(Tr) İyi geceler~
(En) Good night~
Song: Miss Americana-Taylor Swift
(Tr) İyi geceler~
(En) Good night~
Song: Miss Americana-Taylor Swift
MC Now : lololol I will keep that until my death
This has been sitting in my inbox for who knows how long, and then I was half way through writing it when I realized that it said headcanons and not oneshot lmao. I’m a mess, anyway-
Word Count: 1,248
This was the last time. You had stormed out his place after…well, that was the thing. You hadn’t done anything to offend him. You didn’t think so, at least.
Seven didn’t have the best childhood, you knew that. So you tried to be understanding whenever he needed space or didn’t want to be around people sometimes. In fact, you’d be lying if you’d said you yourself hadn’t gotten like that before.
a/n: i’m sorry this took a long time to answer and thank you so much! i also enjoy your writing darl, hope you enjoy this.
Hey hey! You absolutely may request that!! This was very much a rollercoaster to write, I’ve been very stressed lately and this actually helped a lot with that, so thank you very much for the request!! Parts of it did very much hurt my heart to write because I’m very much a fluff writer, but I loved the challenge and had lots of fun!! I hope you enjoy!!
Empty Soda Cans and Doorsteps
Ship: Seven x MC
Word Count: 1,698
Genre: Angst to Fluff
It started with a nudge. I just nudged his knee with mine, that was all. I didn’t even think he’d notice.
Seven was sitting next to me on the couch while I watched TV, but his computer was on his lap and his headphones were up. He’d been working on this assignment for the past five days with no full nights of sleep, only a handful of power naps a day. I didn’t necessarily need his attention, I knew he needed to work on this. But I missed seeing his smile. I missed sneaking into bed with him late at night and just snuggling, basking in each other’s presence before dozing off. I missed his warm, loving hugs, and sharing bowls of cereal at midnight. Even when he had lots of work, he would always make time for me. He used to. But he was getting so distant, I really just wanted to coax him into just a little smile, at least.
So I started with a nudge. Just a simple tap of our knees. I wanted to gauge how far I needed to go. I thought I’d work my way up from a nudge. But he scowled. He scowled. He never scowled. Something seriously must be up. And I was going to get to the bottom of it.
I walked out of our bedroom to go to the kitchen, passing through the living room to check up on him. Still on the couch. This time, I’d do more than a nudge. But something less aggressive. I stood behind the couch silently and pondered for a moment until an idea struck me. I grinned and leaned over, placing a small kiss on the top of his head. I barely noticed when he slightly jumped from surprise, then simply scratched his cheek and continued to work. It was my turn to scowl. Why couldn’t I get through to him? All I wanted was some sort of acknowledgement of my presence. Was that so much to ask for? I sighed and continued to the kitchen to grab two cans of soda from the fridge. I cracked one open and took a sip then proceeded to crack the other one open, quickly walking up to Seven and placing it quietly on the coffee table in front of him. Still no reaction. Not even a flicker in his eyes.
This was going to be hard.
I rang out my now wet hair with a towel. Looking at myself in the foggy mirror, a new idea struck. I wrapped the towel around my body and pushed my hair back. Slowly and quietly, I gripped my hand around the bathroom door knob and pushed it open. I stalked down the hall, leaving behind a trail of water droplets on the ground. I quickly made my way over to the couch, claiming my spot next to him. I crossed my legs and placed my hands gently on my knees. I glared at him out of the corner of my eye, seeing no reaction. I groaned and started to get up when I noticed a small bit of soda on the dipped rim of the can. I reached forward and grabbed it, to find that it was empty. I looked over at him with a soft smile and made my way to the kitchen. I knew he was doing the best he could. This must have been a really hard time for him, but that doesn’t excuse his complete disregard for my presence! I shook my head and pulled another can from the fridge, cracking it open for him. I placed it on the coffee table once more before making my way back towards our room for a small nap.
Stretching my arms over my head, I let out a small yawn. I bounced off the bed and stretched my legs a bit. Satisfying naps aside, there had to be something I could do to get Seven’s attention.
I pondered for a moment, figuring out my options, mentally scrolling through ideas. It had to be something that would make him smile, nothing aggressive, nothing scary… I finally had some semblance of an idea form and decided to just go for it. For the millionth time that day, I made my way over to the couch and plopped down next to him with a smirk. I snuggled up next to him and looked at his eyes. Still no recognition. Time for phase two. I snake my hand up his arm and to headphones, kissing his cheek as a distraction. I pulled up the closest side of his headphones and meowed in his ear softly. And I finally got a reaction.
He mumbled again, a little louder but still not loud enough.
“I said, what are you doing?!” He erupted. Absolutely erupted, like a volcano the whole town thought was dormant but finally erupts, shocking and killing everyone.
“W-what do you mean…? I just thought-”
“Whatever you thought, just stop. You know I’m trying to work and you’ve been bothering me all. fucking. day. Just leave me alone, please. I don’t have time for you!” His angered expression faltered, as if he was shocked by his own words. I felt my face get hot and my vision became foggy with the welling tears. I pushed myself back and slowly stood up.
“Okay.” I smiled at him softly and with tears in my eyes walked away. Not toward our bedroom like I’m sure he thought I would. No, I walked right out the front door. I didn’t go far. In fact, I never even left the door step. I calmly shut the door behind me and simply sat on the doorstep and waited. I didn’t know what I was waiting for. I didn’t expect him to follow me outside, he obviously had better things to do right now. So I just…sat.
I sat in silence, lazily watching a little trail of ants walk by a few feet away as a few stray tears rolled down my cheeks. Until I heard a creak. And a gasp.
I turned my head to identify where the voice had come from and tipped it up to see Seven, his hand over his mouth.
“O-oh my god, you’re still here…” His hands shook. He quickly stepped in front of me and knelt down, grabbing my shoulders and my cheeks and my hands in his. They felt wet. He looked me dead in the eyes, and only then did I see how red and swollen they were. I felt a pang in my heart looking in his eyes, those eyes that were filled with so much pain and fear. I couldn’t take it, so I looked down. I looked at his feet, I looked at his hands that were wet with tears and holding mine, I looked anywhere but his face. Anywhere but his eyes.
And then I felt him press his lips to my forehead. I felt his arms wrap around me and I felt him squeeze me so tight, like I was going to disappear. Like I was going to get up and leave him. Like I was going to never come back. He kissed my forehead again. And my left cheek. Then my right. He hugged me tighter and whispered in my ear so softly I almost didn’t hear him.
“I didn’t mean what I said, I…I don’t k-know what I’m doing or w-what I’m saying, you know I always have time for you, all of my time is for you…you deserve a-all the time and attention i-in the world and you deserve so much m-more than me…but…b-but just…”
“Please…don’t leave me, yet…”
His voice was shaking horribly. I hugged him back, gripping the back of his shirt, balling my hands up into tight fists as I began to cry again.
“I won’t, I won’t ever, I won’t ever leave you…” I repeated over and over again. He pulled back to look at me in the eyes again. This time, his swollen eyes were filled with shock, and joy. That little glimmer of joy that I missed so much.
“You…you won’t…?” He asked softly, the corners of his mouth twitching as if they wanted to form a smile but didn’t want to too soon.
“I won’t, I promise” I gave him a soft smile through my tears. He smiled back. He smiled. He smiled and I was so happy. I couldn’t begin to describe how happy I was to see his smile. I started to laugh. I started to laugh through the tears and kiss all over his face. I kissed his forehead, his temples, his cheeks, his nose. I hugged him back just as tight. He chuckled a bit, just a bit at first. And then his laughter matched mine and he grabbed my hands in his once again. He stood up, bringing me with him. He brushed a stray tear from my cheek with one hand and then led me back inside with the other.
Laying in bed, I snuggled up close next to Seven. It was early, but we were both so drained that we decided to turn in early. God, I missed this. He rolled to face me and smiled warmly as I brushed the hair away from his eyes. They were no longer puffy from tears, they were no longer filled with pain that I never wanted to see again. I smiled contently and stroked his cheek. I kissed his right eyebrow, making him close his eyes, and then kissed his eyelid.
“What are you doing?” He chuckled softly with a wide smile, but proceeded to do the same to me. I giggled and placed my hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. I tipped my head and placed it in the crook of his neck while I snaked my arm around his waist, pulling him close. Surrounded by his scent and his warmth and his love, there was nowhere else in the world I would rather be than right here.
I match you with 707!
Okay so this is my first ever headcannon, and also my first time writing for the characters from Mystic Messenger so please let me know if they aren’t in character or if there’s anything I can improve on! Hope you enjoy!
“I know you haven’t done this before, but I’m gonna make you feel good. And if you don’t like it, just say stop, okay?”
He kept his word.
You’re sure you look absolutely stupid right now, legs spread wide open with Saeyoung in between and you’re moaning embarrassingly loud. But it feels so good, the way his tongue flattens against your labia, his fingers pumping in and out while his mouth works its magic.
He peers up, and his fingers are still exploring your wet heat and you nearly laugh at how casual he is about this. “Good so far?”
“Yeah,” you breathe out. “Really good. Way too good. Where did you even learn this?”
Saeyoung puffs out his chest almost comically as he sends you his cheesy, stupid wink. “Not important. But let’s finish the show, hm?”
Hey! Thank you for waiting so long! Here you are, I hope you enjoy the Headcanon! Please tell me your opinion!
(saeyoung choi/707/luciel choi)
(*≧∀≦*) fluff (*≧∀≦*)
(i do not mean to offend anyone with this post, i am myself what my friends call a “part-time trap” and this was something just self indulgent)
warning: suggestive at some moments
a/n: sorry for not posting, i’ve been struggling with course work + i’ve been debating on making a twitter for my nsfw art
Note: Hey all! I love this boy, so I wanted to write a lil fanfic for him
Warning(s): A lil bit of kissing, lot’s of fluff
The soft sunlight shines through the crack in the curtains, bathing the couple. They were both dozing, something that you could infer by the snoring that filled the room. It was a Sunday morning, and the two had stayed up until the early hours the night before- courtesy of Seven’s constant rambling. A cool breeze wafted in slightly, causing the girl to shiver. A ringing sound breaks the comfortable silence, followed by vibrations.
I match you with 707!
Pair - Choi Saeyoung (707) x Reader
Description - Every Sunday, a boy named Saeyoung would give you a small handwritten letter. One day, those letters never came, a few years passed and you met the RFA but then the letters started to show up again.
Growing up in a religious house hold, you would always be dragged to church everyday. Your parents would always dress you formally as if they’re taking you to your coronation to be a ruler or something.
Going to church wasn’t bad, you tend to almost fall asleep sometimes but other than that it was good. Parents and their kids would come up and try talking with your family, you’d play with the other kids and have fun sometimes.
Until you met him.
A boy who seemed like he was a few months older than you. He wore a black jacket and had particularly red hair. He was the boy that always stood at the corner, trying to join in the other kids.
But he was always with a blonde girl who seemed like thats his older sister. Feeling bad, you went up to introduce yourself to him.
“Hi, I’m MC, whats your name?” you smiled politely, offering your hand to shake.
“Um…Saeyoung.” he awkwardly takes the hand shake, a small smile appearing on his face.
You noticed how pretty his eyes were, not only did he have bright red hair, his eyes are golden…and very pensive, always deep in thoughts.
Both of you grew close real quick though he doesn’t like to talk much about his family, you understand, of course! Its his right if he wants to keep something like family a secret.
He’s probably just a private person you thought to yourself and just shrugged it off thinking nothing of it and continued to play with him.
You learned that he’s always dreamed of becoming an astronaut, flying to the moon and marrying their significant other in the moon.
One day, you didn’t see him for a bit but, you did get a small handwritten letter from him. It was folded neatly and the nice blonde girl gave it to you.
‘Mc! I’m sorry I can’t come to church today :(,
my house is a bit…rusty so I had to miss church this week, but thats fine, I’ll be sure to go next week :), by the way, did you know I got baptised a few weeks ago?
it slipped my mind and i never really got the chance to told you! So I asked one of my good friends to give you this letter, sorry I couldn’t tell you in person…
I’d like to talk more but-
Oh shoot, my moms calling me to dinner got to go :(
Every two weeks, he’d sometimes miss church but everytime he did, a letter would be given to you instead.
‘MC! I haven’t been feeling well lately and I caught a really bad flu so I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to church for a while.
But I’ll still try to write letters to you tho because I don’t want you to feel lonely!
Mc, thank you for all the fun memories in church even if it was short :(
Please live a happy life and I pray to God that you will!!
I don’t know when I will be back but just know I won’t be too far from you :D
Bye-bye for now!!
It sounded like a goodbye letter and you weren’t liking it. The next week, thankfully you got another letter.
‘Haha! Did I scare you? I’d never write an emotional goodbye letter to you.
Mc, how are you? I hope you’re doing well!! I’ve moved to a new school and made new friends, its fun! We learned alot of new stuff but I can’t tell you because its a secret ;)
I’ve been getting into computers lately and how interesting they actually are.
Like did you know that coding isn’t that hard? I learned how to write ‘Hello World!’ by coding and I’m so proud!!
Oh, I have to go back and finish some classworks and projects.
Wait for my next letter, okay?
Saeyoung was right.
He would never send an emotional goodbye letter.
Why? Because that was the last letter he sent before disappearing.
The woman who was always with Saeyoung disappeared as well. It was as if they never existed at all. You shrugged it off thinking they probably moved or something.
Fast forward to a few years passing and you were now a someone who’s looking for a job.
You looked at the convenience store to see if anyone was offering jobs.
A man behind you laughed, “Lady, if you’re not going to take anything, can you move so I can pass by please?” he politely said.
You quickly apologized bowing slightly and walked to the side, allowing them to pass and grab the item they wanted.
You looked at him for a moment and raised an eyebrow, he looks familiar, sort of.
He wore a black hoodie that covered his hair color. But something about his aura felt familiar like as if they knew each other for years.
You were about to ask them if they knew each other but he immediately paid the chips and walked out.
“Hey, are you looking for a job?” a man with white hair asks.
You nodded, basically you were desperate.
“Cool, I’ll explain the details once we have a short interview tomorrow, how about here?” he gives you a card that has an address, a phone number and a weird combination of numbers.
“….okay…” you say, hesitating slightly.
This is going to be fun, I guess..
The next day came sooner than you expected and now she’s heading towards the address, you check the place and see that its nothing suspicious. It was just a regular apartment.
You knocked on the door, no response.
Knocking once again, you didn’t hear a response so you decide to text the man.
‘…hello?’ you texted.
‘just enter the passcode i wrote on the paper.’ he replied.
you hesitantly typed in the passcode and just like that, you entered the room.
“Hello?” you said.
No one’s there.
Suddenly, your phone lit up, saying a new notification has arrived, you clicked on it thinking it was the man.
But it wasn’t
“Congratulations, the RFA app has officially been installed on your phone.” you read it out loud.
You opened the app and checked what it was.
Was it some sort of virus?
While looking through the app, you didn’t realize it was actually a chatroom app with actual people.
‘Wait..I think someones in the chatroom.” a silver haired man says.
“You’re right!” someone who goes by the username 707 says.
Looking at the profile picture, you weren’t sure if it was the same boy from all those years ago..
And you were determined to find out.
‘Hello?’ you typed into the chatroom.
I’ll upload the next part next week!!
Happy Mother’s day everyone<3
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