#mystic messenger searan

[darling-aries]

Taylor Swifts unreleased song Need 100% gives me GE Saeran and Ray vibes.

Want is the cigarette smoke on a jacket

You wore to the wrong part of town

Desire is the sound of the whiskey

Telling me you miss me, can you come around?

Passion is a passing thing

It's accidental chemistry

Lust is a liar, a short-lived fire

It ain't what you and I are at all

Oh, it's a need, it's a need

I would go anywhere that you lead

I am hopeless, breathless, burning slow

Touch me, hold me, tell me, "I won't let you go"

I won't leave, it's a need

Danger is a thousand prickles on my neck

That tell me to run or to freeze

Fear is the nightmare I had, you were with someone else

You forgot about me

Passion is a passing thing

It's accidental chemistry

Caught up in a feeling, it can be deceiving

This is like breathing for me

Oh, it's a need, it's a need

I would go anywhere that you lead

I am hopeless, breathless, burning slow

Touch me, hold me, tell me, "I won't let you go"

I won't leave, it's a need

Baby, it's always

A new kiss every time we do this

The truth is

It's essential to me

That you love me more than

Wishing, longing

Oh, it's a need (It's a need), it's a need (Ah-ah, ah-ah)

I would go (I would go) anywhere (Anywhere) that you lead (Oh, oh)

I am hopeless, breathless, burning slow (Burning slow)

Touch me, hold me, tell me, "I won't let you go"

I won't leave (I won't leave), it's a need (Oh)

[cat-meg]

Ahh, I drew this months ago and forgot about it!

[doodlezzz]

I don't want, I NEED a wedding dlc. Please. I'll give you my life savings. 🙏 JUST LOOK AT THEM <33

[stormflypirateskin]

Summary: GE Saeran can't focus on you talking about your day because you are too cute.

Saeran always really loved to hear about what you did in your days, even if nothing particularly happened exactly. He enjoyed hearing about what you did, anything interesting that happened, anything.

Since he didn't have a regular life like you, he tends to listen to every single detail like a little kid being told an amazing fairytale before sleeping to have the wildest dreams.

But there was one little problem.. today he couldn't focus but it wasn't because anything bad had happened or he was drained. It was because of you. Specifically your adorable face.

Now, he always thought you had a cute face but it seemed that today his eyes and thoughts lingered there. How is it that you were just.. so adorable today? It got him all warm and fuzzy on the inside, he couldn't help it!

Saeran always paid attention to every single word that you said but he didn't even realize how much he was observing you until you giggled and asked him if anything was wrong.

"Ah.. it's nothing, haha.." His eyes widened as he sat up better, fully flustered as it showed on his cheeks. It was funny in a way that he didn't even see it himself how much you had an affect on him. The world could be burning and he would focus on you like you were the most beautiful thing in the whole world.

"I guess.. your cuteness got to me well today, my love." He let out a small laugh as he saw you being flustered instead. Moments like these he wanted to cherish forever. Just you and him doing anything together. It didn't matter what, just that you were besides each other.

When the laughing stopped, it was only you two gazing in each other's eyes. Saeran's eyes always held this love for you and his expression was always the softest. And don't forget the warm smile he wore whenever he saw you. All the things on his face were full of love only for you.

"I adore moments like these.. just being with you.. it makes me really happy." And it was always true. Anytime you were near him, he felt like he could do anything. These warm and good feelings you were making him feel will always make him feel weak in the knees for you.

His heart always racing and beating only for you, his one and only love. On cloud nine he would often feel and this amount of great peace and joy was often what he felt like. Just you two being free and being able to do anything.

You got lost in his eyes as well because you didn't even see his hand going under your chin and very gently lifting it up as he got closer to capture your lips on his. It made your heart beating really fast when you realized and it wasn't long before you relaxed and melted.

And how good it felt whenever he wrapped his arms around you only to hold you closer to him. Enough grip to hold you tight but careful enough to also not hurt you. Saeran will always make sure to treat you with respect and love and it always made you melt even more in his arms.

"Wow.. it's impossible, you're more adorable now when I see you like this..." Was all he said and laughed while you were a blushing mess. He reached out to press a kiss on your forehead as he snuggled more into you.

"Now.. could you tell me about your day from the beginning, my love? I'm afraid I was distracted by your beauty." He chuckled a bit as you blushed once again. And this time, he did listen.

But it didn't change something he did occasionally. Leave kisses all over you. How could he not..?

[homosexualsdotorg]

some sibling teasing ft my boys :D

[urgeforpurge]

Searan Choi

[usui-zero]

despicsble me

[asterjennifer]

© @bloodvanessa on Tumblr

Flawed

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: SE Saeran x Reader

Category: Angst

Warnings: Arguing, Codependency

Word count: 2891

Author's Note: The Mystictober really drained me out lol. Guys I got your stuff saved up! But at this point idk what I'm doing for the time being shshs I'm just braindead-

Summary: As messy as it can be; there are moments bringing clarity to the surface.

It's just that it takes some communication for that to happen successfully.

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“So..” She put her hands on her hips, the probable plan more than obvious. “You thought I don't know what's going on?”

He dodged her large-scale assessment, especially when taking hold at his body. Shame crept secretly between the door and the room as if he's forced to ask for it leave despite the stubbornness of standing its ground at the most unpleasant time.

Her jaw tense, she decided to first wait for his explanation before busting through the roof unjustified like it happened before. She's willing to understand the circumstances that caused habitual changes in the first place. Her wrinkle free stare glooming through the room must've been imitating like nothing else managed.

He let his head drop down into the palm of his burning, pale hand. Red strands of hair trapped in between reminding him how she started nagging at him to use the conditioner for the love of its texture. She touched it more often when feeling soft, therefore he tried remembering making use of the product he found unnecessary.

They didn't know where they stood; what the place was called they lived in. If it's home or just a hypocritical temptation of pretending it to be their place to spend their time in. He suffocated casually ableit regularly at a daily basis. She didn't seem to share the thin oxygen cut short whenever the slightest shift took place.

It's so familiar to her, he thought bitter. Like she couldn't afford even acknowledging the rather unpleasant atmosphere given the ridiculous amount of fear controlling her heart. Too many times and by now she's able to sense when he just pulls that cursed suitcase from the wardrobe.

He already knew the magnitude he had evoked once again, although he tried to avoid or at least reduce it. Regardless how much conflict filled the hours, it appeared to be an endless circle neither of them had the strength of leaving behind. With the difference he at least held the truth in front of his eyes by reminding himself of the flaws in between while she refused violently.

“It's the same as always,” He muttered back at her. “I want to leave and I'm gonna do it this time.” They stayed silent for way too long, his fingertips freezed down in the meantime. He'd knew she would throw the door shut when claiming to leave.

He closed his eyes to avoid the echo giving him an headache and instead grabbed one of the prepared shirts and stuffed it into the suitcase. Not the very first time for that to happen, yet every single occasion left the same anxious scars behind. He should've known she'd catch his wrist when continuing to pack up.

He sighed to himself as her nails slightly scratched his senstive skin. “Really?” She sounded almost shocked. “Again..? What have I done this time? Or what thought told you to fuck off..” As if she's seeing the depths of his mind, probably due to him spilling way too many secrets kept inside to prevent them from spilling over.

His attempt to pull away from her grip ended in vain; not because he's physically weaker than her. Simply because he's having no heart to actually hurt her that way. “We aren't good and you know it.”

His knees hurt from kneeling in the same position for ages, yet he kept his body still. Her hand loosened up occasionally, letting him know how torn she must've felt herself. “After all this work.. You keep thinking that we can't be together. Seriously..?” She's offended and it's her right.

At least in his eyes. He shook his head, turing his body to the side to find her standing taller than him. She just had taken a shower; hair still wet and curly at the ends. The water drops running down her neck, over her collarbone to let the evening sun reflect the orange light outside. She shivered when only covered in her towel and her lower lip colored blueish given the wamrth of the room's gone.

She's so very pretty, he found himself admiring her full being even though her eyes shot stares possessed with venom. He could've wondered how she heard him sneaking out of the living room into the bedroom to get his suitcase packed up yet again. However, knowing his lover, it's no surprise she's used to picking up signals.

He swallowed the thick lump blocking his throat. “It's useless.” She noticed him avoiding her after letting his eyes wander to the other side of the room. “Don't start the whining again, I'm leaving.”

She inhaled sharp, the same impact like she's smacked his face with the flat hand. Funny enough that she has never been once violent with him before. The pain he caused her despite his best efforts preventing her heart from aching let him feel guilty to the bone, every time a little bit more. She stood there at odds, stunned, even if it wasn't the first time the two had had such a conversation.

The grip around his arm suddenly disappeared, leaving him to cool off against his will even further. She pulled the hand to the towel covering her body, digging the same nails now into the wet fabric. “Is that so?” She asked, hissed if anything.

“Well… if even my words don't mean anything anymore then I guess I can't stop you.” That's new.

His head shot up by the words he'd never received before. Normally it's expected for her to either throw a tantrum and point out just how much shit they went through together; that it's wasted potential if they broke up now. And if she didn't use that argument, she would declare her love and need for his presence until it make his knees weak. That one ended mostly in a sleepless night for the both of them.

She met his confusion, eyes narrowing at his reaction. “What?!” Her defensive made her snap out, hair falling gently over her shoulder in contrast. “You wanna leave? Then go already. It's not like my words will change anything.”

The way she rolled her eyes had his body paralyzed. That's nothing he'd dealt with in the entire relationship, neither in theirs nor in any he shared before. It's overwhelming to hear the person you hold deep meaning and love for agree to your idea to abandon everything. It caught him so off guard he couldn't think for a slow motion moment.

Her bare feet on the floor caused the spot to stay wet, the longer she stood in the door frame the more water hit the ground. Although she'd been telling him to leave, her actions were contradicting exactly that. Was it a sign? He almost begged for it in the back of his head. His hand lifted in hesitation, should he truly complete packing his stuff?

After crossing her arms, her left index finger tapped in rhythm against her soft skin. Like a counter of some sort; showing the long seconds he's referring from doing what he's supposed to finish. He looked up to her, seeking any answer in her facial expression. That's when she raised an eyebrow at him. Motherly behavior, or at least what he imagined would it be like. She gritted her teeth at his slow pace.

“What are you waiting for!?” It should've been a question, however, it ended as an accusation. “Go, put everything in that fucking suitcase so I can lock the door once you're out.” She waved her hand at him in a «be gone already» manner.

Resembling a kicked puppy after chewing the sofa, he just gazed at her with wide, blue eyes. Was she that done? Finally had enough of his bullshit and the hurt that never died down thanks to his absurd personality? Was her pain so unbearable by now she's not able to carry on this messed up routine anymore? Did her love for him faded out due to his unreasonable actions?

Endless questions and as it seemed no answers in the near future. His heart contracted dangerously quick, taking away the ability to breathe correctly. His lips parted in panic, not a single noise fell out though. Awkward, he pressed them shut as he's scared of the next move being the one crossing the line once and for all.

Her shoulders tensed harder, helping him tear from the trance. “You— You are fine with that now?” The words left before he's aware what he's saying to her.

Her left eye twitched. With uncertainty? With anger? Out of frustration? Now when he needed it most he couldn't read her body language. “Does it matter..?” To the edge filled with poison. “Don't be a scaredy-cat and finally pull through with your shit!”

It would've offended him when speaking to him in such a tone of voice. Right now all he could think about's his heart that's about to bust out his chest. She didn't say she's fine with it; what imprecation held that statement? Countless thoughts made it difficult, almost impossible soothing out his situation to find the best solution. In the end his body reacted first to stand back up.

She followed his motion with her head, not a single change to find in her face. His chest tightened since he's unsure what it meant. “Are you…” He searched for the right words inside the room. “Do you not want me around anymore..?” She huffed immediately.

“Does that really matter?” Same question asked twice that evening. She took a step back to point with her hand to the entrance door of her apartment. “This is what you want; you get it. Where's the issue now!?”

His brows frowned some more. “No,” He refused to take that as an answer and shook his head. “I mean if you are sick of me now.” He's taken aback by the loud, desperate growl killing the silence of the air. She raised her hand and pressed it to her eyes in what looked like annoyance.

He noticed the unobtrusive, fading blue color on her neck he'd left not too long ago. Another strike of guilt. “Why is that important now…” The way she looked at him then sent a cold shower down his spine in weariness. “Get your ass out of my place if you're fed up with me! It shouldn't be of interest to you what I feel!”

“It matters to me..!” He yelled back, hand held with desperation over his heart unconsciously. “Of course it's of interest to me, you think I could take it if you want me gone!?” Another wave of nothingness crashed over their tangled heads.

She blinked surpsied by the sudden outburst on his part; no denying as he had shocked himself a little as well. Her body crouched forward as if to shield herself and it urged him to just grab her for another close embrace. “If you can't take it… why do you do this over and over.”

A justified statement which he couldn't defend. She lowered her head forward; wet hair still tingling against her now dry skin as she let the gears over her mind ratter. “Is it like.. a passtime? Some weird need for you to make me go nuts and plead you don't go!?” Her next questions won on volume.

“What the fuck is this for, then?!” She yelped, walking into his direction until she could push him by the chest. “Do you really enjoy making me scared all the time, to feel better about yourself or something?”

He lost on balance by the pressure, stumbling over the suitcase still spread out on the floor before hitting the wall with the back. “Your fucking ego needs the fragile, paranoid (N) to feel worth of shit!? I'm not a damn doll, Saeran—” He cut her by being the one grabbing her wrist next.

“You know me, don't you?” He pulled her face to face, keeping the eye contact intense as his own burned from getting called out. “Then you should know how fucked up I am! And how I— I can't help but feel insecure!”

She felt a shudder of fear rush through her veins for a brief moment. He reduced his strength a little; enough for her to pull away in case she desired so. However, she let him hold onto her. His strict eyes softened as his voice fell into a whisper. “You are too good for me.” He said what he usually were only brave enough to think.

“Can you guess how much I need that confirmation you feel anything for me that's not repulsion..?” She stiffened in his hand, he could feel it. It made him sigh the heavy breath he'd been holding.

He pressed his teeth together; fire of self-hatred flaming up and bubbling underneath his skin all over again. It made the vision of his become blurry, head falling down as much as possible to hide the shame consuming his emotions. He wasn't good enough for her. It showed by the current position they were in. He wasn't and he couldn't blame anyone beside himself for destroying the one thing he wanted to cherish rightfully.

“But… You're right,” He husked the words in a raw tone, letting loose of her some more. “I should finally fuck off for real.” He admitted the thing he'd been scared of ever since kissing her for the first time at the charity party.

Against all bones in his body screaming at him to do otherwise, he turned around to kneel and keep panicking his suitcase. It has been foreseeable that one day it would fail, yet he wanted to draw out that moment. It seemed hopeless from the very beginning and there he was again; wondering why he let himself get involved with her in the first place instead of walking away.

The weight of the towel being thrown over his head forced a gasp out of his lunges, now he couldn't see anything. “You're so damn lucky I love you.” She grumbled at his ear, closer than suspected.

His heart pulsed in the tips of his ears while she came around to push him back to his butt. Although his vision's gone, the feeling of her body curling up into his let his imagination do the work alone. She placed both hands to his shoulders, forehead touching his neck as she came as close as physically possible. She's even more cold than normally; it made him raise his arms around her out of reflex.

Keeping her warm was one of his everyday jobs for her wellbeing. She'd been the one pulling the damn towel from his head, hitting the floor next to them. She rubbed her cheek to his collar, telling him to also put his legs around her in a cross legged position. Her, completely naked in his hug killed more worries than he wanted to admit.

She was hypothermic, his hands running over her back and spine trembled by her low temperature. “You will get a cold…” Was everything he could offer.

Her hair smelled of the shampoo she used since years; familiar in the most calming sense. Feeling worse for having no selfcontrol, he reached up to play with the curly stands of her hair between his fingertips. “I don't care.” Was all she said.

“But—” Her nails tore on his sweater as a warning. Therefore he shut up. Not wanting to anger her any further. He looked over her shoulder, seeing the little bit of her shape by how near she'd been to him.

She then exhaled low. “If it's damn confirmation you need then ask me..” Her seriousness worried him. “Touch me, yell at me, fight me, fuck me, I don't care what it is. Just don't pretend to leave me..”

Her words chased blush over his cheeks. Too embarrassed to speak he decided to nod at her, luckily that's enough for her to relax in his arms. “Stupid boy.. You're really a pain in the ass sometimes. But I know I'm too so I can't judge.” That made him smirk.

He buried his nose into her hair, wanting to take in more of her sweet scent. “Hmh..” He hummed softly, running his hands up and down in order to heat her somewhat. “Thank you, (N).” Her turn to smile.

She pulled away an inch, hand to his red cheek with a bright look of genuine sympathy in her otherwise grounded eyes which had his knees wobble. “Now be a dear and carry me to the bathroom. I didn't finish showering yet.”

Doing as ordered he picked her up alongside his own body, still a little heavy after what they just went through. The redhead made sure to not stumble over the suitcase a second time and helped her back into the bathroom. Feeling both relived she stopped him from packing; yet ashamed for the blame he carried when it came to her never ending paranoia.

At the end of the day he guessed it's their nature. Or whatever that stopped them from parting ways and find a better path without each other. He's clueless what it could be, but he wasn't in need to find out anyway. Given she'd never leave without him the way he couldn't get by if not having her closure for himself.

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Masterlist

[fratboyharem]

I could see myself like being actually unsure of if the R.F.A are real or not in the Another Route like story

[marshmallowprotection]

It’s been so long that I’ve really been able to sit down and enjoy Mystic Messenger, but I wanted to say thank you for keeping up your amazing post and reminding me that these beautiful souls will always care for me! I had to get out my Searan/Ray custom out I’m thinking I should make his mint eye outfit.

Absolutely. I hope you're able to sit down and enjoy the game properly sometime soon! In the meantime, I'm happy to see your project. He's just so cute! I just love the way his eyes are done. I'm partial to the magenta coat but if you do the suit jacket, I'm sure it'll turn out just as wonderful. If you were to show this to GE Saeran, he would gush about all the little details you put into this.

Of course, then he would want to make one of you... You can't have a Saeran without his love.

[honey25]

Masterlist:

Here I become uploade Mystic messenger content. I have a many sketch drawings and also digital art. I also uploade of it Instagram, so looks it you on.

Main_account: Janine_gandy

For Obeyme, mysme, percy jackson

and Anime stuff.

I use then hashtag honey25_art for my art and mysme_art with in you can my art better finding.

MYSTIC MESSENGER ART 🎨

Seayoung:

707 computer was hacked because of mc (comic)

First kiss with MC (Digital)

Searan:

Saeran x mc first kiss

Jumin:

Zen/Hyung:

Yoosung:

Jaehee:

Jihyun:

Rika:

Pairs:

Yoosung and Saeran blow up house

Saeyoung and Saeran bday picture

[gay-salt-amber]

I want to put this in for the Mystic Messenger future heavily based off popular hcs from Tumblr so be ready Mystic Messenger Next Gen with the poly being in one big ass family with lots of kids cause- - Yoosung would most likely have three boys and a girl - Zen might have two girls and one boy - Jumin would either have one child or one boy and one girl - Seven only has one daughter and will spoiler her rotten - Jihyun (who I used to have a plush of made by a friend but lost T^T) must have two princesses!

And MC and Jaehee would have a son (I don't know why but everyone agrees she should have a son though I think they would have twins) who I want to hc that he's besties with Zen's kids

Imagine the school meetings if one kid gets in trouble! Picture the madness of family dinners! UNCLE SEARAN!! WITH HIS TWINS!! (That is if my baby isn't in this poly, forgive me I forget all the romantic lines in the game)

Awhh yes that'd be adorable!

[stormflypirateskin]

"Let Me Hear You, Brother!"

Summary: Saeyoung keeps calling Saeran on the phone because he wants to hear his voice.

I got the idea from @anas-tasiaa :DD

"Stop calling me!! What do you want?!" Saeran pinched the temple on his face as he groaned. "Why do you keep calling me anyway? Are you trying to piss me off on purpose?!" His voice raised even more.

All he wanted was to just stay in his room and rest for the day. Well, you see, that wasn't originally his plan but he changed into it immediately when Saeyoung, his brother, wouldn't leave him alone.

Saeyoung would always be near his brother in whatever he was doing and just kept rambling about many things. Normally, Saeran would just ignore him but Saeyoung kept asking questions after questions.

So, here he was, in his room. Hoping to rest his mind from the million thoughts and intense emotions he was feeling at the moment.

"But but but!!" Saeyoung had flinched from the volume of his brother's voice. "I wanna talk to youuu..." He sighed, defeated.

"Don't you see me every single day..?!" Saeran was sitting up right now as his eyebrows furrowed. He was fighting the urge to just hang up on him.

Sure, he didn't hate his brother but sometimes he did things that made Saeran want to hide in his room for the rest of the week. He knows he doesn't mean harm but he drives Saeran wild a lot of times.

"I'm hanging up."

"Wait..!!" Saeyoung immediately called out to him. "I'll.. I'll buy you ice cream if you don't hang up!!" He panicked.

"What do you want..?!" Saeran sighed. His patience was being tested here. But he can't really resist ice cream. I guess he could listen to him a bit. "Explain why you don't want me to hang up, Saeyoung." Saeran's firm voice shot back.

"W-Well.." Saeyoung didn't know what to say but his mind raced with thoughts with what he could say at that moment.

"I-I just..!!" He sighed before he took a small breath. "I want to listen to your voice, Saeran."

It was like all of Saeran's anger left and was replaced with confusion. He raised an eyebrow. "What.. do you mean..?"

"I.. well.. I always missed it.. it was torture when I couldn't hear your voice anymore.." He confessed slowly. It was true. When Saeyoung had to leave Saeran for the agency, it ruined him.

He stayed up countless nights, wondering how Saeran was doing while he was with V and Rika back then. He had to stay away, alone, only a disgusting hacker doing all the disturbing work.

Even if he couldn't see or hear him anymore, he thought that he was okay when the opposite was happening. He never wants to let him go anymore. He wants to stay by his side and make sure he is safe and alive for as long as he lives.

So Saeran finally being by his side after all those years? Saeyoung really missed him so much and he is finally able to hear his voice. Even if Saeran gets angry a lot at his brother. Saeyoung was just happy to have him close to him once again.

"Just hearing you again after so long.. I'm happy." Saeran could tell that Saeyoung was smiling even if he couldn't see him.

Saeran did miss Saeyoung back then too and even if his brother annoyed him a lot, he was still.. glad that his brother wanted to be around him.

It was gonna take a long time for Saeran to warm up to Saeyoung and everyone else in the RFA enough but he was still making progress, even if it was small.

Saeran was lost on his thoughts which made Saeyoung panic since he thought that he said something wrong there.

"I also.. missed it." Saeran said quietly and slowly. It was rare to see him admit these thoughts and feelings.

"Huh..?" Saeyoung's eyes widened immediately.

"I said bring me the ice cream." Saeran changed the topic quickly. He felt embarrassed that he admitted to missing his brother's voice.

It did help him a lot when they were both at that old house of nightmares.

Saeyoung's soft laughter could be heard. He decided to not make Saeran feel more embarrassed with what he said and played along. "Of course, my dear brother. You shall have all the ice cream in the world!!"

And Saeran felt a weak smile make it's way to his face.

[creativeartgal]

Harry day 74 spoliers!!

WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!?!?!?!

WHAT IS THIS SHIT!?!?!? WHO IS THIS? IS THIS SEARAN? MINT EYE? WHO ARE YOU??

Is this the like doctor dude that I've seen mention. Like the dude who made the app? I looked up the numbers 1004 apparently its supposed to mean angel

Dude some how knew where Harry was and could see what was going on.

He might also know the mc!? Like how? I don't know you

It's giving me mystic messenger flash back and I am scared