understood why. It’s glaringly obvious that he hasn’t forgiven either of the little boys in that image; not the elder who ran off with no warning, and not the younger who wasn’t “strong enough” to survive on his own.

It was perched upright come morning, though. That had to count for something.

The fourth day came, and with it, the expected visit from Saeyoung who’s just trying to make up for all the lost time between himself and his twin. He smiles when he sees the presents he’d given yesterday being put to good use. Saeran bothers to greet him this time; little more than a low “hi,” but it means the world to the elder male who beams in its wake.

There’s an undeniable gap between them, but slowly, slowly, slowly, it’s being filled, —filled with the kind of unconditional love you’re supposed to give your little brother. Filled with new memories to replace all the old ones that were tainted and marred by the outside world. Filled with baby steps until Saeran is comfortable enough to make a leap.

Saeyoung stays for dinner tonight. He compliments your cooking, and you smile as you tell him that there’s plenty to go around so “don’t be shy and take whatever you like!” Saeran is quiet, but in his own way, he involves himself in the conversation you hold with his brother. He listens more than reacts, but it’s clear that he’s interested.

Dark topics are danced around for the time being. Talking about Rika, or Mint Eye, or anything even tangentially related to such subjects at the dinner table would likely spoil everyone’s appetites. Instead, Saeyoung asks how you and Saeran are liking the apartment, —all while he eats your home-cooked meal from plates and silverware he offered up just the day before.

“It’s nice,” you tell him. “The neighborhood is quiet, and everyone we’ve met so far has been kind.”

“I’m glad,” Saeyoung nods. “If anything ever goes wrong, you can call me at any time. I’ll do anything I can to help.”

While his sentiment was supposed to be generalized between both yourself and Saeran, it’s obvious that he meant it more for his sibling. You understand why. Even if he doesn’t put it that way, Saeyoung is overcompensating for everything he wasn’t, but now has the proper ability to be. Saeran says nothing in return, but you know he cares. You know he’s thankful. Even if he doesn't say it, he’s getting used to this; —to having you here, to having Saeyoung here. . . To being safe.

He only flinches a little this time when you gently hold his hand beneath the table.

His palms are sweaty, but his grip is feather-like. He’s a surprisingly gentle man.

Saeran doesn’t eat one of the popsicles while Saeyoung is still hanging around, but the moment he leaves, he’s got one in his hand. He struggles to break it apart for a few moments, uncertain of how much pressure to apply. He’s sick and tired of breaking things, of messing things up over and over again.

You do it for him, and he only takes one side back, leaving the other with you.

It’s sweet.

That night, Saeran lies awake for a while. He feels a little funny, like he’s watching the world spin from somewhere far away. . . You shift a little in your sleep, the bed creaking ever so softly. He breathes out the stress, the worries, the anxiety, staring at the picture on the nightstand. It’s conflicting. One part of him wants to reach up and grab it, slam it to the floor and watch it shatter into little bits: wants it gone forever. Another wants to cherish it like some lost relic from another world entirely.

The boys in that picture were innocent, yet the both of them were contaminated by sin. Even still, Saeran vividly remembers the way he would cling to Saeyoung for warmth and comfort in their youth. The thought of it makes him equal parts sick to his stomach and warm and fuzzy.

It feels like so long ago that he was that little boy. He’s far from weak now. Most of the time, anyway.

Some old habits die hard.

Saeran sighs. Sometimes, when he looks at Saeyoung, he feels jealousy run heavy and hot through his veins. It’s not fair. Saeyoung is everything he’s supposed to be, —everything he’s supposed to look like. It’s like he’s looking into some cruel mirror that only shows what should be. Because Saeran’s hair doesn’t run in vermillion locks that curl ever so slightly at the ends. His eyes aren’t bright and golden anymore. His skin isn’t clear the way Saeyoung’s is; but marred by the mark of the woman who kept him a prisoner to her (and to himself) for far too long.

It’s not that he hates Saeyoung. No, really. . . That’s not it. Saeran doesn’t know that he hates anyone. Or maybe he just hates everyone. That’s another thing he’s yet to figure out thus far.

He just wants to be Saeyoung, sometimes. He wishes he could trade bodies with him, if only for a little while, to know what it’s like to be in the appropriate skin.

He’s definitely thinking too much.

Turning to his other side, Saeran rests his gaze on the line of your shoulders. Your breathing is soft and shallow as you sleep, and for a moment, he feels a flicker of jealousy for the way you can rest so peacefully.

There’s nothing else he would wish for you, though. And he knows that.

In the end, all he really wants is for everyone to be happy. He wants to be happy, and right now, as moonlight filters in through the window, illuminating the houseplant on the sill, he’s not sure what to classify this feeling in his chest as. . . But happiness is the best guess he’s got.

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On this fine evening, I can't stop thinking about how small Ray really is. His graceful and princely appearance is only enhanced by his delicate facial features, which are already apparent the first time you see him. You don't think or notice much of it at first. His clothes are doing a good job at concealing his frail form, after all. All you see is a pretty young man that takes your breath away with his unique clothing choices and his tender smile.

It isn't until your first walk out in the garden that you have time to truly take in his appearance fully. He is undeniably beautiful. His eyes are kind, albeit mysterious, and his smile makes it easy to relax and trust into his words as you talk. He truly looks like some noble prince ripped straight out of a fairytale when he's walking by your side in the garden. His petite features become only more apparent when you get a little cold, and he drapes his blazer over your shoulders without a second thought.

Ray is unwavering in his desire to be helpful to you. He's afraid of you finding him repulsive or ugly. But, when you are in trouble, be it you shivering in the chilly mountain air, or you tripping over a stray rock, he acts without even thinking. It's like an instinct he can't fight.

Depending on your size, his magenta blazer either fits you perfectly or is rather small on you. Once you get past the initial butterflies of having his flowery scent and warmth surround you, it becomes quite noticeable to you. And, not only that, but with the biggest layer gone from his frame, you get a good look at his rather slender figure up close. He looks wonderful, you don't have a single bad thought in your head of yours.

But... God, does he looks so frail

As the days go by, you become more and more aware of him and all the smaller details of his appearance. His hands are small and bony. His wrists are so thin, you could probably wrap your two fingers around them with no problem whatsoever. While his jawline is soft, his cheeks look somewhat hollow, especially in a dim lighting. Although he doesn't express it, he easily gets cold. Whenever your walks are particularly long, you always see him slightly shivering, his hands rubbing together in a way that is obviously not meant for you to see. One time, you accidentally tripped while on your walk through Magenta, and he moved to catch your fall, making you stumble straight into his chest, your hands automatically grasping at his waist to hold you steady.

He's... so thin under all those layers of fabric. It's impossible not to wonder whether or not he's potentially wearing so many layers on purpose. If he's perhaps embarrassed of his fragile frame. It makes your heart ache.

It's a conflicting feeling.

You are aware that he is not taking good care of himself. For some reason, nobody in this place attempts to persuade him to take a break or enjoy a warm and nutritious meal every once in a while. It makes you disheartened. You wish you could visit him whenever you wanted, to remind him to rest his head, and to prepare him delicious and fulfilling foods to keep his body healthy and energized. But... you can't. And it's one of the first alarm bells that tell you that this place is not good for him.

On the other hand, you don't want to perceive this aspect of him as strictly negative. Regardless of his weight, you still find him to be incredibly beautiful. You love how his hands fit so perfectly into your own, making you want to hold them to keep them warm at any chance you get.

You could look at his face for hours on end without getting tired. Studying and memorizing all the tiniest of details that make Ray who he is. His lips are thin and chapped, even though he tries to hide their poor state from you, but you don't mind in the slightest. You'd love nothing more than gently brush your lips against his own as you go back to your room: a wordless thank you for wonderful company. Or to carefully apply some moisturizing lip balm with your thumb and watch his eyes grow wide and his cheeks grow pink. His eyes are warm and tender as they look at you, even if they are brimmed by heavy dark rings signaling the lack of sleep on his part. It still makes you want to brush your thumbs under his eyes to try and soothe his tiredness. His lashes are rather long, and you can't help but swoon at that little detail about him.

Although his skin is pale and dry, you have a fondness for the faint traces of freckles scattered over his cheeks and nose. It makes you wonder what his face would look like, if he could spend all the time he wanted out in the sun, tending to his flowers. You would love to kiss every freckle that is visible. And you adore how lovely his cheeks look when they are filled with color, whenever you say something sweet or brush your hand against his own.

Ray's physique is slim and petite. If you try, you're confident that you could lift him into your arms. It makes you sad to think of him being malnourished, but it does not bring you disgust in any way. No, it makes you think of how your hands would fit perfectly if you rested them on his waist, bringing him closer into your warm embrace, to keep his safe and sound from all those worries buzzing in his head at all times. How you could probably sweep him into a playful waltz and dip him without any problem, bringing a starry eyed look to those minty eyes you loved so much. It's a fantasy you certainly would love to try out one day.

It's a peculiar ambivalence. All you are aware of is that Ray is truly beautiful to you. And that you want him to know that. And, once you do spill all of your deepest affections for this lovely man you have come to treasure so deeply, you will wipe the tears spilling from his eyes and pull him close to your chest.

Ray is perfect. And you want him to know that.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #ray choi #choi ray #mystic messenger ray #saeran choi #ray x reader #saeran x reader #did i really just write up a huge testament just gushing about how much i love ray?#yes. yes i did.#telling myself to be more easygoing with what i post

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rayroseu · 11 months

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i did these sketches a long time ago of what i would drew if i was stuck at mint eye💥

obviously all of them are about the pretty flower prince, happiest birthday to you, saeran and saeyoung choi 💕‼️

since 2018 player here and my adoration for him still lives 🥺✨ lets spend another four seasons this year again 🥰💖

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pochipop · 10 months

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＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — BEING VULNERABLE WITH YOU.

#. synopsis! — how they show their trust .

#. characters! — jumin, zen (hyun), yoosung, saeyoung (707), saeran (ray), jihyun (v) .

#. warnings! — slight angst.

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — come join my discord server? it's newly opened with a fantasy bakery theme! we have emojis from genshin impact, honkai star rail, sanrio, overwatch, pokemon, mystic messenger, and more! a collection of funny stickers, channels to promote yourself, meet new friends, share your writing/art, + lots more! plus, our staff is very chill and friendly! we'd love to see you there! <;33

＃ JUMIN !! ♡

Jumin, who never really thought himself to be the romantic type, but loses himself so easily in his relationship with you that he’d do anything imaginable just to see you smile for him. This sophisticated, pressed-suit wearing, stone-faced man who just crumbles when it comes to you, —who once thought love was some sick ruse made to rope people in and keep them hostage to their feelings, suddenly realizing that this rush is marvelous, and he can’t quite clearly remember a time before his heart seemed to beat for you. This man who swore he’d never love someone enough to put aside everything else on his mind and just live in the moment who sheds that dry cleaned business attire at the end of every workday and lets himself come undone for you. His walls come down and he welcomes you inside, and for once, he’s not scared of what will happen when you see the parts of him that perhaps aren’t as pretty as others. He lets you see the beautiful mess he’s made of himself over the years, and it’s then that he begins to pick up all these tattered pieces, finally preparing to put himself back together again. And recognizing you’ll help him do so is the sweetest comfort he’s ever known.

＃ HYUN (ZEN) !! ♡

Hyun, who stops pretending to be perfect over time and lets you see him in all the stages of healing. This man who often shields himself from the world, hiding behind a mask of narcissistic confidence, who finally lets his imperfections seep through to the surface and breathes another sigh of relief every single time you stay in the aftermath. He lets you in on the insecurities that lap at his ankles much more often than he'd ever had liked to have admitted before. He lets you hold him when he shatters instead of pushing you away, —dulls all his rigid edges to feel your warmth surround him, as if lowering all his defenses for the very first time. The world can be a cruel place to those that have made mistakes, but Hyun feels like he's finally found someone who can look at him for more than just the pretty, well-kempt face he maintains for the public. There's no sense of shame he feels the need to drown in when you let him fall apart in your arms. There's no crushing feeling of disappointment or suffocating feeling of disdain. He's more human than he fears he's ever been when your thumbs wipe the tears from beneath his eyes and you whisper to him that everything will be okay.

＃ YOOSUNG !! ♡

Yoosung, who learns over time how to not let things fester until they’ve built up so much he can’t keep them in any longer. For all he is and might not ever be, he’s come to realize that it’s okay to express his emotions before they reach a boiling point. He comes to you at the onset of upsetedness, —allows himself to feel frustrated without stuffing it down and pretending the problem doesn’t exist until it explodes. He finds that it’s so much easier to be earnest when you never talk down to him or make him feel like he’s any less of a person in your eyes because of it. Sometimes he needs advice, and other times, he just needs someone to talk to. No matter the case, he seeks you out before anyone else, knowing that you care enough about him to value his thoughts and opinions without qualifiers or regulations. He holds grudges sometimes that aren’t good for his own sake, and being shut down when he tries to address them only adds fuel to the fire. Having someone who truly listens and tells him that it’s okay to feel the way he does goes such a long way, —perhaps longer than you’ll ever know.

＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡

Saeyoung, who lets himself be honest eventually, —who lets himself chip away and then lets you smooth him over. He’s done a lot of things he’s not proud of, and he doesn’t need anyone to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. Whether it was or wasn’t doesn’t matter as much as what he knows he has to do going forward, and the last thing he really wants is to be coddled out of pity. He just wants to be heard, no sympathy necessary, no fawning over the way he sheds the skin he used to wear when he felt like happiness was millions of miles away. He just wants to be listened to. To Saeyoung, it’s the ultimate show of trust to admit to all the things he regrets, let them spill out like word vomit and not have to worry about the consequences. He doesn’t need you to understand, and knows you likely can’t given the specifics of his life’s course thus far, but knowing that you’re keen on carrying the burden with him is such an insurmountable feeling of relief. Finally, someone knows every grimy little corner of his soul and they still love him, still hold him, still want him. . . There’s nothing quite like it.

＃ SAERAN (RAY) !! ♡

Saeran, who lets little things slip as time goes on, —stares a little longer when he passes twin popsicles in grocery stores because he knows you won’t ask why. As much as he likes to pretend that he can fix things by pretending they never hurt him in the first place, there are always scars that linger just below the surface, ready to burst at the first sight of mint-colored liquids or at the first sound of deceptively sweet voices offering commands from the shadows. He carries a lot around with him wherever he goes, and just loving him until the sun dies isn’t a cure-all. You can’t turn back time and shield him from all the things in his life that have left him feeling like a shattered stain glass window. All the love in the world can’t fix the past. But there’s nothing that means more to him than knowing he can lean on you, —even if he doesn’t always do it. There’s such a sweet comfort in knowing he can turn to you when he feels like he’s drowning. And if sometimes that manifests only in letting himself shed a few tears while he eats an ice cream cone outside next to you in the sunshine, then so be it.

＃ JIHYUN (V) !! ♡

Jihyun, who talks about it all a little at a time, —about the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful; because it wasn’t always bad. There were times before you came in which he’d been so in love that he’d have done anything to stay exactly where he was, to freeze those moments up and keep them in a capsule that could never be shaken. And it’s important for Jihyun to tell you about those things every now and again, to let you in and reminisce on the way he’d once been so sure of it all, so ready to settle down and stay exactly where he was. But it’s equally as important for him to bare the remnants of the betrayal for you to kiss, and hold, and make peace with. He likes to think you understand him better in the wake of it, —that you’ve seen him in a new light every time he sits with you and tells you of the loss, the desire, the yearning, and all the ways he wishes things could have been different for everyone. In the end, he’s here, and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

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