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You just know Saeyoung is getting fussy whenever he has to take off his wedding ring for any reason at all. Even if it's just to make sure he doesn't randomly lose it. It's his ultimate proof that you both belong together!!! How is he supposed to eye it and daydream about what is finally his reality if he can't see it all the time??

If you gift him a necklace that he can put the ring on when he can't wear it on his hand for whatever reason, he will be delighted! It's not the same thing; Saeyoung really prefers to wear it on his finger; but it's an okay solution. And yes, if the necklace is "necessary," he will wear it at the same time as his cross. He is grateful to God, the universe, fate, or whatever else it was that brought you to him, but there will always be space for you.

[mammonprotectionsquad]

Would you look at that! I wrote something that's not about Vandy!

It's rather short, but full of fluff.

Reader is GN and I guess small tw for some cursing? Kinda implied nsfw? Idk...

Also, is Seven's real name still a spoiler? If so, spoiler warning? xD

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! <3

AO3

"That wasn't an invitation!"

Seven x Reader

If you were being honest, you were basically already living at the bunker, considering the fact that you barely spent any time at your own place anymore. Aka, you felt very much at home there. So it was nothing out of the blue for you to move around the house freely, helping Saeyoung with whatever you could. 

Usually that consisted of cleaning, making food and forcing him to take much needed breaks and get some sleep.

Currently you were sprawled out on the couch, concentrated gaze fixed on the TV as you tried once again to beat the final boss of a game. You already lost count of how many attempts had been made, so far. 

When your character died once again, you let the controller drop in frustration and tilted your head back with an annoyed groan, the heels of your palms digging into your eyes. 

"Ugh, fuck me!", you called out, at the same time deciding that that was it for the day. You were more than just done with that stupid game. Any more rounds and you were sure to lose your sanity over it.

But before you had the chance to silently rant more about the game, a very familiar mop of red hair popped up in your line of view and you were met with a huge grin and wiggling eyebrows. 

It took you a moment until you figured out why he gave you that expression. Though as soon as it dawned on you, your face turned bright red and all you could do for a moment was splutter. 

"That wasn't an invitation!" 

"Are you sure about that?", his grin only grew wider, but there was a sparkle in his eyes that you knew all too well. 

Oh, shit..., you thought. Now you had to act fast. 

With a quiet squeal, you opted for leaping over the back of the couch, running down the hall to get some distance between you two. The situation actually made you laugh. It wasn't the first time that something turned into a small cat and mouse game. 

"Oh ho ho, so that's how you wanna play, babe? Beware, God 707 never loses!" Saeyoung didn't lose any more time to chase after you. 

For a while there was bright laughter, bumping into doors and walls, while trying to outrun him. 

You were well aware that he could probably easily catch up to you, because he was taller and let's not forget that he was actually a secret agent. But he always gave you a head start, prolonging the chase and you didn't miss the absolute glee on his face, during your little game. You loved seeing him so happy, thinking that it made him look even more beautiful, than he already did, if that was even possible. 

You didn't know how long your boyfriend had chased you at that point, but when you reached the kitchen, you were panting between giggles, slightly bent over with your hands resting on your knees. 

"Time out! I need to catch my breath!", you called out, before you tried to take a couple deep breaths. 

Saeyoung was still grinning, although also panting a little from the chase. 

"Okay, God 707 will grand his adorable 606 a moment to catch their breath."

Well, that is at least what he said. But at the same time, he was slowly creeping closer, making use of you having your eyes closed. And before you could've even noticed what happened, he was already basically jumping at you, arms wrapping tightly around you and you let out a surprised yelp. 

"Sae! You tricked me!" 

But to be honest, you couldn't even be mad. Not when he looked at you with his bright, happy eyes, face flushed from running after you and that big smile still in place. 

"I said a moment. We never specified how long that would be~", he simply countered in a sing-song voice, and now that you were in his grasp, he began to shower your face in small, playful kisses. On your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your forehead... You made content noises at the affection, a smile breaking out on your own lips. It was impossible to be mad at him, when he was being way too adorable. 

After the kiss attack stopped, the redhead lifted a hand up to brush your hair out of your face, expression softening as he took a moment to just look at you. 

Once again he was wondering how he deserved to be with such an angel, with someone who indulged his antics and could even be as goofy as himself. You always managed to make him feel all warm and fuzzy, even when you were just smiling at him. 

"Do you have any idea just how much I love you?" 

Your own expression softened at that statement and you got on your tiptoes to be able to brush your nose lovingly against his. 

"Well, I hope as much as I love you", you murmured, rested one hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss, which he returned all too happily. 

Slowly, he began to lead you backwards to the couch, until you fell on it and Saeyoung made himself comfortable on top of you, his kisses starting to trail down your jawline and neck, where he eventually left a small mark, the action making your breath hitch. 

"Soo, about earlier... Are you sure it wasn't an invitation?" And like that, he was grinning again, wiggling his brows like he had done when he first showed up in the living room. 

Though it actually took your brain a moment to realize what he was referring to. But as soon as you understood, you bursted out laughing and hit his arm playfully. 

"Saeyoung Choi! I thought we were about to have a cute, wholesome, cuddly moment. And you just had to go and ruin it!" 

He pouted adorably at you. 

"You didn't answer my question..."

Like many times before, your heart melted when he looked at you like that and you began to run your fingers through his hair, which he leaned into and his eyes fluttered shut. 

"First I want cuddles. Then we can see where things are going", you suggested with a wink. 

The way he made himself more comfortable on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, indicated that he didn't seem to have anything against that plan. 

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[gureishi]

I really love your writing! Could I request #2 for Saeyoung? Perhaps a hurt/comfort :)

Ohhhh, thank you so much!! That makes me really happy to hear ♡

And here is the fic! I think a lot about making Saeyoung go to sleep and honestly don’t know how I’ve never written this scenario before. Darling sleepy overworked boy.

two: fall into your arms again

SaeyoungXReader, T, words: 1764

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You’re dreaming of driving when he calls you—it’s a recurring nightmare of yours, where you’re at the wheel and suddenly you realize the car has no brakes. The ringtone makes its way into your dream, and you’re panicking, you’re panicking—where is the phone, why can’t you stop the car?

You wake abruptly, eyes flying open in the way they sometimes do after a nightmare. The phone is still ringing. You scramble for it and find it tangled in the sheets.

You squint at the screen: it’s after three in the morning.

“H-hello?” You yawn as you answer, your head falling back against the pillow.

“Ohh…did I wake you up? I guess I lost track of time,” he laughs, but it sounds forced. You push yourself up a little in bed.

“Saeyoung, are you okay? Did something happen?” There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach. Things have just finally started to go well.

“No, no!” He’s too loud, too enthusiastic. “We’re okay! Saeran is asleep.”

“Saeyoung, it’s almost four in the morning.”

He yelps. “Really? I didn’t even notice! I’m sorry, babe. Ignore me and go back to sleep. Please.”

You sigh, sitting all the way up, propping the pillows behind your head. “Will you tell me what’s bothering you?”

“God Seven is bothered by nothing! God Seven was just doing some work and wanted to hear his kitty cat’s cute voice! Ha-hah!”

“Saeyoung…”

“Activate kitty communication mode! Meow! Meow? Meeooow!”

He’s too adorable—his distraction tactics are too good. Once upon a time, you would’ve given it to it, would’ve let him ramble nonsensically until he wore himself out. You know better now.

“Saeyoung, when was the last time you slept?”

You hear him counting to himself. “Twelve, thirteen, fourteen…twenty-six, twenty-seven…” Oh no. “Forty-four hours ago!” he sings triumphantly.

“Saeyoung!”

“Whaaat?”

“Forty-four hours ago was when I last spent the night. You haven’t slept since then?”

“Nooope. But it’s okaaaay! God Seven can work for much longer without sleeping because it’s what he was programmed to do!” He draws out his syllables, speaking in a sing-song.

“Hey. Stop. Listen to me.” You know he hears the frustration in your voice because he shuts up right away. “You do not work for the agency anymore. Even Saeran is sleeping right now, like a normal person. You do not need to work through the night anymore.”

“But I do,” he says. His voice sounds a little more subdued now. “The agency may be done, but there’s still so much cleanup work to do. There’s so many loose ends. If I’m resting, they’re tracking Saeran, tracking Vanderwood, tracking you… I can’t—”

“No,” you say. “Uh-uh.” You’re already slipping out of bed, groping around in the dark for some sweatpants. “I know there’s still work to do and I know you’re worried about keeping us safe. And you can do that work. After you’ve slept for eight hours.”

He laughs and it sounds almost like a sob. “I’ve just found him,” he says, so quietly you can barely hear him. “I’ve just got him back. If anything happens to him…”

“I know,” you say. “I know, babe. But none of that matters if you work yourself to death in the process.”

You’ve got pants, you’ve got shoes. You grab a jacket and the keys to the rental car Saeyoung insisted on paying for so you wouldn’t be reliant on him while he was holed up in his bunker with Saeran.

“Hah,” he says. “It would take a lot more than a few hours of work to kill me.”

You’re outside, the cool air bracing you, waking you the rest of the way up.

“I’d like you one hundred percent alive instead of just barely hanging on,” you tell him.

You throw open the car door with perhaps slightly too much force.

He hesitates. “What was…are you outside?”

“Yes. I’m coming over.”

“You—g-gah, what?!” He sounds frantic. You hear a crash—almost as if he’s sweeping something (realistically, a pile of junk food) off his desk.

“I’m coming over right now and putting you to bed. If you don’t want me to stay, I won’t, but you are going to sleep one way or another,” you say. You start the car and you know he hears it through the phone—you’re not playing around.

“I’m perfectly capable of—” he whines.

“Thirty minutes. Love you,” you say, and hang up before he can respond.

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You get there in no time because the roads are empty. He’s cleverly disabled the car’s built-in GPS so that the rental company can never access any of the data, never pinpoint his address (not that his bunker actually has an address). It doesn’t matter: you know the way by heart.

You give the password that will let you into the garage, park, and peer into the retinal scanner by the door—he’s added this feature for you, only for you. The door welcomes you by name and swings open with a soft click.

The bunker feels bigger and emptier at night; it’s completely dark except for the tiny ray of light coming from his office door, which is cracked open just a hair. You sigh. You’d had hope—just a little—that knowing you were coming would guilt him into just going to bed already. But he is stubborn.

You pad across the huge living room and knock gently on his door. He knows you’re here, of course—he’s probably been watching you on the cameras ever since you pulled into the driveway. But just in case—he’s not someone you want to ever catch off guard.

“Hi,” he says softly—his voice sounds far away. You push open the door.

“Oh, Saeyoung…”

His office is never exactly tidy, but this is a disaster zone.

There are chip bags and other assorted wrappers strewn over the desk and on the floor around it. Several creepy, half-built robots lay at odd angles on the couch and floor, as if he’s been fiddling with them as he works and then tossing them aside—one blinks eerily at you with its single eye. There are clothes thrown over the couch and the backs of his various desk chairs, as though he’s been managing to periodically change outfits without ever setting foot in his bedroom.

And there he is, your precious, anxious, manic boy, sitting in his chair with his knees pulled up to his chest, hunched over his desk, fingers still moving over the keys even as he turns to look at you.

“You didn’t have to come,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“That’s a crappy greeting for your favorite person in the world who just drove here in the middle of the night,” you say, but you’re not not really angry at him—how could you be, when he’s in this state? You cross the room, stepping over the piles of junk. Up close, he looks terrible—there are dark circles under his eyes and he has that pale, hollow look he gets when he goes too long without seeing the sun.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters. “Bright, wonderful people like you should be asleep at this time of night.”

“Everyone should be asleep at this time of night,” you tell him. You brush the messy, tangled hair off his forehead and kiss him on the cheek. He closes his eyes for a moment, humming contentedly; then he reaches for you, tilting his head up for a proper kiss. 

“Nuh-uh,” you say, and he deflates, pouting. “Find a stopping point—the first possible stopping point. Then you are going to bed.”

“Orrrrr…” he murmurs, nuzzling his head against your waist. One hand trails up your leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Saeyoung.”

“Fiiiine.” He reluctantly spins his chair around, types another line. “You go get in the bed,” he says, eyes on the screen. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Nope.” You cross your arms and sit on the couch, moving aside half of a robot dragon. “I don’t trust you.”

He makes a sound somewhere between a hiss and a groan and starts typing more quickly. Good. If he’s motivated to finish faster because you’re now losing sleep, then so be it. At least he’s stopping.

The sound of his typing soothes you. You fiddle with the little dragon—it will be very cute, once he builds the other side of its head. His typing slows. He hits a few more keys. You recognize the sounds of him finishing up—god knows how much collective time you’ve spent listening to him work.

“Okay,” he says at last, and you look up to see him getting out of his chair, a little clumsily.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

You skip to him and grab his hand. “Bedtime,” you say seriously, tugging him behind you: through the door, down the hall. He laughs, and it’s the most genuine he’s sounded all night. You throw open the door to his room and take a running leap onto the bed. He’s still laughing, watching you from the doorway with warm eyes.

“Come,” you say, wriggling yourself into the blankets, holding out your arms to him. Obediently, he shuts the door and comes to you, falling headfirst onto the messy pile of pillows and blankets and you. He groans quietly, his shoulder muscles finally relaxing. You pull him toward you and he settles his head onto your chest.

“S’feels nice,” he slurs, snuggling into you. You see how hard the exhaustion is hitting him now that he’s closed his eyes; you make a snug nest of blankets around him, tucking them up to his neck.

“I’ve got you,” you whisper. “You can rest now.”

“Mmmmmm but…” His words are hard to make out, his voice already thick with sleep. “But there are soooo many other things we could be doing…in this bed…”

He tries to lift an arm, vaguely brushing his fingertips over your neck. You giggle.

“Shhhh, love. Maybe in the morning,” you tell him. You kiss the top of his head, nuzzling your nose into his messy, sweet-smelling hair. He doesn’t respond. “Babe?”

His head is heavy on your chest. You feel his breath on your neck, slow and steady. You smile to yourself—he’s already asleep.

So you wrap your arms tightly around him and close your eyes, head propped on top of his. You are a mess of blankets and limbs and heartbeats and you feel impossibly, indescribably safe. “Goodnight, Saeyoung,” you whisper.

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'Mystic messenger'

Featuring;

Zen

Jumin han

Jaehee

Saeyoung choi

Yoosung kim

V

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💖

[phia-ne]

The (Were)Cat [Mystic Messenger Fanfic] Seven X neko!Reader - Picnic (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/KASwJi3pHA Hyeorin, Yoosung's girlfriend needed help to take care of her pet cat, (y/n). Seven volunteered to take care of the cat. One day, the cat turned into a human with cat ears and cat tail. How will Seven deal with this? And how will the cat affect his life? Seven x neko!Reader Warning: ooc, spoiler for Yoosung, Jaehee and Seven's route, typos, grammatical error, lemon for later chapter, sexual innuendos, slow and inconsistent updates

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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 

[space-kitten-606]

He looks so tired 😔

It's okay bby I'm stressed as fuck too but God pls come take a nap with me asap 🥺

But also. Imagine him being unable to sleep because so excited for your wedding 🥺 gaahhh he's so cute I love him sm

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The sudden urge to call Saeyoung wife and hug his waist and kiss him everywhere 🥺

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Sending Saeyoung a simple

"I'm bored af"

While you're at work and he just. Stops what he's doing to send you like 500 memes. Still bored? Neat-o! You just gave him an excuse to come by your workplace and make it fun! You bet he'll follow you around like a puppy and tell you all his weird little thoughts. If you're down for it he'll also sit down in the storage (or another staff room you're valid to be in while working) with you and play some cards or something!!!

If you're a little bit more adventurous and in the mood...well. He does also have some other ideas to make your job a lil less boring ;)

Please Saeyoung save me I am literally dying

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Saeyoung being very busy so he can't talk to you the entire day. You're kinda bummed out obviously and as you're out and about you get a message from him that just says

"I AM MENTALLY KISSING YOU SO MUCH ALL THE TIME"

You don't hear from him the rest of the day. At night, when you're already half asleep, you feel him crawling into bed next to you and wrapping his arms around you, peppering the back of your head with tiny kisses.

He'll give you so many more tomorrow morning. There's no saving. You will be smooched.

[space-kitten-606]

It was only one time and the plastic was jellybean shaped so can you really blame him?

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Saeyoung, holding on to his last shred of sanity and singing fall out boy lyrics at the top of his lungs

Bonus: Vanderwood walks in on him but doesn't even question it. He just closes the door and proceeds cleaning. He can yell at him later.

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Sending Saeyoung a joke message going

"My batteries are empty and they can only be refilled by kisses and cuddles from you, but I have to work 4 more hours so I guess I'll have to run on emergency power also known as caffeine."

not knowing that he didn't even read past the first comma before rushing to his car to take care of this urgent emergency.