#Saeyoung X MC

[schmellows]

Inspired by this twitter post

[maluriv]

i care about them☹️

[vieapuff]

Animal-like fellas

[mazuriri]

MC is so funny, of course cockroaches are more scary 😂

[dailysaeran]

Commission for doridoripawaa on IG! I didn't think I could post this here cuz every post has to have a Saeran but then I realised HE'S THERE. HE'S THERE!

You can also commission me on VGen!

[miridiums-writing]

Things Saeyoung Choi would say in bed

MDNI

“All this for me? Whatever shall I do?”

“Let me try this, just stay still, ok honey?”

“Come on, I look even better than you do in this lingerie”

“Ooooooooh! You’re so cute! Like a bunny! Or a cat!”

“Oh come on~ You can do it one more time”

“Ok- Ok- ill behave now”

“Nope, I’m switching it now, I want control, lay back baby, you won’t be leaving for a while”

“Looking like that I could cream just staring at you”

“But I have to- You know what nevermind, it can wait, you most certainly can’t”

“Quit being bratty or I won’t give you what you want”

“Please, please, please let me cum. Ill be good, please~”

“Open. Your. Legs. I haven’t had my fill yet”

“I’ve never seen such perfect tits before in my life, and I’ve seen a lot in my time on the internet”

“I love you, god I love you. Survival wouldn’t be possible without you by my side”

[theobservatory]

You changed your hair again｡⁠.ﾟ★ ˎˊ˗

｡⁠☆Cw: black!reader, I am black but I hate getting my hair done sooo..., gn!reader, cuteness aggression

｡⁠☆CH: 707 ⁠☆ Yoosung ⁠☆ Jumin (separate)

✧707✧

"It's pretty, isn't it?"

You weren't sure if cornrows would be your thing. Sure they looked nice on other people, and there's a couple pictures of you with beaded cornrows when you were five. But you haven't been 5, or even 10, for a while now.

"Thought I'd try something new."

Saeyoung just stares for a moment.

He saw you literally like 6 hours ago. You said you were going out with your girls, and he was happy to give you a kiss goodbye and well wishes. Should he have expected you to come back home with a completely new hairstyle? Or completely new hair??

"It's so cute! I love it! I don't get it, but I love it!"

"What is there to get about it?"

You look at him with a slightly scrunched nose, confusion written a thousand times over your face. He probably matches it though, even through the wide (adoring) smile he's wearing.

"How???"

He's being seriously inquisitive, but you laugh anyways. It makes him feel warm inside.

"Ah, you must be a shape shifter." He tacks on, just to keep a smile on your face. "I've always suspected it. No one as beautiful as you could've possibly been anything but supernatural."

Saeyoung could die happy seeing you fluster, seeing the way you roll your eyes to the side, seeing the way you fiddle nervously with your fingers. It isn't his fault you're so damn cute when you look like that.

You groan, trying to change the subject.

"Next time I get my hair done you can come with me."

"Ooh, the magician is revealing their secrets!"

"Not a secret, but sure."

✧Yoosung✧

"Yeah, do you like it?"

"It's straight now." Yoosung says dumbly. "I thought it was curly."

He tilts his head, like a confused puppy. If you didn't know any better you could've sworn there was an actual question mark floating above his head.

"Have I been hallucinating?"

You laugh, and he pouts, crossing his arms on his chest.

"I asked if you like it."

"Oh!" He perks right up, if you squint your eyes just right you can see an invisible tail wagging. "Yes, it's very beautiful! You always look beautiful!"

The compliment draws a wider smile out of you. He's so cute you could wrap your hands around his throat and strange him. It's an incredibly good thing you like him too much to do so.

✧Jumin✧

"For that gala thing you want me to go to."

Jumin frowns. "You took all of the color out of it."

It's not odd for you to have a new style every couple weeks, specifically because he encourages it. He likes when you spend his money. A lot. More than is what's considered healthy. But it always has color in it, maybe not more than one or two, but there's always at least a bright streak in your hair.

"Baby, I don't really think your rich friends would find a skunk stripe in my hair very professional."

"They're not my friends."

"Not the point."

Jumin frowns deeper, this time his eyebrows crease with it.

"I like the color. I always like the colors."

You open your mouth to respond, but Jumin cuts you off before you get the chance.

"There's no one there to impress. I don't care about them." He pauses, a look of thought crossing over his face. "I like when you express yourself. Change it."

"How'd you know that I don't like it?"

Jumin looks at you flatly. He doesn't do anything like pout or roll his eyes because that behavior is below him, but he makes sure his incredulousness is blatant. You act like he hasn't devoted his life to knowing you better than he knows the cover of his favorite books. Not his palms. Because he hasn't spent enough time staring at his palms to be able to pick them out in a crowd of other ones.

"Change it. Make it something to compliment your clothing if you're so worried."

"Even if I want to, we really don't have time to go back to the salon, the thing starts in like an hour."

The thing is, Jumin doesn't even want to go to the gala anyway. He has no need to fraternize with their people when he could buy their companies without a second thought. It's not like he needs to look for a betrothed either, he already has you.

Curse his father for asking him to go to this. He could be having a perfectly lovely night in with you, and your brightly colored hair, but no. He has to watch you dilute your personality for people he could buy and sell with a snap of his fingers.

"You can change it afterwards then."

"Tomorrow." You correct.

"Tomorrow."

Woohoo !! First mystic messenger fic here !! There is now official evidence that I don't exclusively write for MHA ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

Also my personal headcanon that Jumin is super into MC treating him like a personal bank account. MC comes home with two arms full of shopping bags and he's fighting to keep himself PG lol

｡⁠☆Requests open

[callmekyona]

Take it off (Seven x fem!reader)

AN:Some random girl from my school told me yesterday that she liked my Seven keychain,idk who she was but I loved that. I APOLOGISE IF THIS IS SO MESSY 😭 Summary:Your boyfriend Seven finds you using one of his shirts,which he loved a little too much

Warnings:Suggestive language

Word count: 619

"Where the fuck did all of my shirts go???"

That´s what you thought to yourself,you had just gotten out of the shower and you were going to put whatever shirt you found with some grey sweatpants,it was sunday,you had no plans for today besides staying at home with your boyfriend playing some videogames or watching a movie,it was one of those rainy lazy sundays where you didn´t felt like hanging out with your friends or even talking to them.

When you opened your closet you found everything,except for your shirts.Skirts,jeans,tops,sweaters,shorts,and even your favorite winter jacket,but no shirt in sight,and it´s not like you lacked shirts, you had A LOT of them,but of course,they were nowhere to be seen.

"Lemme recall some stuff...okay Yoosung called me yesterday saying that he needed help with laundry because he had too much,if I remember well,I took my shirts with him because they smelled weird,and we did laundry at his house,and- fuck,I forgot all my shirts at Yoosung´s house..."

That´s when realization hit you,you could just steal one from your boyfriend Seven! right?... He´s kinda possesive about his stuff,but when it comes to you,he doesn´t care,so why not? You opened his closet and searched for a plain shirt that he wouldn´t mind being taken.

"Lemme see...god why is his closet so messy? I´ll tell him to organize it tomorrow"

It was hard to search for a shirt with all the mess that was going on in that closet,how did he got dressed like that???

"Finally!This one´s perfect"

You removed the wet towel that you had been using for the past 10 minutes and put on the shirt with the sweatpants,it looked kinda big on you,but it was comfortable.

"I´ll have to call Yoosung now to ask him about the laundry"

20 minutes later...

"He told you what? Girl dump him right now,that´s the worst red flag I´ve seen on a guy"

You were on the phone with your bestfriend talking about some gossip that she had,you talked with Yoosung earlier and he said he would leave a spare key under his doormat so that you could pick up your laundry,because he had class tomorrow.

"I know right,what? Seven? I told him to go to the store like half an hour ago to go pick up some snacks for tonight,yeah maybe we´ll watch a movie,I don´t know why he´s being late but yeah-"

"Honeeeey I´m home!"

"That´s him,I´ll call you tomorrow,bye"

The sound of bags dropping on the floor and fast footsteps didnt even lasted 10 seconds before Seven jumped onto the couch with you.

"Well hello,where have you been?"

"To the store like you told me"

"And it took you 30 minutes?"

"I was trying to find your favorite chips because they ran out of them,but after searching for 10 minutes I found them"

"Thank you,that´s so sweet"

"Well,wanna- is that my shirt?"

"Huh?Oh yeah,sorry,mine are at Yoosung´s house"

"No no,it´s fine,it´s just that-fuck,it looks so good on you,but it would look better on the floor"

You were speechless,it´s been a few months since you started dating Seven,it´s not the first time he says something like this,but you haven´t got used to it yet

"Wha-"

He crawled on top of you,grabbing your wrists so you couldn´t go anywhere,you could feel your cheeks getting hoter and hoter every second

"You heard me,what do you think?"

Words couldn´t escape your mouth,your mind was already feeling dazy with all the thoughts that were coming into your mind about where this was going to lead later.

"I think you´re right"

But as he picked you up, the thought of how sore your legs were going to be tomorrow crossed your mind,however,at this point it didn´t even matter anymore.

[willows-peak]

Fixation got so strong it overtook my jjk blog

The choi twins bday art 🙇‍♀️

Mc is stronger than me tho because the minute im in saeyoung's lap im riding him until his brain melts.

Because you KNOWW he'd be fucking up into you while he holds your hips still. Lips smothering yours while he's moaning your name into the kiss, his fingers digging into the fat of your hip when you tighten around him because he's so deep inside of you. He'd pull away for a breath and stumble over himself trying to tell you how good this feels, laughing at himself before groaning when you throb around him and moving back in to kiss you.

His arms flexing and showing off all his muscles too likeee,,, and the only time he'd let your hip go is to move his hand to rub your clit, looking right up at you to watch your mouth fall open while you're squeezing around him. Breathing out a quick "Yeah, that's right," when you start grinding down against his fingers, smiling while he shifts his gaze down to how much of a mess you're making on his dick.

But saeran's is equally as tasty because tell me he wouldn't be itching to dip his head underneath your dress and eat you out. Exactly, you can't.

He'd be completely blissed out, eyes closed with his arms wrapped around your waist to keep them open while he's running his tongue across your slit, only opening his eyes to catch glimpses of the way you throw your head back when his lips close around your clit, or when his tongue circles around your hole before letting his lids flutter back closed, lost in your taste and your noises.

He'd be humping his hips down against anything, his cock leaking and pressing roughly against the taught fabric of his underwear while another shudder rakes through him from how sweetly you'd moan his name. He'd be moaning into your cunt while fighting the urge to touch himself, his hands moving down to spread you open more while he's running the flat of his tongue up your cunt, flicking the tip of it against your clit and shuddering when your hand darts down to hold his own.

[mystmesstolemysoul]

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

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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.

[luc606]

She’d do anything to keep him smiling. This includes burying her reservations, denying her hopes, freeing Saeyoung of any responsibility to care for her feelings.

- MC/707 friends with benefits AU where Saeyoung stayed at the agency and didn't end up with MC at the end of his route (no names or placeholders, she/her for MC)

read on ao3

(team i just wanted to write fwb angst like please don't take the AU logistics too seriously i am just a little guy with glasses on)

“This didn’t happen.” Saeyoung’s voice is breathy, his chest heaving as he comes back to Earth. He drapes a lead-heavy arm over her waist and negotiates her closer, pressing her back into his stomach, tangling their legs together. His next words fall in the shallow of her neck, heady and warm. “None of it happened.”

Part of her is still an hour behind the present moment, still thrilling at the way his hands melted into her waist as he bent down to kiss her for the first time. Things had moved quickly from that point. Once he knew that she wanted him, his hands had rushed from her waist to the hem of her dress and beneath. He’d touched her in the doorway, looking down at her reactions with unrepentant awe. The rest plays back in a blur—frantic, desperate.

It had happened almost accidentally. He’d texted her, annoyed and frustrated by work, needing a distraction. She’d invited him over with a text that used plausibly deniable suggestive language. The two of them had been on the precipice of something for long enough that the suggestion alone was enough. Before anything happened, though, they’d agreed that this would be strictly no strings attached.

She shifts against him, moving her hand to press against her own hip. She wonders if the tender spot there will bruise. This didn’t happen.

Saeyoung had spent the better part of the evening touching her, denying reciprocation at every turn. “All I want is you,” he’d said. “Let me have this.”

None of it happened.

He squeezes her against his chest, prompting a response. When she doesn’t answer, worry floods his voice. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine, sorry.” She pushes his arm away just long enough to turn around and face him. She meets his eyes, lets herself sink into his warm honey gaze once more before she agrees, offering a soft smile. “None of it happened.”

Saeyoung breathes a sigh of relief, burying his face in her neck. She wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him impossibly closer, wordlessly begging him to stay.

Ever since uncovering Mint Eye, Saeyoung has been drowning in work. Even with help from everyone in the RFA—even with Jumin’s money and connections, a whole task force dedicated to the cause—the work is never-ending. Every moment of his limited free time is devoted to his brother. He’s been reintroducing himself to Saeran with the supervision of a full hospital staff and even that is risky. It isn’t hard to guess at the results by the way Saeyoung’s voice shakes every time his twin comes up in conversation.

Regardless of whether he wants one or not, Saeyoung doesn’t have the time to pursue a relationship. He doesn’t have the peace of mind, either. He’s always going, always on high alert. Figures from his past loom in the distance. Saeyoung has seemed to resign to the fact that he’ll never quite be free to live the life he wants.

Therefore, secrecy is understandable. Expected, even. The RFA members would ask questions, would push them toward pursuing something more rounded and wholesome. The last thing that Saeyoung needs is more expectations, more ties, more obligations.

She pushes a hand through his hair, gently teasing sticky curls away from his forehead with the pads of her fingers. Her nails scratching the back of his neck elicit a satisfied hum. She wonders whether she could get him to fall asleep with her. It would be nice to confirm with her own eyes that, for once, he’s getting a good night’s sleep.

“Stay with me,” she whispers. “Sleep here.”

For a moment, he considers it. He pulls back, locking eyes with her again. She watches his eyes trace the shape of her beneath the sheets, watches him linger on her lips, maybe thinking about kissing her again. She can see the exact moment that he pulls back into himself. His eyes darken, his brow furrows. He shakes his head and pushes himself away.

“I have to meet with Saeran’s doctors in the morning.” He stands at the end of the bed, quickly pulling on clothes. Just a moment later, he looks just like he did when he stepped in the door. None of it happened.

“Right.” She’s never felt more naked than she does in this moment. When he turns away to pick his jacket off the floor, she scrambles out of bed and into the bathroom to put on her bath robe.

He’ll probably go home and straight back to agency work. This is how he spends most of his nights, sacrificing as many of his sleeping hours as possible to the agency so that he can leave the day to Saeran and the RFA. She would admire his work ethic if she weren’t so fucking worried about him.

“I’m sorry,” he says, so quiet that she almost doesn’t hear it.

There is nothing to say, so she says nothing. This is exactly what she expected, exactly what she agreed to. When he called earlier that night, frustrated and angry and exhausted, she’d harbored no secret hopes in inviting him over. Still, she can’t help the lump that forms in the back of her throat.

Saeyoung frowns. Worry, again, evident in his furrowed brow. It’s impossible for her to keep from going to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek against his chest to hear his beating heart.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

He squeezes her back. When she looks up, he offers a soft smile. He repeats, “I’m sorry.”

She forces herself to smile back, swallowing her heart. “Don’t worry about me. Like you said, none of this happened.”

The next week is uneventful. Saeyoung is just as busy as always and no one in the RFA hears from him. He can be a ghost when he wants to be, completely missing in action, hidden away at the desk in his dark office.

She worries, thinks about calling, fantasizes about cooking a warm meal for him and bringing it over. None of these fantasies stick long enough for her to follow through with them. After all, she has her own responsibilities to attend to.

It’s not until the very end of the weekend, a rainy Sunday night, that she hears from him again. He appears on her doorstep in the dark, still dressed in a suit and tie befitting the C&R office, rain soaking through his trim jacket.

“Can I come in?” he asks, already halfway through the door. 

This time, she’s the first to touch him. All the regret and worry of the past week floods her in an instant, so she distracts the feeling by wrapping her hands around his tie and pulling him down to her height.

He responds quickly, grasping at her waist and kissing her back. He kisses her like he wants to eat her alive. Desperate, frantic.

“Is everything okay?” she asks in-between kisses.

“Please,” he groans, “just you.” He grabs two handfuls of her thighs, pressing her against him like his ultimate goal is complete fusion of the atoms that make them up. “It’s been such a long week… I just want you.”

She breaks the kiss and falls to her knees in front of him, gratified by how he squirms and blushes at her undoing his belt. “Is this okay?” She takes him in her hand, pumps slowly.

He gives a breathless laugh, truly caught off guard. “Please don’t ask silly questions.”

The sound he makes when she takes him into her mouth sends a thrill up her spine. She quickens her pace, coaxing more sounds from him. He threads his hands through her hair, rewarding her efforts with gentle tugging at her scalp. When it’s too much, he pulls her away.

“Please,” he begs, “if you keep going, I’m not going to be able to do what I came here to.”

She releases him, looking up with a smile, and he pulls her to her feet and into his arms. He carries her to the bed in a rush, then tosses her onto it.

This time, he is not so thorough in exploring her. He helps her out of her pajamas, then hooks his hands under her knees and pulls her to the edge of the bed.

“You’re so beautiful.” He palms her breasts with calloused hands as he leans down to kiss her again. “Seriously, men kill for this.” He chuckles at his own hyperbole. One hand ventures further down, splaying against her stomach before finding its place between her thighs. “I’d be one of the men in question if it came to that.”

Her laugh is smothered by a sigh as Saeyoung pushes inside her. When she looks up at him, she can see a once-familiar humor on his face. He looks like he’s trying to produce another joke and coming up short. She takes in his smile and the scrunch of his nose and the warmth of his eyes as if she is seeing him for the first or last time.

Saeyoung pouts. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

He lets out a breath, pushing into her again. He leans forward, leveraging himself so that he can go faster without breaking eye contact. “Like…” He grunts. “Like I’ve got something on my face?”

“I think you’re beautiful,” she admits, her hands finding his face and holding him steady while he fucks her, “especially when you’re like this.”

When they’re like this, his shoulders are light, his eyes sparkle. She remembers what things were like when they first met.

Somehow, things were simpler when there was a nameless hacker and a secret agency and a mysterious cult. Now, the complications are in the specifics. Saeyoung has to care for his brother, he has more work for the agency, he’s been betrayed by his friends and threatened by his family. The RFA members occasionally wring their hands and worry for him but, for the most part, they go about their lives while Saeyoung drowns. Here, now, everything fades away. Saeyoung is able to laugh like he used to.

“What do you mean ‘especially?’” He chuckles. “You think I’m prettier naked?”

“No.” She reaches out for him, pressing a hand against his stomach and tracing the muscles there. “I mean, when you’re not worried about anything.”

“You think this is me not worrying?” He thrusts again, harder.

“Isn’t it?” She frowns. Her eyes find his and it causes his hips to stutter.

Saeyoung pulls back and flips her onto her stomach with one swift hand. He crawls into bed on top of her and pushes into her again. Closer, harder. The thread of their attempt at conversation is momentarily lost, then forgotten entirely.

When they’re finished, Saeyoung bends at the elbows, pressing his full weight into her for just a moment. His lips graze her shoulder—a half-hearted attempt at a kiss—as he rolls over to lay on his back. 

“Don’t you know that being with you terrifies me?” he asks, voice sounding far away. “Just because I’m having fun doesn’t mean I’m not worried.”

She stays on her stomach. Something in her knows that it’s easier for him to admit this when he doesn’t have to look her in the eyes. That’s what all of this is, isn’t it? Closeness without any of the vulnerability. She pushes up onto her knees. Below her, Saeyoung’s face is stuck in a soft smile, even though he’s still catching his breath. His curls are mussed, sticking up in every direction, and for the first time she notices the galaxy of freckles on his chest.

Gently, as if Saeyoung is the most fragile thing in the world, she ghosts one finger over his torso, tracing a line from one freckle to another on the path to a full constellation.

“Are you terrified even if it, um—“ She swallows, trying to find the words. Her finger keeps on its path and Saeyoung’s breath hitches when she stops at a mole at the base of his neck. “—if it’s just this?” If it’s like it never happened. If no one finds out. If they aren’t attached.

He catches her hand in his and clutches it against his chest. “Weren’t you listening?” Again, there’s a flicker of his old humor in his eyes. “Just because I’m having fun doesn’t mean I’m not worried.”

Her first thought is one that she stifles. What is the point of all the secrecy and avoidance if it’s only going to worry him anyway? She frees her hand to trace the corner of his smile. She’d do anything to keep him smiling. This includes burying her reservations, denying her hopes, freeing Saeyoung of any responsibility to care for her feelings.

“There’s no reason to worry. None of this matters, right?” She reaches down to kiss him, her hair falling to form a curtain around their faces. For just a moment, the whole world consists of only the two of them.

Saeyoung pulls back from the kiss, his eyes darkening. He seems to remember himself, pushing up into a seated position and smoothing his hair back into place.

“You’re right.” When he speaks, his voice sounds uncharacteristically bitter.

He dresses quickly and a distinct feeling of déjà vu overtakes the girl watching. Just like the first time, he sheds all traces of her from himself with remarkable ease. In moments, he is dressed again. Soon after, he is out the door.

[cephydeluxe]

thee most autism x autism couple evrrrrr

this is the kind of stuff i think he’d make lol (tw:flashing lights, loud noises, ytp tomfoolery)

ignore the shitty anatomy lol i made this at 3am

[dragonlikeleaves]

so you’ll never guess what I redownloaded

[vieapuff]

Puppy and kitty cuties

[thesoleilla]

can i request a saeyoung one shot where he wants to celebrate reader's birthday but as much as they like the idea reader feels like they're not worth the special treatment bc of how badly their controlling parents treated them and always used 'special' treatments to make up for the abuse so basically reader is anxious n saeyoung is determined to show his love aaa

The only birthday to ever matter - Saeyoung x reader

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"When's your birthday?"

Was a question Saeyoung never bothered to ask. You just figured he didn't care, after all, you hadn't asked for his birthday either, it was fine. At least you didn't have to remember... didn't have to think about...that. What used to happen.

But your relationship with Saeyoung was so different. So much better, so much safer. Yet, sometimes, you couldn't help but be reminded of your parents' past actions when Saeyoung did some things.

It was the little things. Saeyoung was a rather affectionate person afterall, it was no wonder he loved to spoil you to bits. Yet... there were tumes when you couldn't help but be reminded of your parents trying to make up for their mistreatment.

Rationally, you knew Saeyoung had no such intentions. However, that didn't stop your mind from freaking out.

So, when your birthday came up, you were nervous. Yes, you had never told him when your birthday was so he couldn't know but...come on. This is Saeyoung we're talkîg about. He probably found out the exact hour and hospital you were born in that day you first came into the RFA chatroom. You juqt have to hope that he forgot-

That was what you were thinking, until one of Saeyoung's many robot cats shot confetti at you.

Great.

Well, you never actually told him that you didn't want to celebrate so... you could've predicted this was going to happen.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!" Saeyoung burst into the room with a...trumpet? Followed by an army of cat robots playing various instruments. That man was crazy. You loved him for it. You still had to admit his brain was funky though.

Saeyoung just fell next to you on the couch you were sitting on, giving you a small kiss on the cheek as he did, 'What's wrong?"

Wait, was somerhing wrong? Looking back... you had been sitting there, completely still for quite some time while Saeyoung was celebrating next to you.

"N-nothing! Thank you! I'm just...tired that's all!" You quickly spat out, praying he wouldn't notice your hurry.

"Come on then! Let's celebrate! You know, your birthday is the most beautiful day of the year for me~ A day where I get to spoil the one I love even more than usual~"

You flinch. He notices. Oh nooooooo.

You'd love to be able to appreciate the attention, but you can't help it, your body stiffens at the thought. Memories of your birthday have never been particularly happy, and your defense reflexes came in because of that.

"Sae-" the words just couldn't come out of your mouth. You tried again, but he just shushed you. He understood. You didn't need to bury yourself under messy excuses, he knew. And it would be okay.

"We don't have to do anything though. You know, I'm happy just staying by your side. Hell, even if you needed alone time, seeing you get some rest would make me happy too. It's your birthday, and we're going to spend it however you want, okay? If you want some big romantic gestures, you know I can do that. But if you just need a regular day at home, I'm gonna give you just that." He smiled at you and oh god his smile.

You burried your head in his chest and smiled up at him, finally truly calming down. Maybe celebrating your birthday wouldn't be that bad now, with Saeyoung by your side.

Later that day, you got back to your bedroom and found your bed filled with confetti.

"....I went a bit overboard" Saeyoung blushed lightly and looked away. It was always so charming when he let his walls down and let his vulnerability shine through.

A/N: Hello there!!! I'm back in the game y'all (I keep saying that, posting 2 fics and giving up but I swear it's for real this time) This is short and definitely not the best quality, but I want to stop being a perfectionnist about my fics so I'm working towards that Also, this request is literally two years old, I am SO SORRY

[dailysaeran]

Hey let's pretend that it's June again

Made this for their bday THIS YEAR!!