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randomtrashsstuff ¡ 5 years ago
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'Mystic messenger'
Featuring;
Zen
Jumin han
Jaehee
Saeyoung choi
Yoosung kim
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Saran Choi
Vaderwood
Y/n L/n
~•COMING•~
~•SOON•~
Please feel free to ask me for Amy request
GENRE: romance
Angst
Fluff
Series
Smut
Pls like my post and reblog💖
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unknown-saeranchoi ¡ 8 years ago
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NSFW SaeranxMC Fan Fic
Uhhh warning, sinning in church;
Read Here
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imnosquare ¡ 8 years ago
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Mystic Messenger X Reader (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/JimgWQLlbH Hello humans and welcome to my new fan fic I've been having tons of ideas about this game and so I've decided to update and published them hope you will enjoy :D
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saeran-imagines ¡ 4 years ago
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h-hey can you do a suit saeranxreader...? i dont have any specific request so you can do what you want 🥺
Hey ya howdy doodle doo!! Sorry for taking so long on this omgggg I have a harder time writing for Suit Saeran than most of his other versions so it took me a while to figure out what I wanted to do with this ! There’s SO many different interpretations of him, and I always worry that mine is different from the majority 👉👈 I hope you like it regardless though, and thanks for the request ! I had fun with it despite my initial struggles hehe 😊❤
⚠️ Warnings: Typical Suit Saeran™ behavior that could be seen as abusive (nothing worse than what’s already in canon though) and mild injury ⚠️
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"What are you doing, toy?" The booming voice followed by the slam of the door sends you jumping from your spot in bed. You don’t think Saeran could make a quiet entrance if he tried. He's always the center of any room he's in, unlike Ray, who you have to actively focus on to know he's even there.
"I'm-" you start, but he stomps over and yanks the phone out of your hands before you can finish speaking.
"Who said you could download that? I'm the only thing you need to look at." You have a moment of grief over your score as he closes the game you were playing. 
"But you weren't here," you argue back. He can't expect you to stare at a wall the whole time he's gone, he only visits a few times a day. 
"Well I'm gonna take this away, how about that?" He smirks, dangling your phone in front of your face. "Then you'll be begging for me to come back and play with you."
"What about the RFA?" you ask. "Don't you need me for party planning?" Saeran- through Rika's command- has blocked you from accessing the messenger, so your plea is a bit of a long shot. Given the pair’s instability, though, you don't expect this time-out to last much longer. You’d really rather not lose your phone, it’s the only thing keeping you sane while you sort out whatever the hell is going on with this sudden personality switch.
"Haven't I made it clear?" he scoffs. "You failed that job. You won't ever talk to them again. I'm the only one you'll talk to until I decide to throw you out with the trash."
"Well if you take my phone away then YOU can't talk to me either," you snap back. His expression twists with anger, and you immediately regret your impulsive retort.
"You think I need you?! You're NOTHING to me," he shouts. His hands clench around your phone until his knuckles turn white. 
"I thought I was supposed to be your toy. How can I entertain you if I can't talk to you?" You attempt to reason with him in a calmer manner than before, hoping it'll counteract your 'talking back' from before.
"Then entertain me now." He grabs you by the shoulder and slams you down onto the bed. You hear the pop reverberate inside your bones before you feel a sharp pain from the place he grabbed you. You wince. A tear starts forming in your eye, more from the shock of an unexpected injury than the pain itself.
Saeran's eyes widen with horror and he quickly gets off of you. His body draws back with fear and his eyes frantically dart across your body, scanning for any visible injuries. His frightened demeanor almost has you believe he's reverted back to Ray, but a loud shout sends that thought flying out of your head. 
"What happened?! Why are you acting like that?" He harshly squeezes your injured shoulder to check the damage, which has you flinching again. That wasn't the most pleasant way to assess the damage, but the dulling pain confirms that it isn't anything serious. Your relief is more for his sake than yours, you can just picture the breakdown he would have had if it was broken.
"It's okay Saeran," you try to keep your voice neutral so he doesn't get upset at your attempt to comfort him. "It just popped." His heavy breathing slows down. He lets go of your shoulder, the change in pressure making you wince a third time. That's gonna be sore for a few days after all the rough treatment, but you'll take some soreness over what could have happened. 
"You're useless." His insult lacks its usual confidence. "What am I supposed to do with a broken toy?" He tosses your phone back on your bed and leaves. The door doesn't slam for once.
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mysmesomefluff ¡ 4 years ago
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changed my mind... AGAIN.
i’m gonna extend the story a little, purely to include SaeranxReader fluff (or angst?) :) 
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my-soul-sings ¡ 4 years ago
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writing ch 34 of Believe Again is getting me in that mood I started this story with (man I missed writing the SaeranxReader parts) — time to turn on the quiet sad music so I can bask in this
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mysmesomespacechips ¡ 7 years ago
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Merry Choi-mas! - Day 11
Summary: 12 days of Choi-mas: A collection of fluffy holiday-themed one-shots with the Choi twins. (AO3)
Kissing under the mistletoe: SaeranxReader
by @mysmesomefluff
It’s finally done. Standing from the top of the ladder, you get a good view of the now festive-looking bunker. The fairy lights decorating the tree add a beautiful glow to the absurdly large Christmas tree — Saeyoung was overly enthusiastic for Christmas and even MC could not stop him from buying it — and Christmas stockings are hanging along the wall next to it. There’s an incredibly detailed gingerbread house model on the dining table, and a bunch of random ornaments, including plastic candy canes and snowcats, strung up along the walls of the bunker.
“It looks like Santa threw up here,” Saeran comments with a small eye roll, but there’s a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes that goes unnoticed by you. It’s his first real Christmas and his first time being able to decorate a place that he can call home, after all. As much as he’s been complaining about how cumbersome it is to have to decorate so extensively when everything is going to be removed in less than two weeks, you can tell that he’s been enjoying himself. Aside from the backaches and physical exhaustion, at least.
“Yeah, it does,” you agree, chuckling at his comment. You’re standing on the ladder, having just hooked up the final decorative mistletoe on the ceiling, while Saeran is standing guard beneath you, arms out and ready to catch you in case you fall. It’s unnecessary, but you fell down the ladder and crashed onto the floor just three days ago when he was helping you decorate your apartment, so he has, apparently, “lost faith in your biological ability to operate your limbs without getting yourself killed”.
"You should get down now,” he says, patting your calf impatiently in a bid for you to hurry and get down where you won’t be at risk of obtaining a concussion.
“Okay, okay,” you mutter, slowly stepping down. Obviously, nothing remotely dangerous happens, and you stick your tongue out at him once you’ve landed safely on the floor. “Told you I can handle myself.”
“If you could, you wouldn’t have that big bruise on the back of your head,” he argues.
“That was just one time!” you retort, dodging his hand that’s diving for an attack on the sore spot on your head. “And it’s because I was wearing extra slippery socks.”
He’s completely unimpressed by your statement, but settles for shooting you a flat look so that this conversation won’t continue any further. You both had enough of it when you insisted on climbing the ladder to put up the mistletoe earlier.
Speaking of mistletoe...
You pause from your staring match with Saeran to look up at the delightful ornament hanging right above your heads, swaying as if waving to you in greeting.
‘Hello,’ you think to yourself in response, blinking a couple of times. You feel like you’re missing something important.
It takes painfully long for the fact that the both of you are technically standing under mistletoe to register through the haze of growing embarrassment in your thick head. You can only manage a simple and absent-minded, “Oh...” when Saeran asks what’s wrong.
“What do you mean ‘Oh’?” he demands, frowning and following your upward gaze. “What about the mistletoe? Was it placed wrongly? Should I go up and adjust it?”
“No...” you answer, shaking your head. For someone as intelligent as him, Saeran sure is slow on the uptake. Turning to him, you’re startled to find him standing so close to you, as he strains to look at the mistletoe from where you’re standing by placing his face precariously close to yours. His lips are parted in question as he examines the decorative ornament, completely oblivious to the fact that you’re discreetly taking a tiny step to the side so that his shoulder stops brushing against yours. Too close. Way too close. This is not good for your heart. You’re acutely aware of your beating heart that’s pumping faster and faster, while your cheeks and ears are warming with a tingly and unnerving heat.
“Then why are you staring at it like it’s about to fall and land on your face?” he asks.
“Saeran.” He snaps his gaze back to your confused eyes at the sound of his name.
“What?” he asks, the creases on his forehead crinkling at your expression. You’re not entirely sure how you look like right now. You hope your face isn’t too red, at the very least.
“We’re standing... under the mistletoe...” you say slowly, arching a brow and trailing off from your sentence as you wait for him to catch on.
“Yeah...” he answers just as slowly, dragging out the word. “So?”
“So, that means... Um... How do I explain this to— Wait.” You do a double-take, eyes blowing wide in surprise. “Do you not know about the Christmas tradition?”
“What Christmas tradition?” he questions, now looking genuinely curious, the irritated quality to his eyes vanishing within seconds.
Well, you suppose you shouldn’t actually be that surprised, considering Saeran never really liked Christmas and its traditions still remain a largely unexplored concept to him. Now the only issue is, how should you explain this to him without things getting awkward? You can already imagine how flushed his face will be if you just explain it to him like that and wait for him to give you some sort of reaction. A reaction that will most probably entail him excusing him and avoiding you like the plague for the next two hours.
You take a few seconds to rack your brains, until an idea clicks in your mind. Your eyes light up, and the new gleam in your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by him.
“So what is it?” he asks a little more suspiciously now, when your eyes land on him, lips curving into a smirk.
“Close your eyes,” you say, which only makes his frown deepen.
“Why?”
"Do you want to know what this tradition is, or not?” you ask. It takes a little more coaxing before he finally relents. You can’t help but laugh when he grumbles to himself and reluctantly closes his eyes as you request. Curiosity wins over all when it comes to him.
“If this is some kind of prank,” he warns, peeking one eye open to make sure you won’t prank him while he’s as vulnerable as he is.
"It’s not, don’t worry. Just keep your eyes close. And don’t open them.”
“Fine, fine.” He’s fidgeting about, shifting his weight from leg to leg, tilting his head at an angle and shifting it from the left to the right. Clearly, he’s uncomfortable, but he’s doing a good job of waiting for you to enlighten him somehow.
You take a step closer to him, willing your heart to stop drumming in your ears like a marching band, worried that he’ll actually hear it. Your hand wraps around his cold one, so that you can steady yourself as you slowly lean in, leaving mere inches of air between your faces. He’s holding his breath now, having sensed your proximity, and you observe the now red tips of his ears. The hand that you’re holding tenses and his body goes rigid as he waits for you to go further. At the moment, all he can feel is the warmth of your breath and face fanning out on his face.
You make a mental note of how long and pretty his lashes are, before you slip your eyes close and place your hand on the back of his neck to rest your fingers in the soft, silky strands of his red hair. Tugging him gently towards you, you angle your face, tipping it upwards to press your lips to his.
He freezes for all but two seconds, before quickly relaxing into the soft, fluid kisses you place on his lips, no doubt the sensation of your fingers kneading his scalp near the nape of his neck comforting and easing him into it. His lips pull back into a tiny smile, and he responds with his own tender kisses that mirror the way your lips melt against his. The sensation of your breaths mingling and chests touching turns your insides to mush, and heat spreads from your face down to the very tips of your toes.
When you pull away from him, breathless, you chuckle and elaborate, “It’s a tradition for people to kiss when they find themselves under the mistletoe.”
He rolls his eyes, though the affectionate, sweet smile continues to play on his lips. “That’s a stupid tradition.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is,” he retorts. “Who came up with that, anyway?”
You shrug. “Don’t know. It’s just tradition.”
“Are we only allowed to kiss once?” he asks, the hopeful sparkle in his eyes going unnoticed by you, and the suggestion causing your chest to swell with affection.
“Well, no one said anything about how many times you have to kiss,” you chuckle.
“Good,” he says, placing his hand on the small of your back to press you close to him. “Then I guess you can’t complain.” With a smirk, he leans in once more, and you happily close your eyes in anticipation.
Bonus: Kissing Under the Mistletoe — A Saeyoung Choi Prank
(because seeing Saeyoung and Saeran fight never gets old.)
“Hey Saeran, what’re you doing?” Saeyoung asks. He quietly enters his brother’s room, noting with some interest the look of intense concentration on the latter’s face. He’s reading something on his laptop, eyes glued to the screen and mumbling to himself. He doesn’t seem to have noticed his brother’s unauthorized entry into his room yet.
“What the hell? Seriously? Frigg? Why?” Saeyoung is barely able to make out the angry questions that Saeran is muttering to himself, but the name Frigg catches his interest.
“By any chance, are you researching about the mistletoe tradition?”
Saeran clearly wasn’t expecting to hear another voice apart from his own, for the sound of Saeyoung’s gleeful words sends him jumping a good few centimeters into the air, and nearly throwing his laptop off the edge of his bed entirely.
The result of that, of course, is Saeran’s livid glare and a disgruntled, “W-What are you doing here?” Saeyoung ignores all of that. He’s become immune to Saeran’s glare (almost), and his brother looks so funny and cute with his face turning red from the humiliating show of a reaction he just displayed. His hand is pressed on his heaving chest as he tries to calm his frantically beating heart down, no doubt from the scare. Saeyoung absently thinks it’s a pity that he didn’t manage to get a reaction of this level out of Saeran during Halloween — Saeran was way too mentally prepared for his pranks, so most of the time it was just Saeyoung failing to jump scare him and Saeran telling him that he was wasting his time on being stupid.
“Stop laughing,” Saeran scowls, at the chuckles spilling past his older brother’s lips.
“Haha, sorry Saeran. I wasn’t expecting you to do that.”
“That’s my line,” the younger redhead retorts hotly. “What are you doing in my room?”
“Oh, right.” Saeyoung got distracted from his mission for a moment. “I was sent here at the command of the lovely MC to relay a message to you: she and your girlfriend are baking right now so you’re not allowed into the kitchen or there will be no gingerbread cookies for you. End of message.”
Saeran visibly deflates at his words. He opens his mouth to protest indignantly, but then shuts it, apparently deciding that it’s not going to get him anywhere. Queen MC’s words are final in this bunker. All he can settle for instead is a sour, “So selfish.”
“You’ll get to eat some tonight after they’re done, don't worry,” Saeyoung laughs, taking the opportunity to ruffle Saeran’s hair. His hand is promptly slapped away.
“Owwie,” Saeyoung whines, rubbing his stinging hand.
"Get out. I’m busy,” Saeran says, retrieving his laptop and scrolling through the paragraphs of words on the screen.
“You’re researching about the mistletoe tradition, aren’t you?” Saeyoung asks, as he speed reads the article from behind Saeran’s shoulder. “Aww, my little brother is so excited to do the k-i-s-s—”
“It’s just out of curiosity,” Saeran defends with a convincingly straight face, betrayed by his rapidly reddening ears. “Christmas has a lot of weird traditions. This is the stupidest one I’ve read about.”
“Mmm,” Saeyoung hums with a suggestive wriggle of his brows. “So, have you kissed her under the mistletoe yet?”
“Of course not!” Saeran exclaims a little too defensively and loudly. He clamps his hand over his mouth and glances over at the closed door, before his gaze falls back on Saeyoung to narrow his eyes at him.
Saeyoung isn’t about to let this chance to tease his cute little brother easily though. “Do you want to kiss her under the mistletoe?”
“What the—” Saeran squeezes his eyes shut and purses his lips into a thin line to keep a colorful string of words from escaping him. “Why does that even matter to you, idiot?”
“Were you, by any chance, caught under the mistletoe with her before?” Saeyoung smirks, easily seeing through Saeran’s irritated mask.
Saeran drops his gaze, fingers playing with the sheets of his thick bed. It takes him a short while to admit that yes, he got caught under the mistletoe with her just this afternoon when they finished up with the Christmas decorations.
His brother is nothing short of delighted and excited when he hears of this, and Saeran has to yank him back by the arm to restrain him from bolting out the door and calling his girlfriend out from the kitchen. No doubt that would mean severe embarrassment should Saeyoung drag them both under the mistletoe.
"Saeyoung, I swear, if you do anything stupid—”
"But I wasn’t gonna... Not really anyway,” the older man laughs breezily, before wincing at the hard smack to his arm. Fair enough. He deserved that. “Are you that nervous to do it?”
Saeran doesn’t reply. All he does is hang his head low in an effort to hide his tomato-red face. In response, Saeyoung rests his hand on Saeran’s shoulder to pat it comfortingly. It’s quickly shrugged off after three pats. “There there, I was a little awkward the first time MC and I kissed under the mistletoe too. I’m not used to Christmas traditions either.”
Saeran made a face, though he still kept his head down. “You can leave out the details about and MC. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”
“Okay, okay,” Saeyoung laughed, deciding he should spare his already suffering brother from the torturously mushy details from his first kiss with MC under the mistletoe. The memory of it still sends tingles through his arms and his lips to curve up into a wide, goofy grin. He quickly snaps out of his reverie though, when Saeran clears his throat.
“So, are you going to get out of my room, or will I have to do it for you?”
“Wait wait wait!” Saeyoung protests, stretching out his palm to Saeran to stop him. “I have an idea! I know how to help you feel less nervous when you inevitably find yourself under the mistletoe with her.”
“I don’t need—”
“Nonsense, young grasshopper. I have just the cure for your anxiety,” he grins confidently.
Saeran can only stare at his brother suspiciously. That smile never bodes well for him. And especially not those gleaming eyes that indicate that Saeyoung just got an idea. And Saeyoung’s ideas are never good.
Saeran’s suspicions are confirmed when his brother turns around, reaches into the pocket of his slacks and puts on some kind of headband, before spinning around to face him again.
“No,” Saeran starts, pointing a shaky, accusatory finger at the thing— the monstrosity dangling from Saeyoung’s head.
“Oh yes,” Saeyoung nods enthusiastically, causing that hideous ornament to bounce up and down in the air, like some kind of bait on the end of a fishing rod. “Practice makes perfect, Saeran,” he explains, gesturing proudly to the mistletoe that is now hovering over their heads. “Now pucker up!”
Saeran slams his laptop close and throws it onto his pillows in some swift motion, before frantically backing away from his advancing brother. “Don’t you fucking dare! Saeyoung Choi!”
“Hyung just wants to show his brother some love this Christmas,” Saeyoung sings, jumping onto Saeran’s bed. It causes the younger brother to panic, and he quickly leaps off the bed, attempting to run and make a hasty escape, but he’s no match for Saeyoung’s reflexes. He blames the amount of cookies he’s been eating recently — the added weight is slowing him down now.
Before he can side-step his brother and make for the door, Saeyoung catches him in a tight hug, leaving only a small space between their faces.
“I’m warning you,” Saeran huffs furiously, struggling to get out of his brother’s hold. He’s forgotten how strong Saeyoung actually is. “If you don’t let me go now, you’re going to seriously regret this. Let. Me. Go.”
“Where do you wanna be smooched first, Saeran? Your forehead? Your cheeks? Or your—” He makes a horrifically loud smooching sound. “—lips?”
“MC!” Saeran shrieks at the top of his lungs. “STOP WITH THE GINGERBREAD COOKIES AND HELP ME!”
“MC can’t save you now,” Saeyoung cackles. “Okay, I’ve decided. Lips, it is! Now pucker up, little brother!”
He doesn’t get a chance to see the look of pure terror on Saeran’s face, because the next thing he registers is a hard, painful knee to his crotch. The unexpected attack stuns him, and his grip around his victim loosens considerably. The next thing he registers is a fist that comes flying to his face. He doesn’t have the time or energy to dodge it, considering the excruciating pain racking his entire body. So he braces himself for impact. The punch causes him to stumble backwards, and the world around him spins before he crashes face-first onto the soft bed. Then he crumbles to the floor, landing on his side in fetal position, all while groaning and whimpering MC’s name.
Saeran doesn’t waste time in sprinting out of his room to get to safety.
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tamagonigiri ¡ 8 years ago
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Request list so far: •SaeranxReader •"Adachi Filth" •SorMikleo One spot left!
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somethinglacking ¡ 6 years ago
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Masterlist
Mr Love Queen’s Choice: 
Drabbles:
Shower Comfort: VictorxMCxGavin PG+ Do you want to come?: VictorxMcxLucien G You’re not going out in that outfit: VictorxMC PG+ Just trying to catch you: KiroxMc PG+ Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip?: KiroxMCxGavin 18+ Tell Me What You Need: KiroxMcxGavin 18+
Full Fics: Bound To You: GavinxMC +18 Bet We Don’t Get Caught: KiroXMC +18 Rings and Handcuffs (Kiro X MC) +18 Kinktober day 9- Med Kink (LucienxMC: Mr Love) +18 Within His Control (Kiro x MC) +18 Mystic Messenger: Shooting for Stars:Yoosung x Original Character Hyuna Shooting For Stars: Chapter 1 Shooting for Stars: Chapter 2 ONE-SHOTS I Am Yours-   SaeranX(Nari)MC +18 Whatever you wish Master-   SaeranXReader+18 I’ll never let you go-   SaeranXMC NARI It’s All In The Hips!-    707XReader+18 Saving Privet 707-    Crack, SaeranXReader Fun n’ Games-    707XKaori(MC) +18 Under the Cherryblossom-   VxSakura(MC) +18 Nothing More Than A Toy-   707xKaori(MC) +18 Pretty Little Canary-   Onesided Unknown X Reader Cruel Angel’s Thesis (707 X Nari MC- Another Story) Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 1- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 2- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 3- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 4- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 5- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 6- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 7- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 8- +18 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 9- +18 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 10- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 11- +18 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 12 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 13- +18 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 14 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 15 DIVULGE (Virgin Saeran X Reader entirely +18) Divulge Chapter 1 Divulge Chapter 2 Random Head Canons 707 Masturbation Ritual HC NSFW +18 Why Luciel/707/Saeyoung Choi is my main bias in Mystic Messenger (My thoughts on the Character) Reblogs Appreciated 
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mysmesomefluff ¡ 7 years ago
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A Day Before Us
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Hi guys this is an AMAZING series that deserves way more recognition than it currently has.
“A Day Before Us” is a series of 2-minute videos packed with lots and lots of fluff. :)))) I highly recommend it! Head on over to their Youtube channel!!! You won’t regret it ^~^
P.S. Incidentally, the guy in the first gif is a LOT like Saeran. (Post SE Saeran.) That couple’s romance is exactly how I imagine SaeranxReader in Believe Again ;) 
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somethinglacking ¡ 6 years ago
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Masterlist
ONE-SHOTS
I Am Yours- SaeranX(Nari)MC +18 Whatever you wish Master- SaeranXReader+18 I’ll never let you go- SaeranXMC NARI It’s All In The Hips!- 707XReader+18 Saving Privet 707- Crack, SaeranXReader Fun n’ Games- 707XKaori(MC) +18 Under the Cherryblossom- VxSakura(MC) +18 Nothing More Than A Toy- 707xKaori(MC) +18 Pretty Little Canary- Onesided Unknown X Reader
Cruel Angel’s Thesis (707 X Nari MC- Another Story)
Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 1- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 2- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 3- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 4- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 5- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 6- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 7- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 8- +18 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 9- +18 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 10- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 11- +18 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 12 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 13- +18 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 14 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 15 DIVULGE (Virgin Saeran X Reader entirely +18) Divulge Chapter 1 Divulge Chapter 2 Random Head Canons 707 Masturbation Ritual HC NSFW +18 Mr. Love Queens Choice  Bound To You GavinXReader +18 Bet We Don’t Get Caught: KiroXMC +18
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somethinglacking ¡ 7 years ago
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MASTER LIST!
ONE-SHOTS
I Am Yours- SaeranX(Nari)MC +18 Whatever you wish Master- SaeranXReader+18 I’ll never let you go- SaeranXReader It’s All In The Hips!- 707XReader+18 Saving Privet 707- Crack, SaeranXReader Fun n’ Games- 707XKaori(MC) +18 Under the Cherryblossom- VxSakura(MC) +18 Nothing More Than A Toy- 707xKaori(MC) +18
Cruel Angel’s Thesis (707 X Nari MC- Another Story)
Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 1-  Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 2- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 3- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 4- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 5- Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 6-  Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 7-  Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 8- +18 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 9- +18 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 10-  Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 11- +18 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 12 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 13- +18 Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 14
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mysmesomespacechips ¡ 7 years ago
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Merry Choi-mas! Series
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Summary: 12 days of Choi-mas: A collection of fluffy holiday-themed one-shots with the Choi twins.
Genres: Family/Comedy/Fluff/Romance
Pairings: SaeyoungxMC & SaeranxReader. Also features Choi twin family fluff.
Authors: @mysmesomefluff and @spacechip707
Hello! It’s an odd time of the year to post it but hey, the Christmas spirit never ends, right? We’re going to start posting the chapters of this series up on Tumblr, but you may also read it on AO3. 
Hope you enjoy! 
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mysmesomefluff ¡ 8 years ago
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It’s officially the 25th (currently 1.34am) so here’s wishing everyone a merry Christmas!!!!
I’ll be opening requests for a while since I’m staying up to write and I kinda want to let the ideas flow so feel free to send me requests for SaeranxReader :) (Zen is fine too but he’s lower priority for me.) 
I’ll write short short drabbles or headcanons, so go ahead and shoot. No NSFW please. Also, you may send me Christmas/winter-related prompts, but because of the Merry Choi-mas collab that I’m doing with spacechip707, I will not do requests that overlap with the fics that have been written for the collab :)) 
MERRY CHRISTMAS AGAIN YAAAAASSSS THE BEST TIME OF THE YEAR WOOOO 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄
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mysmesomefluff ¡ 8 years ago
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OMFG FIRST KISS UNDER THE MISTLETOE AND CUDDLING BY A FIREPLACE WITH A BLANKET AND PILLOW FORT FOR SAERANXREADER 😍😍😍😍
These two... >:))) Look forward to it in the Merry Choi-mas collab! 
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mysmesomefluff ¡ 8 years ago
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Title: Under the Same Sky
[Guardian Angel AU - SaeranxReader]
“From afar, he gazes upon her familiar back, a twinge of stabbing pain forming in his chest as he senses what little bond they have left vanish completely, disappearing with the wind that dies down slowly. 
He whispers his final goodbye, face towards the clouds. The sky above them is his only comfort. Ever constant, never fading. 
Perhaps they aren’t meant to be. But at least she won’t ever feel too far away.”
(I tried. LOL.)
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