9. person A with a picture of person B as their phone lock screen
genres/tags: attempt at humour, light fluff
warnings: none
word count: 1.9k
notes: LMAO THIS TOOK ME A LAUGHABLY LONG TIME BUT IT’S FINALLY HERE. Took me a few rewrites too lol... Hope you guys enjoy! Reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated, please!
Also, many thanks to @gureishi for beta reading (I think that’s the correct phrasing) this!!
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It was a slow day. A boring day. Part of you wanted to be productive in one way or another, but another part of you just wanted a break from any and all thinking and doing – excluding simple, mindless tasks such as scrolling through social media or watching YouTube. This latter side was (and had been, for most of the day) winning.
You didn’t particularly like that you had made no progress on anything today, but then again, it wasn’t like you were pressed for time or faced with deadlines or anything of the sort. Nevertheless, habit made it hard to completely accept that perhaps it was okay to let today be a lazy one.
You exhaled and pursed your lips. Saeyoung was occupied with his work, Saeran was out on another long walk, the messenger was dry, and all your other friends were busy. Even the social media feed was slowing down. You supposed that you could re-watch some of your favourite YouTube videos, but then you would also have to do something else, such as art, to occupy your hands. After all, it wasn’t new content, and thus would not be enough to entertain you entirely.
Another huff of air, louder this time, followed by a groan. Sprawled along the couch in yet another strange position, you held your phone before your face, a pout settling on your lips. You were bored, yet you hardly had the energy to do anything at all. And napping – if only to pass the time until Saeyoung finished his work – was out of the question. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been able to nap, save for the times when you pulled a literal all-nighter.
Closing the social media app left you staring blankly at your arrangement of the other applications. What to do, what to do… I could play computer games. But that meant getting up, which you couldn’t find it in yourself to do. A thoughtful hum accompanied your furrowed brow. You sifted through the different apps, but nothing seemed appealing.
In what was almost a desperate (or fruitless) attempt to find some form of entertainment or motivation, you opened the gallery and skimmed through the albums of fanart, memes, screenshots of conversations, and photos of your friends (both those of the RFA and those outside of it). You found yourself grinning as you were reminded of events and get-togethers, silly things, pranks. You weren’t by any means a professional photographer, nor did you have any plans to become one, but you still liked to capture moments of life via any method – be it videos, pictures, or voice recordings. You organized everything as best as you could, typically by event. And when one friend had a particularly high number of photos or videos, you gave them their own album.
Of course, this was the case for Saeyoung. You had close to 600 photos and almost 40 videos featuring him alone, a couple hundred more of the two of you together, and more of him with other people. You loved looking through his album, loved having a way to view his face when you couldn’t do so in person – such as right now. He was working hard in his office on a recent assignment; you didn’t want to bother him.
But soon – too soon – you reached the end of the album, the photos dating back eleven months. It had been almost a year already since you met the RFA, since you fell head-over-heels for the redheaded hacker (and him for you), since the craziness with Mint Eye and Rika. Since Saeran had begun his recovery.
How time flies.
You sighed quietly and turned off your phone to stare up at the ceiling instead. Not a minute later, a familiar face popped into view, over the top of the couch, accompanied by a loud shout— No, it was closer to a playful roar, what with the growl that edged it.
Whatever the hell it was, it made you shriek, and before you could even process all that was happening, your phone was flying towards Saeyoung’s precious face. And all you managed in response to that was a choked gasp and hushed swear.
By some miracle (or a little thing called agency training), Saeyoung dodged in time, with a yelp of his own. Not only did he dodge the projectile, he also – after a bit of flailing – managed to catch it.
There was a pause. You gaped at him, awed, heart pounding a little faster from the whole ordeal. “Holy…”
He snapped out of his own stupor at your whisper; his lips curled into a smug smile. “Didn’t you know your God Seven is awesome?”
You huffed a laugh. “Oh- No, I just thought you were some loser.” You pulled an exaggeratedly puzzled expression. “Who are you again? Why do we let you live here?”
Saeyoung pouted, and you grinned. He leaned over the back of the couch, moving closer to you. “I paid for this place, and this is how you treat me? I see how it is~.” His pout twisted into a playful smirk.
"Mm-hm~.”
“It seems you need a little reminder,” he purred. He turned to your phone. “Let’s see~ You’re always taking phot—” His words caught in his throat as he lit up the display and his eyes landed on your lock screen. His eyebrows rose in mild surprise, and red dusted his cheeks.
Oh. Oh no. That’s right. You had changed the image yesterday.
To a photo of him. And not just any photo – one of your favourites. One you had snuck at the last RFA party. Because damn he just looked so good in that suit… and with his hair like that… and the confidence etched into his features… And the moment you caught… Well, it simply screamed, “Hot damn.”
Oh, boy. You weren’t gonna live this down, were you? Because it wasn’t just the photo, it was the caption: Look at mah man. He’s so sexy in that suit hehe <3 …because you had sent it to a friend. Your best friend, in fact – the one person you were absolutely comfortable sharing that with. Because damn, you just had to share such a beauty with someone!
You were certain your face was redder than Saeyoung’s at this point. You tried to stammer out some excuse, tried to instead calm down and throw out some nonchalant line, but the words dried up with the rest of your mouth.
Glimmering gold shifted up from the now-dark screen to lock onto your flushed face. A teasing smile played upon his lips, and it quickly grew into a grin. “Aw, honey~ You think I’m sexy? Sexy enough to be on your lock screen, too~. Hehe, you’re so cute.”
“W-well, I— I um… u-uh… Y-you just… It’s a good picture, okay!” you blurted, flustered and a little indignant. “You always look so dang good in that suit an’ with your hair all like that so- so just hush up about it! How can I not take a picture?” Or two. Or five. Or thirty.
Saeyoung opened his mouth to reply, but he seemed frozen in place, layers upon layers of red washing over his face until it blended with his hair. You blinked a few times, overcoming your own embarrassment, and felt your mouth tug into a smirk. Oh~? Tomato boy is here to join us, hmm?
A good half minute (first of silence, then of incoherent stammers) passed before he gave in and just groaned, brushing one hand through his hair. You giggled a bit, for the action left bits here and there sticking up.
“Gaah, stop being so cute!” he whined.
You could only giggle again. “I’m not doing anything~.”
“Stop that!” He let out another groan and clutched his shirt, as though it would calm his heart. “Are you trying to kill me? My heart can’t take your cuteness!”
“Hehe, maayyybe~.” You leaned against the back cushion, cheek resting on the comfy material as you grinned up at him (perhaps trying to optimize your supposed cuteness). “Maybe I can’t help it when I’m with you.”
He squinted playfully. “You’re cute all the time, don’t try to deny it, [Name]~.”
Perking up, you feigned shock. “Then how have you survived all this time?”
Saeyoung drew near (almost smirking), slipped your phone into his pocket, and held your face in his warm hands, squishing your cheeks together a bit. “I’ve learned to handle it. But sometimes your cuteness levels go way, waayyy up, and my poor heart is struck once again!” He nuzzled his nose against yours, then pecked it, eliciting another soft giggle from you. “You’re blushing,” he teased quietly, and this time planted a kiss between your eyes.
“Shush.” You tried to sound half-stern, but it came out all-delight. Your heart fluttered at even a glimpse of the adoration in those sparkling eyes of his – so you shut your own, a flustered laugh escaping you. His lovely chuckle followed, and he pressed his forehead to yours.
“I love you~.”
You opened your eyes, hands coming up to loosely grasp his arms. You bit your lip (failing to control a smile), tittered again, averted your eyes. “Jus’ come here,” you said, tugging at his arm. “The couch. Come on, come cuddle.”
The redhead beamed, pressed another (messy, hasty) kiss to your forehead, and released you to skirt around the couch (last time, he had vaulted over, but that didn’t end well).
In a moment of boldness, thinking back to the photo he had discovered, you forced the words out: “You know, you really are sexy in that suit.”
His glowing face turned pink, but his confidence didn’t falter – nor his enthusiasm, given that he half threw himself against you, hugging you and sending you both crashing down. He pushed himself up and smirked down at you. “Good to know.”
Oh, you knew that face, knew it all too well. He was planning something with this new piece of knowledge. But, you thought, how bad could it be? If it had anything to do with his suit, with his styled hair, with his confident demeanor, then you could only see stars in your future.
You grinned and wrapped your arms around him. “Love you,” you sang quietly – almost shyly. Leaning up, you stole a sweet, deliberate kiss. Falling back, you brought a hand up to weave through his vermillion curls. And his eyes shut at your gentle motions, and his features relaxed with the rest of him. He shifted, closing some of the remaining distance between the two of you. And again his eyes fluttered open; his lips curved into that beautiful smile – then they were capturing your own, and thoughts of him filled your mind, flushing out everything else. You twirled curled strands around your fingers: mindless. He drifted a hand down your side to hold your hip: habit.
He pulled away, kissed your cheek, and nuzzled into your neck, tickling you with a contented exhale. You giggled; in turn, he did, too.
With his weight comfortably holding you down, with his presence surrounding you, you let your eyes slide shut, fingers still absentmindedly combing through Saeyoung’s hair.
“Love you,” came his muffled promise.
“Love you more.”
“Untrue. Loved you first.”
“Doubt it. Love you forever.”
He waggled his fingers against your flank. You squeaked, squirming beneath him, and he snickered lightly.
“Jerk.”
You felt him grin. “I love you, too.” He lifted his head, brushing his lips against your jaw. “Forever,” he breathed.
Au - You get a text from a mysterious stranger. Where will this lead? let's find out.
Notes:
I have no idea how I came up with this plot but I kinda liked the idea and here we are. And yes, I used a binary converter. I also hope you don't mind my new ship here. This should've been a crack fic but it's really not.
You check your phone and find a message from a stranger.
You: Quite rude to send that to a stranger don't you think?
Unknown number: What? Oh, I didn't mean you. I tried to send that to my friend.
You: Why do you call your friend an idiot and that in binary?
Unknown number: Well, I wanted him to work for the message. I'm impressed that you figured out what it means, in record time too.
You: We just had to write in binary in school. I took it a challenge.
Unknown number: You must be into computers are you a programmer?
Unknown number: Must be a great teacher. I have programmed but I'm not working in that field. Why are you looking for someone?
You: He is, and no I was just curious. Say, what is your name?
Unknown number: I can't tell that to a stranger!
You: Oh, that's understandable sorry that I asked. You can call me MC btw.
Unknown number: I was joking, sadly I can't use my Emojis on here. Just call me 707.
You: Secret agent or mirror lol?
You: Oh wait, it's a short form of your name and you are actually named Lord of lol.
You quickly save his name it’ feels kinda strange to keep talking to an unknown number.
707: You just made me spit my drink out. That's awesome. Lord of lol I should trademark that. Now I'm glad that I accidentally texted you.
You: I'm glad that I made you laugh. You seem like a nice person. And how did that even happen?
707: I'm not that nice, and I just got a new phone seems like your number is very similar to Yoosung's.
You: Yoosung is your friend I guess.
707: Ah, I shouldn't tell you such things.
You: Don't worry I won't tell him that you told his name to a stranger. Even when we are not strangers anymore.
707: Don't tell me you know him ??????
707: You are right we are amigos now! Um, maybe that's a bit too soon… but you like a beta amigo.
You: Sweet, seems like I skipped the alpha build! And I don't know anyone called Yoosung, don’t worry.
707: You are really cheerful, you should be careful or people will exploit that.
You: Seems like you speak from experience. I will be careful.
707: What does MC stand for btw? Main character? Maine Coon? Marie Claire maybe?
707: Ahhhh, I have to leave now I have to defend justice!
You: Ohhhh so you are a superhero !? Awesome, good luck and don't let the bad guys beat you.
707: Don't worry about me, get safely home.
You: Yeah sure good night, hero of justice.
You: Oh and it's neither of that but I love cats. Maybe I'll tell you what MC stands for at some point.
You put your phone away and make your way home. What a strange conversation but also really interesting.
What kind of person is 707? You know nothing about this mysterious person but yet you feel a connection. It's strange, unreasonable even, but you really hope that you can talk to him again.
Later after you had dinner you find a new message on your phone.
707: Cats are the best. I prefer just guessing what MC could mean.
You: I see you sure love mysteries.
You: Lately I keep thinking about making meals for cats. What meal do you think they would like?
707: That's a good question. Maybe salmon. I personally just eat HBC.
You: That's not healthy for you. I was thinking about making pancakes for cats. What do you think about that?
707: That's quite an interesting idea.
You: Everyone loves pancakes and I think it's unfair that cats can't enjoy some.
707: You really have a point there. I shall rename you pancake.
You: Wait, you can't just rename me!
707: Too bad I just did.
You are so mean, have mercy mighty one!
707: You are really funny.
707: Are you serious about the cat pancakes?
You: Of course I even have a thumplr account to collect the ideas I have.
707: Hmmm I should go and find that.
You: Go ahead and follow me while you on it. It can't harm to have a fellow supporter.
707: Sure thing. I will need to make an account. I wonder if you can figure it's me.
You: Hm I think I will know.
707: If you figure it out you can win a prize--
You: Uhhhh what price?
707: I will figure that out when you actually manage to find me.
You: You really are something. I really hope I can find you.
707: We will see.
707: Don't look until next morning.
You: Okay I won't.
You really enjoy talking with him. You know basically nothing about him but you really like him already.
It's hard to resist to check your account but you feel like that he has something planned.
You wake up in the morning and the first thing you do is to check your account and the followers have skyrocketed.
It's not just bots but also thanks to someone turning pancakes for cats into a trend.
You never had an idea that there would be this much interest in it.
It seems to stem from the C&R’s chairman Jumin Han.
Who would thought that one famous person like him would be interested in having pancakes for his cat?
You find it quite amusing.
You check through each of your new followers until one of them strikes you as odd.
On the surface, it's just a bot for Led sneakers but there is something about its name.
-sevohbotven
It has to be him you are certain.
You send him an anon message.
Hey lord of lol I know it's you. You really got my dream trending, thank you so much. You are the best. I'd like to talk some more - pancake
Not long after that, you get a message.
sevohbotven: You really got me and in record speed but how did you know it was me?
You: Well who would make a LED sneaker bot? And your username really is obvious.
sevohbotven: I got busted. I admit defeat like a good boy.
You: Ohhhh so you are a guy?
sevohbotven: Ahhhh, my secret is out…
You: Lol you are so funny. I really like talking to you. It doesn't matter to me if you are a guy or a girl btw.
sevohbotven: I like talking to you too. I like how open you are. I don't really care about your gender either.
You: I wouldn't mind telling you.
sevohbotven: Nah I rather am surprised. Actually, that brings me to your price.
sevohbotven: It is drumroll, please!
You: *drumroll*
sevohbotven: *Thanks for playing along*
sevohbotven: It is an invitation to get in contact with a party planner! If you get along. You can get invited to the best party ever to promote your pancakes for cats. Trust me there will be plenty of people who are interested in cats. It doesn't end there either there is a 707% chance that I will be there.
You: What really you will be at that party?
sevohbotven: Yes it's a party organized by our own MC. It's for a good cause and I'm sure it will be fun.
You: Sounds interesting if I really get to meet you then it's definitely worth it.
sevohbotven: Don't get too excited about that, I'm just plain old me. I bet you wouldn't even recognize me.
You: I really don't think that you are plain at all.
sevohbotven: I think I'll give it a shot give me your party planner's contact information.
You: Great! I bet you will be too dazzled by our other members anyways.
You: I don't think so. Hey if I find you will you dance with me?
sevohbotven: Hm, fine I agree on your terms. But be warned my dancing skills are out of this world.
You: I was expecting nothing else. Oh, one more thing if I manage to find you will you tell me your name?
sevohbotven: You are a tough one but fine. But you also have to reveal the secret of your name to me!
You: That's only fair.
sevohbotven: I actually have some work to do but we talk again when I can.
You: Okay make sure that you get some rest and eat something good. I hope we can talk some more soon.
You don't get another reply from him. It's okay for you though you know that you might get to see him soon.
At least if the party planner really is as good as he promised.
~ End note: I kinda love making stories over random guests and sub characters and I really think that pancake is cute. I know this technically means that this not a reader insert but pancake is a blank slay so it should work. If there is interest or if I feel like it I will make the second part.
Also, I once had a LED sneaker bot and I´m sure that was 707.
The sound of the front door closing told you he was home. You expected him to say hello, a hug and kiss perhaps. However, the sound of another door closing made you wonder. Was something wrong? This was the first time something like this has happened.
“Seven? Is everything okay?” You called, going down the hall of your little home. The door to your bedroom was open, so you checked his office door. It was closed, and there was a faint sound behind it. At least you knew where he was. “Hey? Are you in there?”
The shuffling continued behind the door, your curiosity growing as you listened for any reply. What was he doing? Before you could knock, or grab the doorknob, the door opened and closed quickly. The only difference now was that he was standing in front of you.
“(Y/N)! How long were you standing there?” Saeyoung asked, his glasses slightly crooked on his face. A smile was on his face, slightly showing his nervousness. You crossed your arms, looking at him questioningly.
“A few minutes. What are you hiding in your office?” You asked, watching him tilt his head.
“Oh? I can't tell you, it's a surprise. You don't want to ruin the surprise, do you?” Saeyoung asked, adjusting his glasses. You hummed in reply, looking at his clothes to see how messy they look. The white hairs on his clothes helped you figure out what he was hiding. Or rather, who he was hiding.
Dammit, he actually managed to do this.
“We’re taking Elizabeth the 3rd back, Seven. I don't want Jumin calling for his cat back.”
“You should have been there, (Y/N). Elly looked lonely. So I saved her-”
“Saeyoung Choi we are taking the cat back, and that's final.” Saeyoung sighed, stepping away from the door so you could open it. When you did, the white fur ball that was Elizabeth the 3rd came up to you, meowing. You picked her up gently, turning to your boyfriend. “Come on. You're driving.”
“Alright, I'm coming.” He followed, chuckling at a thought when you both walked outside. “(Y/N), Defender of Cats.”
You rolled your eyes at the name, smiling as you followed Seven to one of his cars. Elizabeth meowed, looking up at you. The sooner you got her home, the sooner Jumin wouldn't ask about his cat.
Hey everyone so basically this prompt is an au where the RFA members are sons/daughter of greek gods, idk i thought it would be fun
Y/N X 707,
“Run Y/N! RUN!” you heard Luciel yell.
But you didn’t run, how could you abandon your patron? The one who took you in when you were rejected by everyone else? You stood your ground and pointed your sword at the one-eyed giant that held Luciel by his throat.
“LET HIM GO” you yelled, not recognizing the voice that came out of your body.
“Y/N, What are you saying? Run while you still have the chance” Luciel managed to say before the giant turned his attention back to him, further crushing him between his hands.
“no, no, Luciel, I have to save him!” you thought
You never imagined that your patron, your protector, the son of hades would be so vulnerable. You didn’t like this, this is not the way things should be.
Before you knew it you were fogged in rage and running towards the giant.
The giant cried in anger and pain as you cut it’s leg.
He let go of Luciel dropping him on top of you.
You felt the air get knocked out of your chest as he fell on you, still you managed to push him off of you and stand up.
You grabbed his arm and yelled “ Luciel, please get up, c’mon!, while we still have a chance! please Luciel ! PLEASE!”. When he managed to get on his feet you started running and dragged him behind you.
It felt like you ran for hours before you finally stopped throwing yourself on a patch of grass to catch your breath.
Luciel also threw himself on the grass next to you ,
“You saved my life,” he finally said after both of you caught your breath.
“I had too, you are my patron, without you I no longer belong,” you said looking up at the now orange sky.
He sat up and turned to you, “ Y/N, Am I only your patron?, Am I only the son of Hades to you?”
Still looking up you said “ I don’t know what you want me to answer, I don’t know what the right answer is”
He reached over and turned your head in his direction, you were now face to face.
Almost whispering he said “No matter what happens to me you will always find a place in this world, without you I’m the one that has no place. You are my only escape in this blood-drenched world, the truth is.... I love....I’m in love with you....and I don’t want you to only see me as your patron god, I want to be your best friend, I want to be the one you love..” he ended quietly, tears were now flowing down his freckled face.
You didn’t realize that salt water also stained your face until he reached over to wipe your cheek with his thumb at the same moment you reached over to wipe his.
You both let out a small laugh
he was about to start talking again when you threw yourself on him
“Luciel, promise me we’ll be together forever.” you said
“ I promise you, that even in the stars we’ll be together
Okay so sorry if this sucked i haven't written in a while- doll
Notes: This is my first contribution to @gureishi’s event! I plan to write more, hopefully I can follow through, haha. As you can see, 500 words is quite the challenge for me…
lol I’m usually the type of writer to include the prompt or fancy phrase, etc., into the actual work, but I couldn’t quite fit it in this time. Also, here’s hoping that the situation isn’t too confusing, haha 😅 It's unedited, so... ye
Anyways, enjoy! Reblogs are encouraged and appreciated!! :D
EDIT: I FORGOT TO SAy, I don't own the original banner image, but I did do the editing n stuff. I tried to reverse-search(?) the image, but I only saw pinterest and related links.
Saeyoung’s voice sounded off from the start. Like he was attempting to put on a bright and enthusiastic front, but was too distracted to keep it in check. Anxiety edged his every word, and despite being separated by miles, the tension on his end seeped into the air around you.
You didn’t have to ask. You could easily guess. It was only the beginnings of the fourth month, after all. Saeran would need time. Both of you knew this, just as both of you knew it wouldn’t be easy for anyone – especially for the brothers.
Eventually, you forced yourself to cut off his half-focused (and eerily energetic) ramble about his newest project – and at the gentle call of his name, Saeyoung fell silent.
“I can tell something’s wrong,” you murmured.
He exhaled, and there was a faint rustling. You pictured him changing positions, or brushing his fingers through his messy hair. “Uhm…” You felt his hesitance, imagined his thoughts: to brush it off, or to give in.
“You don’t have to tell me right now,” you assured him. “Just know that… I’m always here for you, okay?”
A breathy chuckle. “You’re too good to me.”
“Nuh-uh. You deserve everything good.”
He tried to deny it, tried to encourage the playful mood (albeit, not for the sake of lightheartedness), but his voice broke and failed him. Suddenly, he found himself on the edge of tears. He spoke up, words shaking, halting – poorly hiding the heavy emotion beginning to emerge. “I’m— This last week…”
Saeyoung broke down, and your heart broke in turn. He strained against the floodgates at first, but at your encouragement, eventually gave in and allowed himself the cry he had probably needed for a while now.
“It’s up and down all the time,” he told you quietly, once the tears had subsided, leaving his voice raw and his heart exposed. “One moment he seems fine, and I feel like- like there’s hope. But- but then he’ll…” He said nothing more, but you knew what he meant.
“I wish there was more I could do,” you said, and you prayed that he knew you were sincere. “And it’s unrealistic, but I wish I could mend everything between the two of you within just a day.”
He chuckled, and you weren’t sure if it was half-bitter or simply weak. “Yeah, that would be awesome. My precious 606 to the rescue!” He laughed again – and it was short, but it was oh-so sweet.
You smiled, and found yourself giggling. “I’d rescue you from everything if I could.”
“Ah, you rescue me plenty,” Saeyoung murmured (his smile was audible). “Being here, talking with me… Listening to me. It’s- it’s more than I could ever ask for.”
“Well, it’s only the least I could do for you,” you countered lightly. “Like I’ve said, you deserve all the best!”
There was silence, but you could somehow picture his smile. Then came a soft exhale; then came a soft promise: “I love you like crazy. I’ll always love you beyond what words can tell…”
For a moment, your head spun, and you couldn’t find your thoughts. But within the minute, you stammered out a timid, “You— I l- love you, too. So much…”
Again, you heard him chuckle quietly. “Can we stay like this? Just… here. Together. I keep missing your voice, your presence… I’m not ready to miss it more.”
“Yeah.” You smiled, heart fluttering. “I’m not ready to miss you, either.”
Summary: You introduce him to your favourite star set.
Genres/Tags: AU, Light Fluff
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1.8k
Notes: This is a Doctor Who AU where the reader is a Timelord. It is connected with the previous Timelord AU fic. Despite the publishing order, this fic takes place before the other.
Reblogs and feedback appreciated!! <3
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You had seen the stars (from the surface of different planets, from detailed images and camera feeds, from the very threshold of the TARDIS entrance) countless times. It never got old, never grew any less beautiful than the first sighting. The universe was an incredibly vast place – there was always something new to see, and there seemed to be an infinite number of stars to visit within a mere lifetime. The nature of space remained gorgeous as ever.
This visit was different than any other time before, and not simply in the way that the smallest of changes in a “typical day” makes that day a little bit different than the day prior. No, this was significant, a huge alteration of variables – something that would imprint on your memory indefinitely.
It was a star-scape you saw rather often. There was something about the view that rang so perfectly in your mind (whether it was the hues, or the way the colours blended and swirled, or the distances between each star), and you found yourself returning again and again. Amongst all the wonders you had seen, you called this beauty one of your favourites.
So it wasn’t the location that was anything different. You had come here on good days and bad days, boring days and exciting days, to think and to relax, to do just about anything and for any reason. What was different this time was your company. You had always visited alone, keeping it as your own little secret. There were times that you despised silence (which is why, in the end, you preferred company and chaos and hardly standing still), but other times, you welcomed it – needed it, even. Needed some proper time to bask in the quiet and in the calm; needed the time to allow your thoughts to roam, to stop pushing everything to the side. Over time, you realized, your mind felt a little clearer.
Although it was a place for tranquil solitude, your mind eventually urged you to take your favourite human to your treasured star-scape. You weren’t sure what exactly prompted such a thought, but you listened without hesitation.
A human. Your family would probably scoff, if they were still around, but you didn’t care. You hadn’t cared for a long time. And if getting so close to someone who you would long outlive made you naïve or foolish, then so be it.
What was the point of being happy now if it was only going to end in devastation down the road? It was simple: you would be happy now – happy for some time. That was a better fate than never being happy at all.
Your TARDIS chimed, announcing her arrival, and subsequently pulling Saeyoung from his starry-eyed admiration of the console room. It was his second time in here (if the first, very brief occasion did in fact count), and he was still wrapping his mind around the bigger-on-the-inside concept. You had started to explain it earlier, but he had correctly finished your sentence, then proceeded to run about and attempt (rather successfully, to a degree) to determine the purposes of the gadgets you had left lying about – as well as the TARDIS herself, and the variety of buttons and levers and lights and whatnot that made up the console.
Of course, you thought to yourself. He’s brilliant.
Presently, he gazed at the center of the console, where the pleasant glow was captured in glass. He looked past it and his eyes fell upon you and your unintentional smile. Saeyoung returned the smile with a brighter one, his eyes shining with adoration and utter excitement.
You might’ve held his stare for a little too long before you raised your brows and asked, “You ready?”
“Yes,” he exclaimed, then hesitated. “No. Yes! I—” He let out a small laugh, and his mouth moved, but nothing came out. He averted his eyes as he combed his fingers through his hair. “I’m ready,” Saeyoung said, meeting your gaze again (and still smiling). “I just… I mean— I’m not dreaming, right? This is really, actually real?”
You grinned, approached him, and grabbed his hands. “Just wait till ya actually see it.”
He bounced on his heels – involuntarily, you could tell – before gripping one of your hands and pulling you over to the door, nearly stumbling in his eagerness. He steadied himself and turned his eyes (gleaming with excitement, swirling with apprehension) onto you.
“Oh, I’ve expanded the air shell,” you told him. “So, don’t worry. You’ll be safe. I made sure of it.”
He swallowed, nodded, smiled again. “I— Y-you’re absolutely amazing.”
You opened your mouth, then shut it; your eyes darted around as if looking for a reply in the air. A small, flattered smile pulled at your lips, and you finally managed a, “Ah- well…”
Saeyoung seemed satisfied with your flustered response (the smug little bastard). You quickly turned to the door and gripped the handle.
“Uhm- don’t- don’t let go of my hand, okay?” I like the warmth, the security. “Just in case. You know, to be safe.” I don’t wanna lose you.
It was irrational, and you told yourself as much. Everything would be fine. You had made sure of it: double, triple, quadruple checking. Still, you gave the young man your most serious expression, to which he gave an equally sincere nod.
You opened the door.
Saeyoung drew in a quiet breath, lips parting in awe. Your gaze never left his face, for you wanted to remember this moment forever. His golden irises captured the stars themselves – the very sight he looked upon. You decided that, of all the wonders you had seen in your long, long life, Saeyoung’s eyes were at the top of your list. They always held such powerful and passionate emotion. Turmoil, or anger, or distress; or delight, or wonder, or adoration.
He squeezed your hand. You weren’t sure what it meant, but you returned the gesture anyways. And in that moment, you became aware of the proximity between you two: not only hand in hand, but shoulder to shoulder, only an inch of space between them. It was delightfully terrifying in the best way possible, causing your hearts to beat a little faster and your mind to grow just a tad fuzzy. You bit back a too-big smile and wondered when you had last felt such excitement from something so… miniscule and generally mundane as proximity.
Too long, perhaps.
“It’s…” Saeyoung’s breathless voice grabbed your attention. “Wow. I… Wow.”
You giggled a little. “Fantastic, isn’t it?”
“Way more than that! It’s so… I-I don’t even… It’s better than I ever could… Is there— I don’t- I don’t think there’s a- a word to… describe what I… All of this.”
“Maybe not on Earth,” you said, lightly bumping your shoulder against his. “But there are still words to capture just… a fraction of it.” You gazed out at the familiar star-scape. “Beautiful,” you offered. “Divine. Gorgeous. Wonderful. Astonishing. All sorts of amazing descriptors.”
You looked at him again, gleefully taking in his adorably thunderstruck mien. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the cluster of faraway suns.
“This is one of my favourite places,” you told him softly. “I come here all the time.”
He stammered for a moment. “I… can see why…” His voice was hushed and faint, the words fleeting and hardly formed as his mind (his precious, brilliant human mind) processed the scene before him. You were aware that the stars were meaningful to him; they retained a personal promise in their shine, and for a long time, they were what connected him with his brother.
Messages could leak from one’s thoughts, you had once told him. Across galaxies and planets and dying stars and x-tonic suns and a million, million civilizations – across the boundaries of time, through the swirling vortex and every timeline – even a cry for help buried deep in one’s mind could leak out and reach, say, a lone traveler whose next stop was everywhere.
You could view his thoughts if you so wished, and if he consented, but you didn’t need to. You could read his face well enough to know that he was thinking of his brother. Perhaps he was even thanking them for what they gifted him – the happy ending he never thought he would have.
You squeezed his hand, like he had yours, and he finally tore his wonderful, glimmering golden hues away from the stretch of stars. They flickered about your face, and you swore you saw even more awe and gratitude within them now.
Saeyoung wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck. You held him close; he held you tighter. “Thank you,” he whispered – so softly that you almost missed it. He pulled back and smiled. “For everything.” His eyes were wet with unfallen tears. “Honestly- you’re… you’re a miracle.”
You lifted a hand to his cheek and he instantly leaned into your gentle touch. His eyes fell shut and he took a deep breath to steady himself. A stray tear escaped nonetheless, and you swept it away with your thumb. “You’re so beautifully human,” you murmured.
He laughed lightly and opened his eyes. “I don’t know about that.”
“No, but you are. Crying when happy?” Your free hand cupped his other cheek and your eyes explored his (for the millionth time), a vague awe dancing in your chest. “You, Saeyoung Choi, are outstandingly beautiful. After everything the universe has thrown at you, you’re still the best version of yourself. You’re still so kind and so very smart and- and so much more.”
His face warmed under your hands, and the grip he had on the back of your shirt tightened. You drew him in for another hug, and though his grasp was secure, it wasn’t as filled with desperation as before (like you would disappear when he let go).
“You’re the miracle here,” you murmured, fingers idly playing with his hair.
He was quiet at first. “I guess we’re both miracles, then.” He chuckled softly and pulled back enough to press a kiss to your forehead. “Or… we’re just two normal people… going about our lives, trying to survive…”
There was a beat.
He scrunched his nose. “Nah. Normal?”
You laughed. “Normal is the last word I would use.”
“So far from the truth.” He grinned.
“Normal’s overrated, anyways,” you remarked, slipping away to shut the doors and prance back up to the console, with Saeyoung in tow. “So’s growing up!” You flicked a toggle switch and spun on your heel to face him. “So!” You clasped your hands together. “Where to first?”
One hand on the railing, he gazed off to the side: excited, thinking – mind racing. You waited, your slight grin never fading. And at last, he lifted his head, smiled at you, and answered simply.
imagine... sitting in saeyoung's lap, all snuggled up. there's a blanket draped over his shoulders and wrapped around both of you to battle the chilly breeze. both of you gaze at the glowing stars above, admiring them in all their brilliant beauty. and he’s holding you by the waist, keeping you close. the warmth he and the blanket provide pleasantly contrasts the cool air and the dew-damp grass. he rests his chin on your shoulder, nuzzles the side of your face, plants a kiss on your temple. his voice drifts directly to your ear as he whispers how much he loves you. how much you mean to him. how he appreciates you to the ends of the earth. to the ends of the universe. he wouldn’t change a single thing about his life if it meant never meeting you. you saved him, and you saved his brother, and you make his every day a thousand times better with merely your presence. he loves you to a degree that words and actions alone cannot even begin to describe. he’ll spend the rest of his life showing you bit by bit how much he adores you and can’t imagine life without you. he doesn’t want life without you.
and, as you’re sitting in his lap, on a cool clear night, staring up at the stars, basking in other’s warmth, existence, and love... he leans down, his grip around your waist tightening, his breath tickling your neck and fanning over your ear, raising goosebumps along your skin. and his voice comes again, in a low tone, a sincere murmur, a gentle whisper.
“all those stars up there... all those beautiful stars, and not a single one of them -- not even all of them combined -- can match how gorgeous you are to me, or how much you brighten my life, my every day, my every hour.” he presses a soft kiss to the side of your head and lets out a small, contented sigh. you can hear his smile in the short chuckle that follows. “god... what would i do without you, kitten? you’re my whole life, you know that? hm?”
and if you shy away, if you blush, if you react in any oh-so-adorable manner that might tempt his nature, don’t be surprised if a low chuckle falls from his lips, or if his grip tightens a little more, or if he pulls you a little closer, or if his warm breath brushes over your ear just to see you shudder. then, the murmured words, underlined with a teasing lilt:
“aw, you didn’t know? or do you not believe me? well, we can’t have that, can we, cute thing~? why don’t i prove it to you, just a little? come on, kitten, look at me~. yes, there you go. there’s those beautiful eyes of yours. god, i could stare at you all day. oh, hah, don’t look so cute~. i might have to do a little more than what i planned, if you look at me like that.
“didn’t you hear, my cutie? didn’t you listen? i told you, i’m dangerous~.”
Summary: A habit of staying up late leads to the ultimate punishment... tickles.
Genres/Tags: Fluff, Attempt at Humour, Mild Spice
Warnings: suggestive conversation
Word Count: 2.5k
Notes: This took me a hella long time... I apologize hhh. I was in a bit of a slump for a good month or so. Part of me wants to work on another WIP right after I publish this but... unfortunately, I forgot about an assignment OTL. So, I gotta do that lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated :3c
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After standing for a full minute at the threshold of the living room, Saeyoung released a heavy sigh. It permeated the near-silence, but your laser-focused stare did not shift from the computer screen -- didn’t falter in the slightest. That wasn’t too surprising, given that he could hear the faintest sound from your earbuds, but he was standing right in your field of view! All you had to do was glance up from your laptop and you’d spot him.
Unfortunately, it was your writing that held your attention, not Saeyoung. Your fingers flew across the keyboard at an impressive speed -- nowhere near his own, but something to acknowledge nonetheless. The soft tapping of keys flowed in chunks, paused, started again, slowed (you usually squinted at the screen when this occurred), sped up -- oh, and there was that familiar repetitive tap of the delete key. It wouldn’t seem like much of a pattern to anyone, but to Saeyoung, it was. And, coupled with your lack of reaction at his presence, it told him all he needed to know in order to decipher just how locked in -- how unaware of your surroundings -- you really were.
Originally, he intended only to get you to wrap it up and go to sleep already, but you were just so adorable with that puckered brow and those pursed lips and the little scrunch of your nose. Ever so focused you were; ever so vulnerable to his mischief. How was he to resist the impulse?
Keeping his footsteps light, Saeyoung moved towards the kitchen until he was out of your peripheral. He stole a gander of your body language to confirm that you were still utterly focused. An impish grin tugged at his lips as he crept around the joint rooms and towards the back of the couch. Closer and closer... He carefully rested his folded arms on the top of the cushion and leaned down.
You became aware of his presence a second too late. A stream of cold air hit the back of your ear and travelled down your neck. You visibly shivered, shoulders raising on instinct to ward off any further attacks. His name left your lips in a whiny protest, which only earned you a delighted snicker. With a pout, you pulled out your earbuds, reached back, and batted at his cheeks. Triumph bubbled in your stomach when he let out a faux whine of his own.
“Oww! Why must you be so cruel to your beloved Defender of Justice?”
“It’s the price you pay,” you jested, turning back to the computer.
“Oh, is it?”
“Yup. If you...” You didn’t speak further, for your focus had returned to the document.
Saeyoung adjusted his position, allowing him to reach out and comb his fingers through your hair. At his touch, you released a quiet breath. “It’s almost one a.m.,” he muttered. “We’re both fixing our sleep schedules, not just me, remember?” He tilted his head to view your face; he watched your teeth tug at your lower lip and the hint of a grimace crease your skin. Reluctance. You knew he was right, but you were on a roll, or you had finally beat writer’s block, or you had to get this idea down. Whatever the reason was this time, he knew how your thought process worked.
And he could see that you knew it, too, from the sheepish glance you threw his way.
He sang your name in a quiet coo, and took delight in watching a rosy tint appear on your cheeks. “You shouldn’t push yourself, honey.”
“Push myself?”
“You look very tired.”
“I don’t feel...” You carefully rubbed a your index and middle fingers along the dark rim underlining one eye -- as if it would erase the shadows, or even your evident exhaustion itself. “Ah... a little,” you admitted. “But I wanna finish this first. I didn’t get much done today.”
Nope. Saeyoung had heard that plenty of times, and every time he agreed, you lost track of time and didn’t go to sleep until he came and got you or until you were on the verge of passing out. Exceptions were... uncommon, to say the least. You were almost as bad as him sometimes. Not to mention the utterly adorable puppy eyes you would subject him to all too often; more often than not (when it came to trivial matters), he gave in all too easily.
He pursed his lips, a short hum vibrating in his chest. Nah, you weren’t getting away with it this time, no matter how cute you were.
“Well, ‘today’ is now yesterday, so if you don’t finish up in the next five minutes, there will be consequences.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Saeyoung.”
The redhead gaped at you, a strangled squawk lurching from his throat. What?! No flustered stammering? No saucer-wide eyes? No embarrassed squeak? All you offered him was a vague blush paired with a smug smirk and confident, half-lidded eyes. The latter shifted towards him for a moment, and he saw a glimmer of pride in those beautiful hues of yours. Alright, he had to hand it to you, you caught him quite off guard this time. Really, he should’ve expected something like this eventually. You had your moments of total boldness here and there, but to be fair, they were rather spontaneous. The only indication -- when there was one -- was the extra little breath you took, and the extra few seconds, before saying what was on your mind.
You got him good this time, but that didn’t mean he was defeated. Oh, no, not by a long shot. Leaning down again, he mirrored your self-assured expression and proposed an oh-so-innocent query:
“Oh? You like it when I... impose consequences? What a naughty little kitten~.”
There it was, that lovely shade of scarlet. It swept over your neck, your face, your ears. Saeyoung’s mien turned predatory, and you felt the shape of his grin as his teeth grazed the shell of your ear. You swallowed a little, parting your lips to speak -- but you didn’t know what to say.
“Why so quiet?” he purred. “You were so bold a moment ago. What happened, hm~?”
“I...” Your voice died the moment you found it.
“Oh... Did you remember your place? Is that what happened, cute thing?”
An apprehensive silence followed.
“Hm? Answer me, kitten~.”
...Incomprehensible grumbles.
Saeyoung pushed off the couch, skirted around it, and sat right beside you. Stealing a wary glimpse of his expression, you expected a smirk, but got a soft smile instead. Curious, you lifted your eyes to his. He set his hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Come on. You need to get some rest.”
Your gaze settled back on your unfinished work. “But I... There’s so much to do. Sleep is--”
“--not a waste of time, [Name].” He brushed some hair from your face, before resting his hand on your far cheek. “Listen, I understand how you feel, but you can’t do your best work when you’re tired, you know.”
Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned into his touch, your own hand reaching up to lay atop his. The pad of his thumb brushed over your cheek and he planted a delicate kiss on your forehead. “Let’s call it a night, okay, kitten?”
A sleepy hum was his affirmation.
“Good girl,” he whispered, and pecked the bridge of your nose.
When he moved away, you forced your eyes open and reached for your laptop. Saeyoung grabbed it first, saving your progress before closing the lid and putting it away in its charging station. You thanked him in a mumble.
He returned to you as you were rubbing one eye; he held out his hand. You squinted as your vision blurred momentarily, but accepted the offer nonetheless. He pulled you to your feet and you stumbled into his chest. With a small grunt, you loosely wrapped your arms around him, leaning almost all your weight against him. Laughter shook his form as he held you to him and took a step back to keep his balance. “Alright, alright, let’s get you to bed,” he said. “You see? You need your sleep, kitten. We both do.”
“Mmh.”
“C’mon, sleepy head.” He dragged you a few paces back, but you held fast. Your tired giggles infected him; soon, he was giggling along with you. “What, do I need to carry you, babe~?”
“Mm-hm,” you affirmed with what would’ve been a cheeky smile, had you been more cognizant (not that he could see, for your face was buried in his shoulder).
“As you wish~.” He pulled away, moved your hands from his waist to his shoulders, gripped your thighs, then hoisted you up. You rested your face in the crook of his neck with a contented sigh and nuzzled into him. The way his fingers pressed into your thighs, even through the pajama pants, tickled, causing you to squirm in his grasp.
“Hey, hey-- Don’t move around too much,” Saeyoung protested; his words possessed a teasing undertone. “I could drop you.”
“You wouldn’t drop me.” Your mirthful words slurred groggily.
“Oh, I wouldn’t?”
“Mmmm-hmm.”
He let go.
Bastard--!
You squeaked and swiftly tightened your grip around his neck. Simultaneously, you snagged a fistful of his shirt, pulling it up a little in the back as you went down in the front. Your legs wrapped around him in time, cold feet coming into contact with his exposed lower back. He shivered and let out a shout of protest. You snickered.
“That’s what you get,” you sang.
“I wasn’t actually going to let you fall!” His hands found their place and lifted you back up.
“Hey- and I didn’t do it on purpose! You only have yourself to blame, mister.” You were definitely more awake now. A scheming smile hidden from his sight, you waited for him to clear the stairs before striking again.
“Mh, you’re the one that cha-- e-eh!”
You had pushed your cold-as-ice feet under his shirt, and now you grinned at his reaction.
“You’re really asking for it now, little kitten,” he jested.
“Oh, am I?”
“Yup.”
You giggled. “Sounds exciting.”
He nudged open the bedroom door and shut it behind him. “I’m sure you’ll love it~.”
Before you could reply, he tilted forward until your back hit the bed. Not a moment later, his fingers were under your loose hoodie and dancing along your flanks.
“N-no!” you shrieked through laughter, flailing wildly, trying to push him away or move away yourself. But he clambered on top of you and trapped your legs between his, a wolfish grin etched into his features as he continued his merciless attack. When you grabbed his arms and gave a tug, it did nothing to help.
Finally, you managed to free one leg and tried to push him off, pressing your foot to his stomach, or his thigh, but you couldn’t focus well enough to put any true force behind the attempts. Gosh, you were seriously -- annoyingly -- ticklish.
Another squeak forced itself from your throat as his hands glided up your squirming sides, taking the sweater with them. Oh no, you knew where this was going. You gripped his arms tighter.
“Don’t y-you-- D-don’t-- S-s-stahahap! No!”
There was no stopping his mischief. And a moment later, his mouth was on your stomach, blowing raspberries. Your laughter grew louder, and your face turned so many shades redder. Saeyoung paused due to his own laughter -- his sweet, sweet laughter -- before starting up again, tickling your flanks at the same time.
Reflex kicked in -- for real this time. Your foot shot straight into his abdomen.
At his pained grunt, your hand shot to cover your mouth and the nervous-tic smile that formed soon thereafter. He let out a strained laugh before lifting his head, wrapping one hand around the sore spot, and croaking out, “You... wounded... me...!”
You couldn’t suppress a giggle as you cried out, “It was just friendly fire! Nooo! Captain!!”
Honey hues gleaming with mirth, Saeyoung collapsed onto you with a faux groan of pain.
“Captain!” you gasped. “Stay with me!”
He rose his head weakly. “Tell... my wife... I love her...” And he dropped his head again.
“A brave hero,” you narrated in a deep voice. “He battled the beast and it cost him his life. This is a lesson to all you fellow soldiers: don’t... tickle... the beast!”
You saw his shoulders shaking with laughter before the sound itself emerged. Your own giggles soon joined the mix.
“So,” you chimed after several seconds, “is that how you propose to me?”
His head shot up to reveal wide eyes and a shade of red that almost matched his messy vermillion hair. “Wh-wh-wh...”
You broke into a cheeky grin. “Aw, I’m just teasing~. You just look so cute like that, Saeyoung.”
“Cu- cute?”
“Yup!” You booped his nose and he blinked. “Super cute.”
Clearing his throat, he blinked some more, then put on a grin. “Of- of course! Your boyfriend is the cutest thing in the world, you know~. Well, second to you, that is.”
A wink at the end sealed the deal. You felt your own face heating up and you averted your eyes bashfully. A flustered chuckle fell from your lips. Saeyoung lifted himself up enough to crawl forward on his elbows, putting his face just above yours. Oh, that smug little smirk...
“Well, um, you--” You broke off when his half-lidded eyes darted down to your lips. “We, uhh...” What were you saying again?
“Hmm~? Got something to say, honey?”
You swallowed. “I just- um...” His eyes shifted down again. “S-stop that!” You covered your mouth and shot him a flustered half-glare. In return, a pout puckered his lips.
Oh, come on. That’s not fair at all.
“Just one kiss?” he pleaded, batting his eyelashes.
“You’re the one that dragged me here to sleep.”
“Yeah... but you seem rather awake now...~”
“You know it’ll pass. It’s just a second wind.”
“Aw, don’t be so serious.” He cracked a smile. “You know I’m just teasing.” He shuffled down until he could lay his head on your chest. “I don’t mind just laying here like this,” he murmured.
Your hands lowered to rest loosely on his back. The weight of his body on your was comforting, grounding... secure.
“Mh. I’m fine with this,” you mumbled, bringing one hand up to play with his hair. A smile curved your lips as a sense of peace settled in the room.
Saeyoung released a small, contented hum. At your gentle touch, his body visibly relaxed. Eyes sliding shut, you let your head fall back against the pillow.
At some point, you felt your movements cease. Your hand, heavy with exhaustion, settled on his back, just below his neck. Saeyoung’s breathing began to slow, as did yours.
You weren’t sure who said it, or if it was even verbalized at all, but right as you drifted off into the warm darkness of sleep, a soft declaration of love drifted into the tranquil air.
