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❤️️ BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! ONCE YOU ARE GIVEN THIS AWARD YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PASTE IT IN THE ASKS OF 8 PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT. IF YOU BREAK THE CHAIN NOTHING HAPPENS, BUT IT'S SWEET TO KNOW SOMEONE THINKS YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT ❤️️ 💖💖
WAAAH thank u so much lea, getting it back made me really happy 🥺
WAH thank you so much Lea, I really wanted to portray Unknown the way you had described and hearing this from you- I'm so glad I was able to accomplish that! He's a creepy little lover boy who doesn't know how to act around you, at ALL O.O
This really means a lot to me, I'm so happy to know that you had a great time immersing in it!! Thank you for taking the time to review this, it really encourages me to write more and be more confident about my work ♡
Hello!
So…let’s say Unknown’s been stalking you for a while before he finally cons you into going to the apartment. I like to think that there are plenty of little instances where he finds reasons to (literally) bump into you or pops up in places to creepily observe you…because, you know, he’s obsessed it’s part of his job. Could you maybe write about some of those instances? ^^
okay HI first off i just wanna say i think you’re really nice and epic and SOBS thank you for reblogging my work, i love seeing the kind words you send my way >v< ALSO I AM sorry this took a while, i've been writing it for weeks now i think but sob I GOT BUSY ;~; i meant it to be like 3 scenes but ended up with 2-
that being said *rubs hands together* here we go with our favorite lil stalker boy! forgive me if i made a part of it funny, i just think it REALLY would be and he wouldn’t be scary just awkward
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stalker unknown
words: 1,139
It’s three o’ clock on a Thursday afternoon and all you really want is your favorite milk tea. This last stop before you make it home isn’t a part of your weekly routine, no, but the shop is a place you usually frequent.
Which is why Unknown chose this spot to work today. With the right clothes and a properly secured wig, he blended right in with the rest of the customers. He chose a little corner for himself and got set up, opening his laptop and pulling up hacked surveillance cameras that tracked your movements. On his phone was a glowing dot that seemed to be getting closer.
According to his calculations, the chances of you coming here today were around 28.5 to 42.8%. Of course, the chances of him running into you would go up to 100% if he was there every single day. So really, it was only a matter of time before you’d be in the same room. It’s just that he didn’t quite expect to see you so soon, not when it was only his second day here.
But the bell above the door chimed. And the face he’d only ever known in pixels was suddenly mere feet away from him.
You were so beautifully unaware of his presence, patiently waiting in line and looking wide-eyed at the seasonal menu they had until it was your turn to order.
Unknown had risen from his seat and taken the spot in line behind you, his footsteps silent so as not to get your attention. All he could see was your profile but god, did you smell different.
He couldn’t quite tell what it was but something about your scent drew him in, like a drug that commanded him to lean closer and closer and closer, but just before he can trip over his feet, he gets ahold of himself quite literally. His palms are flat against the wall of the counter, and he pushes himself upright as inconspicuously as he could.
Unknown could only be thankful that you didn't so much as lift your eyes away from your phone.
That was too close. He had to mumble an order and run straight back to his seat, put some distance between you so he could collect his wits a little. This is exactly why he had chosen to do this alone- he knew there was absolutely no way he wouldn’t make a fool of himself one way or another.
That, and he didn’t want any other believers to lay their eyes on you. You were his assignment, and no one else’s.
He sighs in front of his laptop before looking at you again, mentally arguing with himself over whether to get a closer look at you again or not. Vaguely, you get this crawling feeling in the back of your neck, so you quickly claim your drink the minute it’s ready.
Before he can stand from his seat, you’re already out the door.
Damn it.
—————
It’s a few minutes til four and you’re staring at the clock, hoping and praying that the minutes pass by quicker somehow. Your surname was so close to being called on the list- your professor doing rounds of recitation because it accounted for 10% of your grade.
All this dread was at the forefront of your mind, you barely even noticed the boy on the opposite end of the room, slumped against his chair with legs wide apart.
There was not much time for a disguise today. And honestly? It didn't seem like he needed one. Way too many college students flitted in and out of campus, the chances of him standing out or being remembered were little to none.
Besides, he'd passed by enough students who had more... interesting fashion choices than he did.
In a strange sort of way, he pitied you and the way you had to sit through a class as boring as this one. And not only that- you had to study for it, too. He found himself growing impatient, stifling the impulse to bounce his leg.
You could do so much more... be so much more.
Your professor calls your name, and your head snaps towards him. This gets Unknown's attention, too, and you both listen intently at the question being posed to you.
Immediately, an answer begins forming your head. You nod slowly and swallow before speaking, explaining in the simplest way you could manage to.
And your voice. Unknown didn't realize that there was a possibility of him hearing you talk today, because you were almost always so silent during lectures. The only times you’d speak were before or after the class, if you were lucky enough to have made friends.
But there you were, mere feet away from him- so real and alive. It was almost enough for him to walk right up to you and take you away… but not right now.
Not yet.
He did his best to remain stoic. Alone in his intelligence room, he could look as fascinated as he wanted to- he never had to hold back. But this, hearing your voice and the way it inflected, the way your tone would shift from steady to shy and unsure… oh, the ways he would toy with you, the ways he wanted your voice to sound just for him.
Your professor doesn’t have much to change about your answer, only expounding on it a little and closing the discussion with it, leaving a question for the class to ponder until the next meeting. And so, the class files out of the door. Even if you hang back a little, you can’t avoid getting bumped into a little bit on your way out. It’s a feeling you’re familiar with by now, and so, when Unknown’s shoulder nudges your own, when his arm brushes against yours- you don’t even turn to get a glimpse of him. All you do is duck your head and keep walking, eager to leave the crowded hallway.
Unknown, on the other hand, had stopped right in his tracks.
He just felt your skin against his own.
The man gulps, inhaling deeply what was left of your scent that had lingered in the air. It smelled just as strange as it had, that day he first got a whiff of it. Why is it that you smelled so… sweet?
That was it for him. Instead of following the rest of your schedule, he drove straight back to Magenta, locking the door right behind him as he entered the intelligence room and made a beeline for the computers.
On the walk back to your apartment, you feel the familiar buzz of a text message from your phone.
…Hello… ?
Can you see this? …Finally connected. Thank god.
It’s not everyday you get a text from a stranger.
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@little-butterfly-writes || eats u both AAAAA thank you so much, i love you guys you're so so sweet TwT ♡ ok i go scream to myself now
Thank you for the tags, @quirky-and-kind + @agent-bee !! :D
on the left we have me, Sophie as Vandy's GF herself, we were on a date and obviously I stole his coat 😎 and on the right is Sophie showing up at the bunker to demand Saeyoung Choi for some attention 😩
gonna tag: @galaxytastes (ik u love these), @luxielle, @little-butterfly-writes, and anyone else who want to join!
the lovely @slothssassin tagged me to make a few of my OCs in this dress up game
Aedra Lavellan//Andy Shepard
Myra Hawke//Evangeline Cousland
tagging @starsandskies @oxygenforthewicked @nothisis-ridiculous and whoever else would like to :)
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.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ♥️♥️♥️
SCREAAAMS, thank you so much lea!!! 🥺💗