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My art fight card!!

So lazy i made tgis 3 and a half hours before the event starts😭😭😭

Also less funny ver

Link to my art fight profile on my pinned post!!

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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

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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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Ooh, requests! Could I maybe get....38 + Ray? ^^

Hi!! Thank you so much for the request! Writing for Ray is something that's definitely out of my comfort zone, I hope I did him justice here <3

#38. Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt

Hidden amongst the bushes of the gardens at Mint Eye, it feels like you and Ray are the only two people on earth.

This morning, he knocked on your door and asked you to come on a walk with him in the gardens. There’s a flower bush that he wanted to show you that had recently bloomed. It’s worth the detour through untrimmed grass and narrow passages to see the flowers. The whole bush is blooming in varying shades of purple and blue. He tells you that they’re hydrangeas, a new plant he’s recently been tending to in this part of the gardens.

“I missed you yesterday, Ray. You said you had a lot of work to do…. Did you get enough rest afterwards?”

“Oh… I missed you too! I’m happy you were thinking about me. Thinking about seeing you today made my work go by much faster!”

He’s avoiding the question, though you already know the answer. The dark circles under his eyes have gotten worse since you last saw him.

You impulsively reach for him, wrapping your fingers around the exposed skin of his wrist. He’s too far away from you, always too far away. His pulse races under your fingertips. Even though it’s a sunny day, his skin is cold. It seems like he’s always cold. You imagine wrapping him in your arms and holding him till he’s warm again.

“Ray, can you please come closer?”

You don’t let go of his wrist as he takes a few unsteady steps towards you. He’s close enough now that you can feel his shaky breath on your skin. It gives you goosebumps. Much better.

You gesture to his glove. “Is it alright if I take this off? I want to hold your hand.”

His eyes widen. “You… want to hold my hand?” He hesitates for a moment, looking around as if he’s expecting someone to jump out from behind the bushes and scold him for even considering it. He doesn’t need to worry; you’re far off the path, shielded from any believers who might be walking around.

He meets your eyes and hesitantly nods. He doesn’t take his eyes off you as you gently pull the glove off his hand. Underneath, you find his fingertips cold as ice.

“You’re freezing. Would you like to go back inside? It’s warmer there.”

“No! I mean… you’ve been inside since yesterday, and I want to stay out here a bit longer with you before we go back…”

“Well, then I’ll just have to find another way to warm you up.” A few ideas come to mind.

Before he can ask you what you mean, you take his hand and slowly guide it up under the hem of your shirt and let it rest on the warm skin underneath. You suppress a small shiver that you’re not sure is from the temperature difference or the feeling of his skin on yours.

You laugh softly over the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze. “Here, you can borrow some of my warmth. I don’t mind sharing if it’s you.”

His breath catches in his throat, but something about the way he’s looking at you tells you that he won’t run away from you now.

“I… don’t deserve this from you.”

“Yes, you do. I care about you, Ray. I don’t want you to feel cold. Would you like to warm your other hand too?”

His face flushes bright red. He tries to reply, but all that comes out is an incoherent string of words.

“Ray?”

He takes a breath and tries again.

“I - you.. Will you… help me take the other glove off?” He asks, holding up his free hand. You happily oblige him, carefully pulling it off his shaking hand.

He hesitantly slips his other hand up under your shirt to sit on the other side of your waist. Your heart is hammering in your chest now. Does he know how many times you’ve imagined situations like this over the past few days when you were alone in that room?

His breath is coming in fast, short breaths. He’s standing completely still, as if he’s worried one wrong movement will ruin everything. As if he could ruin anything.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes… I think I am… Your skin is so soft. Can we stay like this for a while?”

"Yes, we can. I'd like that very much."

Your eyes lock with his and you really do feel like the only two people on earth. Time could stop, the world could end, and it wouldn’t matter as long as his hands were on your waist and his eyes were fixed on you.

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B5 with my flower husband Ray? Pretty please? ^^

My goodness, I love this boy, but his outfit is gonna be the death of me 😂

...Why must he wear that cravat. I agonized over that dang thing for ages T_T

sjdvhsaj still, thank you for requesting!! <3

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Wonderful Kait: Happy Birthday!! Please enjoy Lila in the frilliest, fussiest dress I could find. I am mentally showering you in love and confetti and a bazillion ruffles from afar ~ ^^ 💕

That is one of the frilliest Lolita dresses that I've seen. Her little shoes are the detail that's getting to me. Those little bows on on the kitten heels really sell it for me. It's my favorite kind of shoe because I'm not too much of a heel person and the shorter the lift, the better. Same for my MC. Her bonnet is perfection, though, I will tell you that. The flowers laced into the inner trim?

That's the sheer utter aesthetic that I'm always trying to hunt for her outfits when I draw her myself! I LOVE IT. I'M GONNA MAKE IT MY PHONE WALLPAPER. Thank you! It means a lot that you thought of me! I'm smiling through the screen and sending you wishes that SE Saeran will take you out for a night drive... borrowing Saeyoung's car, of course.

[luc606]

Holiday Shopping

just a little holiday shopping date with Saeran for @luxielle who requested saeran/ray x reader! i really hope you enjoy it! thank you @im-the-mystic-messenger for organizing everything, also shout out to @gureishi for inspiration and help ❤️❤️❤️

After everything, days like this felt equally strange and exciting. Your first Christmas with Saeran and the RFA was quickly approaching, and you had taken the day off work to go gift shopping. Knowing how shy your sweet boyfriend can be, you had let him take the lead on the Holiday Season. You weren’t sure if he would feel up to celebrating, but he surprised you by going out of his way to make plans for an RFA members Holiday party, even collaborating with Jumin on the event details. Today, he’d surprised you again by asking to join you on your day off.

“You mentioned you were shopping for gifts,” he said, his voice was calm and gentle, just a bit muffled over the phone. “Let me join you, it’ll be fun.”

You couldn’t argue with that logic, so you agreed, even though it meant you would now have to make a separate trip to purchase his gift to keep it a surprise. An hour after the phone call, you got a text from Saeran, declaring that he was outside ready for you, but that you should take your time and that he wasn’t in a hurry. You pulled on your jacket and left your apartment to find Saeran parked in one of his brother’s less flashy cars. He was wearing a silky white button down shirt with the top three buttons undone, looking effortless and beautiful like he always is. You smiled and gave him a small wave, and from the look on his face, you guessed that he was admiring your looks just as you were admiring his.

“I kind of wish we were just going for a drive,” you said. “You look so nice.”

Saeran smiled, that kind and sort of shy smile of his, and said, “We could do that.”

You considered it for a moment before shaking your head. “No, I need to get Christmas shopping done.”

“Maybe after?” Saeran said, hopefully.

“Maybe after,” you agreed.

There was something so nice about the easy about the relationship you and Saeran had settled into. He was miles away from the man he was when you first met, more sure of himself and of your feelings for him, but still with the same kind spirit. It made your heart happy to see him so sure of himself.

-

Shopping, though, was a nightmare. The coffee pot you had wanted for Jaehee was easy enough to find, but you were stumped when it came to the rest of your list. You became increasingly aware of the time it was taking as you dragged Saeran from store to store, feeling like you were wasting his day and yours.

“I didn’t think it would be this difficult,” you said as you left yet another store empty-handed. “I’m sorry. Do you want me to carry that?” You said, gesturing towards the bag containing Jaehee’s gift that he’d been faithfully carrying for you since you bought it.

“Of course not,” he said, pulling the bag out of your grasp. “I’ve got it, I promise.”

Glancing around and seeing that no one was paying attention, you looped an arm around Saeran’s shoulder and pulled him down to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you,” you whispered before letting him go.

Saeran scoffed, “Like I’m going to make you carry your own bag. Who do you think I am?”

Instead of answering his rhetorical, you took his hand and laced your fingers through his. “I’m tired,” you said.

“Does that mean we’re done shopping?”

“Should we be done shopping?”

“If you’re tired I think we should be done shopping.”

“Mm.” You considered. You had plenty of time to order gifts for Jumin, Zen, and Saeyoung online. You were already going to have to shop for Saeran another time…

“How do you feel about taking that drive?”

-

With Jaehee’s gift nestled safely into the back of the car, Saeran pulled out of the mall parking lot. You turned towards him in the passenger seat, silently admiring his looks and cool expression as he drove.

“You’re so cute,” you said, causing him to blush. “Thank you for coming shopping with me.”

“Even though we didn’t do much shopping?” He laughed.

“Even though we didn’t do much shopping.”

You reached out to touch his hair — so pretty, you couldn’t help yourself.

He glanced away from the road and at you for just a second. He said, “I’m driving.” But something in his tone told you that he didn’t mind all that much.

“I just really like you.”

He grinned, unable to keep a straight face. He’s so affected by you and your feelings for him.

“I really like you too,” he said finally. And then, almost imperceptibly, something in his expression shifted. He slowed down and pulled the car over into a little clearing beneath a large tree. You hadn’t noticed, but he must have planned this somewhat. You’d been here before to watch the stars. He put the car in park and then turned the key, leaving you missing the roar of the engine.

He turned, then, and said your name, then, “Come here.”

“Was this your plan all along?”

He grinned, a glint in his eye confirming your suspicion. “Maybe.”

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Hello Faye! I always squeal when I see you post prompt requests, you write the most delightful little vignettes 🥰 Could I request Sundress, with SE Saeran? 🌸☀️

Hi Lux! Thank you so much for the kind words! I loved this combination, it was super fun to write! I hope you enjoy <333

Requests are still open!

#12: Sundress

The sunlight filtering through the trees creates funny dappled patterns on Saeran’s face. He looks up at you from his sketchbook, pencil paused in mid-air. He’s waiting for you to settle back down next to him. You look at him like this for a second longer, his hair shines an even brighter shade of red on the spots where the sun hits it, and then sink back into the grass.

That morning, you had woken up to the first signs of a proper spring day. The sun was finally out and the weather was warm. Of course, it was the perfect opportunity to spend the day out in the park. After a bitterly cold winter stuck inside, you were both aching to get outside.

You decided to make a day of it, packing blankets and snacks. Hand in hand, you spend the morning walking around aimlessly, enjoying the warmth and admiring all the flowers that had sprung up. By midday, the crowds of families had grown and you found a quiet place to shelter from the afternoon sun. Just a few meters from the edge of a pond, there was a big tree with enough room for you both to sit. The branches of the tree hung low, almost sheltering you from the world outside.

As soon as you're seated back down, you lean over to see how the sketch turned out.

"Impatient, are we?" He asks, and you can hear the amusement in his voice. You know him too well, he's just as impatient as you are.

You're too preoccupied to answer. The page is filled with figure sketches, all of you. You sitting, legs tucked underneath you with the strap of your dress just slipping off your shoulder. Another of you standing, back facing him, your skirt rippling around your thighs. They're quick sketches, something to keep his hands and mind busy, but you love them all the same.

The dress itself was one you had impulsively bought at the end of a particularly warm September, but had never gotten the chance to wear. It was made of a light fabric, the kind of yellow that made you feel warm just by looking at it. It had thin straps and a flowy skirt that fell to your mid-thigh. You were waiting for a day just like this one to finally wear it out. Saeran clearly also liked it, judging by his mischievous smile when he first saw you in it this morning.

Since he had picked up art as a hobby, he never missed an opportunity to draw you, immortalize you in whatever state you were in at that moment. In many ways, that sketchbook of his was a like a diary, documenting everywhere you had been in the past year.

You loved the way your skin prickled as his eyes studied you, each time like the first. You still had goosebumps as you leaned back against him, satisfied. He must have noticed as he slung his arm over your shoulders.

"Are you cold?" Though surely he already knows it's not. Your skin is still warm to the touch from the sun. It's midafternoon and still pleasantly warm outside.

"No, I just... like the drawings, that's all."

He grins, clearly loving the effect he still has on you, even after all this time. He starts tracing lines across your skin, looking at your face to gauge your reaction. With his index finger, he starts at the spot where your jaw meets your neck and gently moves down to trace your collarbone. He draws shapes across your shoulders and arms. Sure enough, you shiver imperceptibly.

He laughs and the shadows of leaves dance over his face.

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I’m going to need the collective Saeran simp hivemind to form a prayer circle around Alice Hwyy’s pin kickstarter for the next 10 days, we are 1 tier away from unlocking all Saerans and I need them in my life more than V needs lasik a hug

Oh, God. Everyone should jump in and support it. I didn't realize that it had gotten that high. I have the phone charm version of all of these designs so I can vouch for the pins being top tier whenever they get all they need to fund these pins. Boosting that because we all need Saeran.