Mystictober Day 7: Favorite Cg / Matching

mystictober day 7: favorite cg / matching

saeyoung + favorite cg + matching

words: 525

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!! reader is wearing a dress, but nothing other than that is specified.

also, this isn't my favorite cg cause i cannot pick one, but it's definitely one of them <3

You feel yourself go still as his hands wrap around you, as his chin hooks over your shoulder. He has you surrounded now, and you know well enough that there's no getting out of this. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide- not in this bunker, not when you're in the hands of God Seven himself.

The heat of his breath tickles your skin and coaxes bumps to come to its surface. You swallow thickly, and you can hear it in your ears when you do- in fact, you can hear almost everything in your ears, including the hammering of your heartbeat. His hands are large enough to splay over your back as he slowly pulls down the zipper of your dress- and this, this you can hear too, every little click that each pair of teeth from the zipper makes resounds in your ears. It's this very sound that seals your fate.

You can feel the fabric slipping down your shoulders almost torturously, grazing against your elbows as it falls down your arms.

Maybe it should scare you, the fact that you're standing almost fully bare in your boyfriend’s arms, but you don’t feel an ounce of fear at all. With hands on his shoulders, thumbs hooked under the collar of his jacket, you rest your head against his as you push his jacket down until it falls to the floor, joining your dress.

As much as Saeyoung wanted to rid himself of the rest of his clothes, this was a game. He had to be patient, had to take a deep breath as he felt the pads of your fingers brush against his muscled abs before you lifted his hoodie off. He cups your cheek and presses his lips against your skin languidly, trailing down until they linger in the crook of your neck.

So that’s how you want to play?

You act as an exact mirror of him, both hands coming up behind his neck to cradle his head, lips leaning in to start kissing right below his jaw, getting lower and lower until you make it to the very same spot he chose to focus on.

Exhaling slowly, the feeling of your warmth makes his little hairs stand on their ends, their own special greeting for you. You can hear it, the way you breathe, the way he breathes, each gentle brush of skin on skin and every little kiss you give each other.

It’s a game.

With an upwards drag of your tongue flat against his neck, his free hand clutches at your shoulder, jaw falling slack to let his teeth graze against your pulse point.

Maybe it’s something beyond your comprehension, something more powerful than the both of you that connects you both together. Maybe it’s all the time you’ve spent together, or maybe it’s simply because you’re the 606 to his 707-

But when you bite down, he does too, teeth sinking into skin, lips latching, sucking; tongues laving down at each other’s fresh bruises, at the matching marks you’ve made for the world to see.

He chuckles darkly against your skin.

This is only the beginning.

mystictober day 10: seven x mc + space station

seven x mc + space station

words: 690

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!! this i dedicate to jay, @galaxytastes, my one and only starboy. THANK YOU for bringing dear sev into my life.

You're on the moon.

This, you know because of the view of Earth before you- an image you had only ever seen on screen was right before your very eyes. Below you were craters of moondust, and you stand to look outside the glass pane that separates you from the moon’s atmosphere.

Fifteen.

There are fifteen little redhead children running around in circles, leaving clouds in their wake. They don’t seem to be wearing any spacesuits, nor you for that matter- a quick glance at your reflection confirming what you had already suspected. You were in your normal clothes.

“Honey?” a familiar voice calls out, reverberating against the steel walls of the vessel you stand in. Whipping your head around to face him, you greet your husband with a smile, beckoning him to join you. And here he was: the king of the redheads himself, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You should stop letting them have that stuff,” you hear yourself say matter-of-factly. “I know that’s what you just did.”

“What? Nonsense, angel! It’s important that they know what the superior soda is before anyone else can change their wee little minds! Even if they have to share one can,” he chuckles proudly, puffing his chest out.

“Sev,” your voice carries that tone reserved for situations like this. “We’re the only ones here. No one can tell them that anything’s better than PhD Pepper… except maybe me,” you giggle, and he shakes his head before wrapping his arms around your waist, carrying you to the other end of your moon-house.

“Oh yes, you…”

Your cries and protests are only met with tickles before he finally sets you down in front of a giant telescope.

“I wanna show you something,” Saeyoung whispers with a wicked grin, eyebrows wiggling in excitement.

“What did you do this time, huh?”

“Look into the telescope, my star.”

And so, you do, but not without giving him a look of suspicion.

You’re met with the sight of your name. Beside his, and now your, surname.

Toggling with the lenses, you zoom the telescope out a little bit to see what your married name had been on: a mountain. On Earth.

Your mouth falls into a gasp. Blindly, you reach over to smack his arm. “No, no you didn’t-”

He adjusts his glasses with a smirk that you can’t see.

“Why yes, yes I did, with the help of my trusty laser. Now everyone will know that I married you at the space station,” his voice goes from pride to fondness, pulling you away from the telescope and into his arms.

“Earth knows I love you. Mars is next,” a hushed whisper from your husband as he leans down to capture your lips with his in a chaste kiss. You feel yourself sigh against him as he pulls away, squeezing both of your hands.

“Naming all those stars was enough, you know?” you mumble, blushing.

“No way! I told ya, all the planets in the galaxy should know!” he chuckles and rubs your arms, kissing your forehead.

He feels warmer this time. You feel this forehead kiss even more than the one earlier and-

Your eyes fly open, met with the sight of your boyfriend pulling himself away from your face. He jumps back, glasses askew with a hand clutching at his chest.

You blink at your surroundings, at Saeyoung’s monitors glowing behind him, at the walls of the bunker- the chip crumbs on his side of the bed.

“Woah there angel, you scared me!” he laughs, coming back to cuddle you again.

“I dreamt of you,” you say, your voice a faraway thing while you try to sink back into reality.

“Of me?” he says overdramatically, his hand returning to its position on his chest. “What did this lucky alien boy do to make it in your dreams, huh?”

Seven ruffles your hair gently and presses a kiss to your shoulder before hooking his chin over it, awaiting your response.

“There were fifteen baby tomatoes, the moon, and a laser.”

“Tell me everything.”

u and ur fave look hot together

WAH thank you so much, Lea!! We all know how much he loves a performance and you know that joining in would be the icing on the cake.

Honestly this was such a ride to write because I didn't know where it was going yet, all I had was the song. I'm happy the candy served its role properly, and that I was able to accomplish what I had hope to with the mood and how it leaves you! All your words mean so so much to me, all the time. Thank you.

mystictober day 3: candy

saeyoung + favourite chat / candy

words: 889

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“Caaaandy~”

Your boyfriend sings as he selects his assortment from the shelves, holding the bags of sweets in his arms and dropping them into the cart you were pushing along.

Saeyoung smirks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, positioning his lips right at your ear.

“She's sweet like candy in my veins~”

No one else was in the aisle, and so, no one else was there to see it when he swayed you as he sang- when he kissed your cheek and let it linger. You can't help the grin that breaks out on your face, blushing and reaching out to pinch his cheek.

“You're going to eat all this candy alone?” you giggle, shaking your head at the copious amounts of sweets he had chosen. It's not like the bunker would be part of trick or treat. There was certainly no giving out of candy to children.

Well, except for the overgrown child who was paying for them in the first place.

“Wouldn't you like to know, angel?” He winks with a ruffle of your hair. Still behind you, he grabs hold of the handles and pushes the cart to the counter with you between his arms, his chin resting on your head. The sleeves of his jacket had draped over your shoulders, surrounding you with his warmth and the distinct smell of a certain soda. Of course he spilled PhD Pepper on his jacket.

When you get to the register, he one-handedly unloads all his treats onto the conveyor, internally laughing at the way people behind you in line were staring at what you were buying. You were used to this, having witnessed strangers survey the contents of your own shopping cart all the time, but the grocery store wasn't Saeyoung's natural habitat. And in true Saeyoung nature, he finds a way to make it entertaining.

“Honey, do you think this is enough for the kids?“ he asks, rubbing the side of your arm and holding you close.

In a snap, you've gotten on the same page with him, smiling brightly and cooing at the man fondly.

“Of course, dear. There's enough for seconds and thirds and any more or their teeth fall off!“

The redhead smirks, looking down at you with that proud twinkle in his eyes. All he does in response is kiss the top of your head, reaching over and handing the cashier some money to pay. Everyone's eyes widen at the thought of children consuming that much candy, and so, the mission is accomplished... but when has your boyfriend ever stopped at the bare minimum?

“Oh! The dance recital, isn't that today?“ Saeyoung looks at you with faux worry, mirroring the expression of a forgetful dad as he carries the bags for you.

“Yes, darling, it isn't for another few hours. We have some time to kill before then,“ you purr suggestively, leaning up to run the bridge of your nose along his jaw in front of the entire supermarket. Make him proud and beat him at his own game. That's the plan.

He chuckles wordlessly and squeezes your side as you walk out. You don't see the darkened look in his eyes as you head towards his shiny red sports car that looked way out of place in this parking lot. Oblivious, you smile to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat while he swings the bag onto the center armrest. And then he swings himself into the car, too. In the time it takes to push the key into the ignition and turn the car on, you've somehow managed to snag some sour tape from his purchases.

The candy is hanging from your mouth when he turns to face you, and he bursts out in laughter at the sight. With a smirk he leans over and bites onto the other end of the tape, wiggling his eyebrows and throwing a flirtatious wink at you.

“C'mon, ya know ya wanna taste some of this sugar too~“ he says, but it's muffled by the candy in your mouth. You giggle, and together, you create your own version of the Spaghetti Kiss from Lady and the Tramp, your faces getting closer and closer with each bite. The heat rising in your cheeks doesn't bother you- it's something you've gotten used to when you were around him.

The silence is thick, weighing down on you like a blanket; but it doesn't suffocate you. His eyes never leave yours, something playful dancing in those golden pools of honey that you know you will be meeting very soon. But time seems to slow, and it's as if you can't nibble on the sour tape fast enough. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin now, the telltale sensation that lets you know what's coming next.

When the very last bit of candy disappears, Saeyoung hooks his fingers under your chin and pulls you in, a little mmmf pressed from your mouth to his as he kisses you deeply, tongue running over the remnants of sugar that coats your lips. You're not exactly sure what he's intent on devouring- the candy, or you, but as he pulls away, you don't miss the glint that shines in his eyes.

He definitely breaks a few speed laws getting back to the bunker.

Oh, Lea... my heart.

I know I explained this before but I'll do it better this time- I'm so overjoyed that the feelings and emotions, the reader's love for Vanderwood were so very crystal clear to everyone.

Realistic... because it's real. And I didn't know how to admit that until I read your review. I don't know how else to explain it other than. Than. I love him SOBS I love him, plain and simple.

This was obviously very very self-indulgent which is why I was nervous to post it. It was just one chunk of feelings without ANY dialogue, none whatsoever. That being said, I'm so so crazy happy that you enjoyed the read. How you described it is always what I am for with everything I write: honest and emotional. Thank you, Lea.

mystictober day 1: favorite character/ring

vanderwood + ring

words: 730

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You carefully threaded the beads one by one, meticulously bringing your design to life. Eight white beads, four black beads, two purple beads, and six smaller gold spacers arranged around one letter-

The letter V.

You secure the ring with a knot, tugging a little and ensuring it was tight enough before trimming the string. Satisfied, you try it on your left hand and hold it up to the light, admiring how it looked.

In restrospect, it might have seemed like a silly little idea. But with your boyfriend-who-isn't-your-boyfriend away on a mission, what else could you do?

Really, you found yourself filling in idle moments of the day by staring at the ring, brushing your thumb against the beads and absentmindedly fiddling with it. You never took it off, not really.

You wanted to keep him with you, even if he wasn't around.

You didn't know when he was coming back. If he was coming back. Where he even was. Such is the life of an agent, you remember him saying one night, his arm around your waist and his fingers twiddling with the material of your shirt.

There was no way for you to contact him. All you could do was hope.

You looked at the facts. This was Vanderwood- the man was built like a machine, his scars proof of his continued survival from mission to mission. This was Vanderwood- a man who has been in this business longer than Seven has, a man who was too stubborn to ever go down easily.

This was Vanderwood.

Surely, he would come back to you.

Right?

You pretended not to count the days, to be unaware of how much time has passed since he left. But every night you'd sleep on his side of the bed, pull the sheets up to your nose and drown in whatever was left of his scent, try in vain to replicate the warmth he always wrapped you in- but to no avail.

It was always worth a try though. There wasn't much else you could do.

At least you could sleep at night.

Vanderwood, however, could not.

The man was never of many words, but somehow, he had gone even more quiet. During the mission, all Seven could do was glance at him sympathetically when he wasn't looking. The redhead didn't want to push, but he knew one thing was for sure:

Vanderwood just wanted to get this over with.

He would never say it aloud, but for the first time in his life, he badly wanted to come back. To make it out alive. Yes, he had always tried his best not to die, but now- but now-

He had you.

Vanderwood was not a selfish man. It was less about losing you and more about you losing him. He couldn't do that to you. Couldn't bear to think of how that would make you feel.

You would not waste your tears. He would make sure of that.

The night he makes it back- because of course he makes it back- he finds you fast asleep in bed, clinging tightly to his pillow. Moonlight pours in through the glass of the window, making it seem as though you were glowing. But the light shines on your ring, making the beads glimmer in the dark of the night.

For a man as large as he was, Vanderwood remained quiet, soundless as he moved closer to get a better look at the ring. It wasn't there when he left. The worst scenarios immediately run through his mind, worry flooding his system before he zeroes in on the very center of the ring, on the letter surrounded by his signature colors- the letter V.

He sighs in relief, almost even feels his eyes go misty- not that he'd ever confess that. Instead, he carefully climbs into bed and holds you, succumbing to the best sleep he's had in a while.

In the morning, you wake up with familiar, strong arms around you. You don't have to open your eyes- you know he's still sleeping. So you inhale deeply, breathing him in before pressing the softest kiss on his chin. Your arms embrace him, and the world outside each corner of the very bed falls away.

The rest of the world could wait. Your world was already here, right where it belongs.

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