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linhmiu201 · 1 year

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The Ssum brief review

Uh so I was playing Mystic Messenger, to be exact, farming HGs with Christmas DLC, and since I only need to repeat the chat at 19:18, having a whole day with nothing to do I thought I could kill some time with other games. Which is, The Ssum. I immediately remember why 4 years ago I dropped the beta version of this game after only one day. lol

Like, I finally got free time to chat (read: play the game) for a while but Teo just had to leave me hanging for 5 or even 20 minutes? TvT I'd rather you spamming me with texts thank you.

I completely lost memory of that until today when I decided to come back... just to leave the game after a few hours, again, feeling disappointed. Some reasons why:

First, like everyone pointed out, because of so many ads and subscriptions, obviously. Then, an overwhelming amount of new features compared to the beta version. I wouldn't mind if it was just call and chat honestly... Cheritz bold of you to assume I need an in-game community where I get to interact with other players when I come to this game just to meet my virtual boyfriend. It's a nice feature to have but I like playing my games alone, thank you very much. :(

Also, I like the old Teo better than the new and young one, and the beta prologue too. With the old prologue, you get to experience first-hand his tendency to ramble and treating the chatroom as his own journal. Then it wouldn't take players as surprise when they had to read his online diary. The moment MC came to the chatroom, he switched from rambling by himself to rambling with a listener. I love that when he was blah blah talking to himself, you suddenly came crashing in and he thought you were an AI lol, since it feels more natural to start a conversation that way. But I appreciate that the old prologue has this "prototype" vibes to it, where Teo told you he didn't know the developers released the app on the app store, while in the new prologue it's a given that the app is released.

Not sure if it was my internet connection or something but at first the game repeatedly told me to check my internet, and I couldn't even pass Harry's prologue after 30 mins cuz not only he took time to reply but it also lagged a lot.

Oh, and, when I used guest account, I accidentally tapped the button for opening a website, and when I came back, I was baffled seeing my profile gone. Magically. Completely. Without a trace. It's just gone, so I had to start over again.

Luckily I haven't paid for anything or progressed much aside from watching 5 ads and I also wanted to start over. I also started Mystic Messenger with a guest account and only registered when I was hooked on the game later, so while I knew game data could be lost, somehow I totally didn't see it coming...? O.o Like, I just stepped out for a bit why has it gone?

I wanted to review without comparing The Ssum with MM but I couldn't help it... Although I spent too little time to give a proper review, I can say this: it's pretty confusing at first and the ads might piss you out, however, the game is worth a try if you're not a fan of MM xD. As for me, I guess I'll just go back to MM then. after I play Ssum one last time... I can't resist when I know that MM characters appear here and there in this game smh.

#the ssum #the ssum review #mystic messenger #I did mention mysme so I throw in a tag #I was kinda disappointed with the beta version back then so I'm still fine lol #at least beta version didn't have these paywall shenanigans

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starlightsaeran · 3 years

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Wildflower

Author’s note: Hello hello! I’m even more exicted to post the second of two pieces created for the @mysme-rbb, alongside the wonderfully talented @pili-art !!! It has been beyond an honour to get to work on both of these pieces, and I’ve had more fun than I can even put into words <3

Summary: Saeran spends his sweet summer days in the only way he knows how; surrounded by all the things that love him as much as he loves them.

Read on AO3: here!

Make sure to check out the beautiful artwork this was inspired by: here! 🌸🌸🌸

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Seconds ago, Saeran had been running through his garden, with bubbles and butterflies and the feeling of bliss chasing after him as he chased down MC and Saeyoung. The bugs that landed on him left little kisses on his glowing skin, and the sun’s rays hugged him close in the warmth of their embrace. The day prior, MC had told him that freckles had begun dotting his skin, and he found it impossible not to continuously recall the ghost of her lips as they had traced the path across his nose and cheeks that the tiny sun stars had created. This was summer. This was what it was to not just exist, but to really live beneath the sun. It had been almost a year since his reunion with his brother, and yet he still found it hard to believe that he was living his own life. It was hard not to feel like an imposter. Yet there he had been moments ago, running around like a kid as he tried to tag his brother, both of their laughs twinkling in the balmy air.

Now, however, he lay on his back in the bright green grass. He blames the heat for his exhaustion, after all, it’s not like he hasn’t built up an above average level of stamina! He just isn’t quite used to being subjected to such high levels of vitamin D, that’s all. The sun relentlessly beats down on his face, as though it's playfully mocking him for giving up so easily. Saeran just smiles back. He knows it won’t be long until MC and Saeyoung realise he has admitted defeat, and he knows that instead of mocking him, they will forget the game altogether and join him in the bed of grass he is resting upon. He knows because they did the same yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that; most of their summer days play out the same way, and though to some it may seem repetitive, he wouldn’t want it any other way. The three of them would never grow tired of a life like this. After all, they had more than earned it.

For now, he admires this time alone, as brief as it will be. It’s not that he likes to be alone, he had spent far too much of his time that way, but he had to admit that this new life could be a little overwhelming at times. He knew without a doubt of course that if he mentioned this to his brother and MC, they would respect his every boundary with no questions asked and would allow him all the time he needed. They had done so the few times he had asked before, and they would always continue to do so. He just supposed he felt somewhat...silly, for asking. He’d spent so many years secretly wishing to be part of a family, and now that he was, he wanted time alone again? He couldn’t make sense of it.

There were a lot of things he couldn’t make sense of.

Like the fact he was living in the house he had always visited in his dreams, both during the day and on the nights he managed to sleep peacefully. Surely dreams as big as these were supposed to stay as dreams? And the fact he was reunited with his brother, whom he had spent so long hating under the influence of manipulation. He hated that he had ever felt like that, but those feelings had indeed once been a part of him, and he couldn’t just forget that. Now, together, they were living the life his brother had always promised him. He hated that he had doubted Saeyoung, but he had. But maybe that didn’t matter anymore...not now that this is reality.

And MC… He can hear her voice now, just a little way away, never too far from him. Her laugh is a song on the breeze as she giggles at whatever dumb thing his brother is no doubt doing. Saeran had been such a dark person, and now he was surrounded by a constant light that would never again allow him to forget who he really is.

A cloud floats over the sun at that exact moment, as though it knows what he’s thinking and is playing a game with him. He takes advantage of this sudden shade and a moment of respite from the relentless rays, and opens his eyes just in time to see a bumble bee buzz right past his face. He wonders where it’s headed; is it off to find the perfect flower to drink sweet nectar from? Or has it already succeeded in its task, and is now on its way home to its queen to whom it happily devotes its entire life to? Was it happy? Did it feel a sense of completion if it lived this way, never thinking for itself, only living to serve? Or was the bee like him? A traitor. Who spends its days longing to pick its own flower, to drink the nectar for himself, and to detach itself from the hive which was much too crowded.

He tries not to linger, and by using the method he had gratefully learned from his therapist, he lets the thoughts pass him by like the bee had done. He instead brings his attention to the way the grass tickles the bare expanse of his arms, and he lets his fingers run through the tall blades. The cloud that had been blocking the sun passes by too as it carries on its way, and forces Saeran to involuntarily bring one arm up to shield his eyes. He can’t see it through the rolled up sleeve of his shirt, but he knows his tattoo is there, like a raincloud against a clear sky. Perhaps the majority of people who would see it wouldn’t give it a second glance. Just another piece of swirling ink, that’s all it would be to them. They wouldn’t know what it stood for, or what it said he was. What it meant he had been. No, the majority of people wouldn’t know. But his family would. He can’t help but to wonder what they must think of it. He’d caught Saeyoung glancing at it a lot when he thought he wasn’t looking during those first few rocky weeks. Saeran knows deep down he was probably just bewildered by the concept of his brother with a tattoo at all, regardless of its origin. He knows Saeyoung would never link who Saeran is now to the place the tattoo symbolised...but the fear still lingered. He hated feeling like a monster.

MC made sure to kiss his tattoo whenever she saw it, and in the golden hours when all the world was silent as she laid in the same galaxy as he did, she would trace its curves and thorns with a tenderness he wasn’t sure he was worthy of. He knows she had never shied away from it, it didn’t scare her or torment her or serve as a constant reminder of the person he had once been to her, and the way he had treated her. As far away as that lifetime had been, it could never be forgotten. The tattoo made sure of that. But MC had once told him that although it was a reminder of his past, that wasn’t a bad thing. She had said that it was proof that he had grown, just like the flowers. To her, he was a flower.

To him, she was a field of them.

His thoughts wander to the flowers he loves so much now. He considers their roots, the way they battle and fight through the endless darkness and the dirt, the way they look so fragile, but to the flower, they are unbelievably strong. It must be so hard for them to grow, but eventually, all their hard work pays off. And that first glimmer of sunlight the sprout gets to see must feel incredible. That hope. That knowledge that they had done well. The roots remain below in the soil, but now they can breathe. Perhaps Saeran was like that. Perhaps his tattoo was similar to those flower roots. And perhaps roots could be pretty, too. The way they tangle and intertwine, that could be art too.

“There you are, buttercup.”

Just like that, MC is all he can see as she stands above him, leaning over slightly so her head lines up perfectly with his. He can't stop himself from giggling a little at the pet name she had called him, and that drop of laughter alone was enough to carry away all his previous thoughts. She shines as brightly as the sun, and he sees all the things he loves reflected within her tender eyes. All he knows is this; her, this garden in which he lays surrounded by all the things which he knows returns his love, and his brother, who has also made his way over and is now leaning over him alongside MC.

"Oh, so Saeran falls over and he gets called pretty names, but when I fall over, all you do is laugh?"

"Saeran's just taking a well deserved break, YOU tripped over the bubble machine I warned you at least 10 times about, you deserved it."

Saeran watches in adoration as Saeyoung dramatically throws his hand over his chest to clutch at his heart, and MC nonchalantly sticks out her tongue in return, and he finds himself making a promise. A promise to himself, to always remain grateful for those tangled roots that remain tucked away in the dark soil, for making him the beautiful wildflower he is today.

#mysmerbb #mystic messenger #saeran choi #saeyoung choi

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choisgirls · 6 years

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REQUEST:

RFA reacts to MC modelling for a Holiday Magazine. She has to dress up in a red short Santa dress!!

A/N: I didn’t tag or put your username here just in case you didn’t want it, love, since you messaged it to me! So I hope you see this! ^^

I may be panicking over net neutrality but thats not gonna stop my ass from wRiTiNG so hERE WE GO

Might be short and sweet cause they're reactions but i hope this is okay! ^^

*Specifically female!MC's ^^

Masterlist~

*YOOSUNG:

MC THIS MAGAZINE HAS A WOMAN IN SEXY CLOTHING BUT HE JUST WANTED THE COUPONS INSIDE PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM. No really, he heard about the coupons in the magazine and that's the whole reason he bought this, he swears. He didn't buy it to look at the half naked ladies!! He is a good boy, please!!!! With a slight giggle and a pat on his head, you tell him it's okay- you were going to buy a copy anyway, and not for the coupons. After laughing (shamefully) hard at the innocent look he gives you, you just hold up the magazine, cover facing him, next to your face. You looked at him, waiting for him to connect the dots as he looked from you to the magazine, trying to figure out what you were trying to say. Once he realized you were, in fact, the 'half naked lady' he was talking about on the front of the magazine, he turned bright red before trying to choke out a sentence. He failed. He hid his face in his hands and crouched to the ground, hiding and keeping quiet until he was able to look you in the eye again. Definitely tells his friends that you're the model on the magazine, but regrets it when they started to compliment you- but overall he's okay that you went for it, whatever makes you happy is what he wants for you!

*ZEN:

(Well listen if you ask me, i've straight told admin molly over at mysme-hcs that zen has porn in his dresser sO)

MC, listen, this- this isn't porn! This is just! A um, a Christmas clothing catalogue! Just, for... sexy clothing! Look, in all honesty, he got it because he wanted to get you a sexy outfit for the holidays but didn't want to go into the store and risk being seen by a fan. You were just simply putting away laundry and you knew what was normally in there, but now there was something new? It was in the way, you had to take it out. Standing there, staring at the magazine in your hands, you were frozen for quite a while and Zen happened to walk by and notice. Seeing the booklet in your hands, he started to hurry through his explanation, trying to tell you it wasn't what it looked like, it was for you! Well, the magazine wasn't, but something in it was going to be! Your shoulders started to shake and he was petrified- did he upset you with this?? He'd burn it in an instant. Before his now outstretched hand could touch your shoulder, you threw your head back in laughter. You pointed to the front cover, unable to speak due to laughing- he took it from you and took a closer look. It.. it was you? You were the front cover model? You were on the floor laughing while he felt his soul exit his body- his girlfriend! His amazing, beautiful girlfriend, is on the cover of this magazine! As a model! A... really sexy model, wait a minute. He looked from the magazine to you, back and forth, until it sank in that he's dating a model- the two of you can be The Beautiful Couple(tm), oh how fun would that be! All these ideas kept running through his head as he hugged the book to his chest lovingly, leaving you to stare at him with mock annoyance that he isn't hugging the real thing.

*JAEHEE:

Zen was the one who told her before you got to, and you were going to punch him. He had been asked to model on that holiday project as well, but declined cause he'd much rather be acting in this play. But after finding out who the other models would be, he had to see for himself. Once he saw you, posing for your pictures, he immediately started to video call Jaehee and show her. You wanted to surprise her! Instead, Zen had to ruin it! You caught him and started to pout- you did this so you could afford that limited edition Zen merch bundle someone was selling in pristine condition for her. You didn't want her to know until it published! You went home and walked into the room, dragging your feet. She stood at the counter in the kitchen, sipping a mug of coffee and looking at you through the steam, waiting for an explanation. Raising an eyebrow, she watches as you try to explain yourself, your movements extremely animated. She wasn't angry but she also didn't want to let you off the hook that easily. Though you dramatically fell to the ground, begging for forgiveness so she couldn't help but break character and laugh at you. You tell her what you wanted to get her and she was a blushing mess- you didn't need to do that for her! Though now she really wants some prints of your photoshoot to frame- she's just proud of you! Has nothing to do with you being incredibly sexy and her being completely in love with you, nope. Not at all.

*JUMIN:

The morning this magazine published, he noticed a lot of his workers fawning over pieces of paper. He didn't know what it was, at all- he didn't care. As long as they got their jobs done. But you came to visit him for lunch, and he was ecstatic to see you! Some of his workers kept staring at you, flushing in colour and nervously twitching. Others completely walked up to you with a pen and magazine in their hands, asking for an autograph. That's when he had enough and decided to find out what was going on. All but ripping the magazine out of the man's hand, he turns it over to reveal MC on the cover- his MC. MC in a short, sexy Christmas outfit- smiling, laughing, having fun- all captured in one photo. He was frozen, standing there staring at this magazine- an unreadable mixture of emotions spreading across his face. Silently, he turned on his heel and walked into his office with you in tow. Closing the door behind you and leaning close to your face, he asks you calmly to tell him about this photo of yours. When you tell him you wanted to make your own money this season to get him a gift, he immediately respects and admires your spirit, and gives you a soft kiss to the forehead. Though you can bet he'd be buying as many of these magazines that he could- he wasn't jealous. No, not at all. He just doesn't want more men to approach you like his workers previously did- doesn't want you to get uncomfortable! And yeah, okay, a little jealous, but he won't tell you that. Know what else he'd be buying? Tons of different Christmas outfits because you look amazing and he definitely wants to see more.

*SAEYOUNG:

You asked him for help with posing. Seriously. He's super excited for your shoot!! He'll help you find your comfort zone with tons of different poses they might ask you to do, and helps you tap into your inner beast, as Zen would have called it. When the day comes, he's right there as a personal cheerleader! Once it's edited, he's hacking into the photographers computer to get that picture of you so he can blow it up into a poster size print- now, hanging on the back of your shared bedroom door, is a picture of you in sexy Christmas apparel. He wants to leave it up year 'round- Saeyoung, please, no. You thought it would die down, he would fawn over you and you'd feel the love, then it would simmer down and the two of you could go back to being dorks without the sexy Santa fiasco! But, nope. He won't let you live it down. You will not hear the end of how sexy you are, which normally is really nice, but he's so dramatic- throwing himself to the floor, yelling that he's melting like the snow, you couldn't help but laugh at him now. Not to mention, you'd walked into your bedroom one night to see him in the exact same Santa outfit as you, posing in the most sexy way he could, just waiting for you to come in. It was awkward considering Saeran was helping you carry the presents you just bought to the bedroom and he opened the door first- you haven't seen him in 3 days, poor boy.

*JIHYUN:

May enjoy painting much more than photography, but that doesn't mean he completely /forgets/ everything he's learned from it, so he's got posing pointers for you! He also shows up at your photoshoot and almost gets kicked out for hovering over the photographers shoulder, trying to tell them what to do. "No no, move about half a centimeter to the left. Get the shine on her hair- are you kidding? She's beautiful all around, there's no 'good' side to her! They're all her good sides! Get them all!" He's soft and sweet but also very passionate about making sure you, and everyone else around you know how beautiful you are inside and out. He wants a copy of the photo to frame, but you have to talk him out of it. You don't... frame sexy photos like that and hang them up, Jihyun, it doesn't work that way, that's not the thing to do. He's just proud of you! Whether posing in sexy clothing is in your comfort zone or not, it can be nerve wracking and he's just very proud you stepped out there and did it! Thinks nothing of the outfit though, because he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. Yes, so it's short... and sexy... and you look incredibly hot.... but you look just as amazing to him in an oversized hoodie and sweat pants- so he thinks nothing of it! Just very supportive, as per usual.

*SAERAN:

An actual look of disgust when he looks at your photo on the front of the magazine. Not because of you or your outfit or anything, of course not! But because what kind of magazine is this?? Are you handing him some sort of porn? ARE PEOPLE LOOK AT SEXY NUDE PHOTOS OF YOU, HE'LL KILL THEM. Once you open the magazine and show him that hey it's a clothing catalogue, he still doesn't appreciate it. "It's false advertisement," he says. Which, he isn't really wrong. Goes on a complete rant about how it's false advertisement, it's just a ploy to get men to buy these magazines, that 'yes women can do what they want with their bodies but did a /man/ make this advertisement?? Did he put you up to doing this, MC? Do I need to kill a man for you??'. Suddenly becomes a women's advocate, right here, in the living room. You aren't upset, and you aren't taking him seriously- in fact you just keep laughing at him because he's making up different words to feel like he knows what he's talking about. In reality, you knew he was just flustered seeing you in this and he's trying to play it off. "Hey Saeran?" you called for his attention, smiling when his eyes met yours, "I got to keep the outfit, wanna go see?" Immediately, he's up on his feet and following you like a puppy.

*VANDERWOOD:

*squint* "That's not you."

Uh, yeah it is.

You tell him all about the process of how you got this job, why you got it, and how fun it was to actually go through with! The whole time, he's got his arms and his legs crossed, staring sharply. You're in a skimpy Santa outfit... on a published magazine.... where others can see... His eyes squint even more- he doesn't know how to feel. Yes, you look incredible and yes you're always sexy to him but others can see it too! That's the part he doesn't know how to feel. But, he sucks it up. Gotta be a good, loving, supportive boyfriend! And after a while, he can live with it- so long as you give him a behind the scenes look of the outfit. The one person he can't live with though, is Saeyoung. He says so much as a word about your outfit or that magazine in general, he's getting threatened with the taser. He's actually be tased, because he dressed up as you, in that outfit, and waited for Vanderwood to walk into your bedroom. You recorded it from the closet, it was great.

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avi-stella · 7 years

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It says request are open but its ok if your busy. So, i just realized like there is zero mysmess fics/imagines dealing with their military service. Like in korea military service is mandatory but like no one ever mentions it in the fandom. Do you know by any chance any fics that do,or even better can you do a small write with zen about it. I would die, but its ok if youre busy its just i really love your work and this has been bugging me a bit. Sorry for bothering you and have a beautiful day💜

I have no idea if I imagined it or not, but I’m pretty sure I saw something (I don’t know if it was an imagine or fanart or something) that actually had this subject, but I can’t remember for the life of me where I saw it, I’m sorry. ;_;I don’t know much about conscription in Korea, so I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies. This was fun to write. Thank you for requesting!

It was only for 21 months. It really didn’t sound too long of a time, but somehow, the idea of being away from Zen for that amount of time made you uneasy, especially since you never know what could happen during the actor’s conscription. Zen had avoided his conscription for a while now, wanting to put as much of his time and effort into acting, but Zen’s fame was starting to rise. If the public found out about his negligence of duty, it would reflect poorly on his image and the backlash would be severe. In the end, Zen decided to just get it over and done with, but even so, the thought of leaving you all alone while he served in the army terrified the both of you.

“I’ll be fine,” Zen spoke softly, but you couldn’t tell if it was a reassurance for himself or for you. His hand reached out to stroke your cheek, and it pained your heart when you felt the slightest of trembles against your skin. You lifted your own hand and placed it atop the actor’s, trying to steady it with your own shaky one.

“You’ll be fine…” you repeated, and again, it was difficult to tell just who exactly you were trying to convince. After a pause, you added, “I’ll be fine.”

Zen nodded, his free hand moving to wrap around your waist. It would be a while since you would feel this warmth again, and when that realization hit you, you flung yourself towards the actor’s chest. You both stumbled back a bit, but as soon as the pair of you were able to regain your footing, you buried your face into Zen’s chest while he pushed your body flush against his.

“Promise me you’ll come back.” Your voice was muffled, but Zen was still able to pick up on the strain in your voice.

“I promise,” Zen answered firmly, running his fingers through your hair. “I promise I’ll come back to you.”

Slowly, you pulled back from the actor to properly look at him, a sad and uncertain smile etched on your features. “…I’ll be waiting.”

Overwhelmed, Zen took your face into his hands and suddenly pulled you in for an intense kiss. It took you a moment to process what was happening, but as soon as you did, you started to kiss him back with just as much vigour. Zen’s lips tasted salty, but you weren’t sure if it was from your tears or his, trying to lessen as much space between the two of you as possible. After all, there would be nothing but lots of space between the pair of you as soon as Zen leaves.

The kiss became less like a kiss and more like a desperate attempt to mold your mouths together. Tongues swirled against one other while hands roamed across everywhere and wherever they can reach. Both you and Zen tried to memorize each other once more in this small moment, not knowing just how much things might change in the span of his conscription. You wanted to commit every detail to memory. The feel of his trembling figure. The taste of his mouth. The sound of his soft sighs against you. The smell of his shampoo. The sight of his glossy eyes staring back at you.

“I love you,” the actor whispered to you, afraid of speaking any louder as his voice might betray him and waver and crack.

“I love you too.”

Throughout the entirety of Zen’s time serving his country, you both tried to keep in contact each other as much as possible, especially with video chats since those helped alleviate the ache in your heart the most. It was terrifying and painful to think about what Zen might be doing now, if he was taking care of himself, but you would remember his promise of coming back to you, and it helped get you through the days.

The first few weeks were extremely difficult, a heavy sense of anxiety anchoring down your heart to your stomach. It was lonely in the apartment, and you often found yourself going over to somebody else’s place for company. Everybody, the RFA and Zen’s fans, were very supportive and encouraging towards both you and Zen the entire time, and you felt grateful towards them.

Counting the days only seemed to stress you out, so you eventually stopped, merely holding onto the hope that Zen would come home soon. …And he eventually did.

When you open the door, about to leave for a quick stroll around Zen’s usual morning run route, you stop in your tracks just before you can crash into someone. You heart hammers against your chest as you slowly bring your gaze upwards, and familiar red eyes lovingly greet you.

At first, you’re not too sure how to react, your mind still trying to catch up with what you were seeing. You merely stand there, frozen in spot as your mouth opens and close, trying to find your voice. Your widened eyes start to gloss over, and your vision becomes blurred. Before you know it, you’re screaming and crying, throwing yourself onto the actor who catches you with ease.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, ugly sobs leaving your lips, but you don’t care about that. All you care about is the familiar feeling of fingers threading through your hair. The familiar light and airy chuckle against your ears. The familiar flash of silvery white hair caught in the sun. The familiar sweet scent that you had grown to love and miss this entire time.

It’s only when the situation dawns on you more that you finally become aware of the wet droplets that fall onto your neck, Zen’s shoulders shaking underneath your arms. The actor tightens his hold against you, wanting to make up for all the lost time before pulling back so that he can kiss you on the lips, and you almost melt against him.

“Welcome home.”

#Mystic Messenger #Zen #Zen x Reader #F: Mystic Messenger #C: Zen (Mystic Messenger)#R: Teen #G: Angst #G: Fluff #reader insert #avisteliterature #valancystirling48 #avisanswers #fic request

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