#mysme requests

[distortedataraxia]

「 Request rules ;

I do not write for pedophilia, rape, sex, or any incest

I write for Bungou stray dogs, mystic messenger,the promised neverland and sk8 the infinity , if you wish for me to write for more fandoms, please write your suggestions in my inbox

Be patient with me, I will never Ignore your request, however I may rarely decline it if I judge there are some things I just can't write about.

You can request for anything ; headcanons, one-shot, letters etc.. Heck I even accept request such as long stories with chapters and all ! (But If you ever actually request something with multiples chapters you'll have to be patient and there's less chance i'll accept)

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[natasha-in-space]

This new cg has me in a chokehold, so have some cute profile pics I made for me and my friends! I love them your honor 😭💕

Edit since I've gotten a few questions on this: these are free to use wherever you like!! Credit would be nice, but not mandatory <3

[marshmallowprotection]

Happy Pride Month! It's that time of year again, which means I've got another batch of sweet Pride Avatars to share with you all! Use them as you please!

[erimeows]

RFA Members After You've Been Cheated On

-Zen: Flips his lid. The worst to deal with actually because upon hearing the news he wants to go to your ex's place and fist fight them, because how dare they do that to you? Sorry to the Zen fans, but before receiving any real comfort you're going to have to calm him down before he choke slams the cheating ex. That being said, once "the beast" is back in its cage, he actually is very easy to be around during such a heartbreaking time. He buys/brings you food, offers for you to come over and star gaze with him, and talks shit about your ex with you when you want but doesn't bring them up without you doing so first.

-Yoosung: Cries with/for you. Like actually. Imagine tons of 'how could someone do that?' and 'you deserve better, MC, I can't believe (your ex partner) would do that to you!' and 'i'm so sorry, MC, what can I do to make you feel better?'. Very doting to the point of being overbearing. He's trying to stream with you to keep you occupied, reaching out a couple times to make sure you've eaten and are doing ok, and so on. And no, he totally doesn't stalk your ex on social media and glare at their pictures...

-Jaehee: Upset when she hears it's happened, but unsurprised. Jaehee has a knack for judging character and figured that your partner was off from the start, but didn't mention it since she had no evidence and wanted to support you/your relationship if it made you happy. Probably the best out of all of them at handling this. Lets you talk about it if you want to but doesn't push you. Supports you and gives you some advice, then offers for you to come to her place to drink hot chocolate/tea/coffee and eat your favorite meal. If you come over, she'll play board games or watch movies to distract you from what's going on- or just listens if you need to cry/vent. -Jumin: Jumin has a passionate hatred for cheaters, mostly caused by his father's many failed marriages where a lot of his father's wives would cheat. So when he hears that your partner has cheated on you, he's upset for you. Like uncharacteristically angry. If you want your partner fired from your job/evicted/literally any other terrible thing that could happen to them, he'll make it happen if you ask. At the same time he'll leave them alone if not, though he strongly encourages you to dump your partner and never speak to them again. He buys you a ridiculous amount of shit in response (need a new place because you're moving out of your partner's? he buys you a penthouse) to try to make you feel better and takes you out to eat at nice restaurants to keep you distracted, but doesn't offer much real verbal comfort.

-Seven: Heartbroken when he hears the news and feels like a terrible person for being slightly relieved that it's over. He never liked your partner but he also doesn't want to wish ill on your relationships... Still, when you call him with the news, he struggles with his reaction. He's not used to being put on the spot with serious news and has no idea how to respond, so what comes out is "oh, really? that sucks". And the moment the words leave his mouth, he wants to shove them back in, but he can't. So, instead, he apologizes, and as you heal from the betrayal, he's sure to constantly text/call you to keep you company.

[irldenji]

Hi Hi Hello! :P Can I please get some 707 (Mystic Messenger) Stamps? Thank you!! ^_^

Haiii hope you like these!! Made gifs with the little emotes so you can have animated ones!

[withoutzeuzey]

If you're in the mood to draw mysme, might I request some Jaehee doodles?

Thank you for the request!! I actually drew her after yoosung yesterday lol she's my bae~ I drew one more page for you!

Sorry the photo quality is bad 😩 couldn't arrange the light

[diavolosbaby]

Can I ask for something with Jumin Han? Taking Jumin to therapy after his good ending and just how it ends up lmao. I feel like it can be a mixture of both a crack headcanon as well as possibly serious, up to you how you wanna write it! Thanks!

Sure :)

(Sorry this took so long, and sorry if it sucks it's my first fic after my hiatus from writing)

Taking Jumin to Therapy After His Good Ending

Characters: Jumin

Genre: Crack, slight angst but mostly crack and sillyness

Format: headcanons

Pronouns if used: they/them

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- will be hesitant and will even straight up say no, but of course you convince him

- "hmmm no therapy? Guess that means no " physical " therapy either..."

- he changed his tune rather quickly

- he requested you be there with him, even talking to the therapist

- was very slow opening up and would often look at you to answer for him with his cat like wide eyes, even when you didn't know what the hell the answer was

"So...your mother...did she ever comfort you when you were sad? Did you ever show you were sad?" *he turns to you, expectantly* ???

- very very awkward, reaches your your hand or is always touching you. Is awkward, feels awkward. Doesn't like it, feels out of place.

- Always felt like therapy was for people who had problems, he never thought he had problems til you pointed them out to him

"Jumin, dont you think this overprotective nature comes from somewhere? Maybe you're insecure hon?" *confused wide eyed cat stare and hear tilt*

- just be patient with him, he'll get there

- the more sessions he has the more he'll open up and get it

- will eventually even stop needing you in there with him. When he tells you he wants to go alone, he's very proud. Be proud with him.

"No MC, I think I'll go myself this time. *smug smirk as he looks at you waiting for some sign of pride from you* (please be proud of him its a big accomplishment for him)

- when he does something sort of topic he'll rail it back and start monologuing about how his therapist talked to him about this. Will explain to you where it comes from and that he's working on it, apologizes

-toxic behavior reduces a lot less, mommy and daddy issues reduce a lot less, insecurities reduce a lot less

- ultimately, you won!

- remember, his toxic teauts are reduces but they are most definitely still there! Its him, after all

Again sorry this is so late!!!

[eleiyaumei]

Seven crossdressing as Rika in Chibi form ^-^

(Can someone improve on this, pretty please? (ó﹏ò｡) )

[hecalledme-jagi]

hi! i'm so upset after picking up mystic messenger again so i wanted to ask if you could do a zen x MC hc, but they're both aware that they are in different dimensions and will never be together... but they see each other in their dreams!!

(Bruh I wrote this a yr ago and completely forgot about it. Sorry Anon ;;;)

Anon, you hurt me so T_T I love the angst, but why!? ＿|￣|○

I am a weak, weak, woman for Zen angst and now I must offer it to you and the rest of this fandom. I must break my heart for this man, AGAIN! For you, Anon, I will dive back into the depths of despair. On that note, I hope you enjoy, or feel sad(??).

Sorry for the delay, but fitting that I write Zen angst on my 6th MysMe Anniversary LOL

Zen and MC in Different Dimensions

- Zen could feel when you missed him. It’s a warm yet heartbreaking feeling that rests in his chest and stings in his eyes.

- You could feel Zen’s thoughts of you. They’re constant and lovely but left you melancholic and lonely.

- He knew when you were thinking of him or talking about him because suddenly everything appeared so much brighter.

- You knew when he longed for you because bright and unhindered smiles always seemed to paint your face.

- Sometimes he swore he could hear your voice and your beautiful laughter when he was going about his day.

- Sometimes his laughter was all you could hear and all you wanted to hear.

- Zen often wondered if you got the same feelings he did. Did your heart feel unbearably warm when he missed you? Did your world light up when he talked about you or thought of you? Did you hear his laughter and his voice throughout the day?

- The answer was yes, a thousand times over, with every ounce of love, joy, and sadness.

- And sadly, he would never know, but he knew one thing for sure, sharing dreams was something you both looked forward to.

- Knowing you could only reach each other in your dreams, made sleep the most treasured thing either of you could ask for.

- In those dreams, he could hold you and offer you the affections he couldn’t in the waking hours of the day. He’s created vast and beautiful worlds in those dreams, hoping each one would make your waking hours a little more bearable.

- He made sure that those dreams encouraged you to live in reality bc that’s where you truly belonged, but deep down he wished that sleep would never end and he could stay with you.

- On the hardest days, when his feelings of loneliness became more than he could take, when his insecurities raged and roared at him, when life got too difficult to bear; all he wanted was to sleep and be where you are.

- To feel your warmth and comfort, support and love.

- He wanted, so desperately, to bridge those distant dimensions for as long as possible, even if it became unhealthy.

- But what good would that do? He would only be dragging you down with him, and he could never do that to you.

- Furthermore, he knew, better than anyone else, that you would want him to continue living and perusing his dreams, the same way he wanted that for you.

- So, sleeping until you wake, would be enough.

- Holding you until morning came.

- Kissing you until daybreak.

- Sweet nothings until sunrise.

- Laughter until first light.

- Loving you, and you loving him, without limit or requisite.

- He would take his fill, searing ever inch of you into his memory. Filling his cup until it overflowed with you, hoping it would bleed into the day that followed. Hoping it would make up for the lack of you in his world.

- Hoping maybe one day that the yearning you shared would somehow turn the two dimensions into one, where he could finally have your scent cling to his clothes and melt into his skin. Where he could have you part of his life, morning, noon, and night. Where sleep wasn’t the only place he could find you. Where loving you beyond a screen and short lived dreams was no longer a wish, but rather something mixed with normalcy.

˚✧₊⁎𝒥𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎⁎⁺˳✧༚

I do not own any characters, all ownership goes to Cheritz. Thanks for reading!

[ikemen-trifecta]

Friend Quotes as MysMes [Part 1]

SPOILER WARNING

Not a Cybird game, but it has ikemen and will therefore be at my mercy. –Edi

Saeran's first quote can be taken literally, and I am so sorry.

[nanoko-aishino]

Hi! Could I ask for Saeyoung and C1 for the outfit drawing requests?

Thank you!!!

Ooh thank you for your support!! <3 and Sorry that I'm answering rather late, but I noticed, that I indeed forgot how to draw haha ^^'

Hope you like it :)

request post

[brighteststar707]

Lollipop 🍭 for Saeyoung (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

She/her pronouns. Maybe like mc falls for him not expecting much back but then with time realizes that he might have feelings for her too? I think this would be fun to see in the post SE timeline when Saeyoung can take time falling in love. And MC wasn't pushy or invasive in his route, she was understanding! She helped Saeyoung bring Saeran back and kept supporting him any way she could during Saeran's recovery. As she spends more time with Saeyoung she realizes that she has genuine feelings for him and she notices that he might be feeling the same way. This might be a bit too much backstory for a drabble 😅 do feel free to add or change anything you like! I'm excited to read it ♥️♥️ congrats again for 300 followers!🥳💕💕

Lucy! Thank you for your patience!

This request was a lot of fun to write, though it did take me some time to figure out how best to frame it. Don't apologise for the extra backstory, I love hearing about the ideas you have in mind!

The concept of Saeyoung and his MC falling for each other slowly after the events of his route is one I really enjoy. It's probably a lot healthier than what happens in the route. He needs his time to come to terms with everything else before ever considering love.

I took most of your prompt and changed the perspective a bit, so it's Saeyoung realizing his feelings after everything is said and done. I hope you enjoy <3

✧ Lollipop ~ Having a crush

Today’s outing takes a detour to a little coffee shop. After a few hours of walking around the park and exploring different shops, they’d both like a break. It’s an unremarkable building, the kind of place that’s easy to miss if you’re not paying attention but surprisingly, the inside is warm and welcoming, like a little hideaway from the streets outside. Saeyoung likes it from the moment they enter. How she ever found this place, he doesn’t know.

They pick a good variety of pastries from the case to go with their drinks – they’ve never been the type to do half-measures – and then settle into a booth by the window. He sits opposite her, and the table is small enough that his legs risk bumping into hers. He tucks them under his chair instead.

Since the twins' lives had settled into a new sort of normal in the bunker, Saeyoung had found himself with a lot more free time on his hands. Saeran did not need him in the ways he once did (in fact, his independence is key to his recovery). The agency had imploded and his father had finally been served justice. He wasn’t sure what was left for him to do except stare at the walls of his office. He had never had any ambitions beyond the life he had been previously living. They were never allowed.  

She had caught him in the middle of a crisis where he had spent weeks closed up indoors panicking about the openness of his future. She encouraged him to come outside with her, it had been so long since they had last seen each other, after all. They went for a walk around the empty land surrounding where he lived, talked about life, the little things, and then later the big scary things. 

This gesture of hers had awoken in him a feverish desire to catch up on everything at once, the life he had been missing all this time. They immediately started making plans for when to meet up next, where to go and what to do.

No two outings so far have been the same. Sometimes, they just pick random exits off the highway to go exploring. Other times, they went to the cinema or a museum. The RFA joined them sometimes, like the time they managed to convince Jumin to hold a game night at his penthouse (those shiny new consoles were just begging to be used) and the time they all went together to watch Zen perform in his latest show. Saeran even agreed to join once or twice, like when they got ice cream at the park or when they went to go visit an art gallery. A lot of the time, though, it was just the two of them.

They didn't mind it that way. It was no secret that they had always been closer than the others. Even from the beginning, when they were just strangers in a chatroom, they managed to still joke around in ways the others didn’t understand. There was an understanding between them, a product of their personalities and the things they had been through, that would be difficult to replicate with anyone else.

Even now, as they sit in the café sipping their drinks, the silence is comfortable. He can read the expression on her face as she watches the people walk by from the quirk in her eyebrows and the slight smile that curves the corners of her mouth.

She catches him watching her, though, and quickly locks her eyes on his.

She flashes him a cheeky smile and says, “Something catch your eye?” and his stomach does somersaults. Did she always look like that?

Despite all the time they had spent together, both before Mint Eye and after, sometimes it felt like he was still just noticing things about her he probably should have noticed before this. The smell of her shampoo when she got into his car earlier today. Her arm brushing against his when reaching for a book on a shelf next to him. The proximity of their knees under the table.

If he looks visibly flustered, she doesn't let on. She instead replaces her question with another one. She asks him about how life is going in the bunker. How he is coping, how Saeran is coping.

He tells her that he is looking at houses, that he's trying to find the best way to broach the idea of moving to Saeran. How to involve him in the process, so he has a say in where they end up living. He tells her that it's getting easier on most days to talk to each other.

He doesn't give her the half-answers he's used to giving. How could he? She has seen him in his entirety, at his worst as well as his best. It's no use lying to her even if he wanted to; she has been involved with their reuniting and recovery since day one.

She is the reason he survived the whole ordeal at all. When he was falling to pieces at the apartment, she was the one who brought him food, who didn't try to pry. She stubbornly refused to let him punish himself for things that weren't his fault. Then, when it was time for him to go and rescue Saeran, she agreed to go with him without question.

He remembers waking up at the hospital and finding her curled up asleep on a very uncomfortable looking chair. She hadn’t left, even after they got rescued. No, she remained until he was discharged, bringing with her well-wishes from the others and news on Saeran’s recovery. She is the one who broke the news to him about V and who let him air out his frustrations as well as his grief.

When he was finally discharged, she promised him that she was just a call away. He thanked her (he will likely never stop thanking her) but promised himself that he would not burden her with any more of his troubles.

He went on to focus on Saeran’s care. It was worse than he could have imagined, to see his brother in that state. The anger, he could take. He deserved it. But the emptiness, the apathy he saw from the person he once knew to be so joyful scared him like nothing else. He could rescue Saeran from Rika and the drugs she put him under. He could not force him to keep living if he didn't wan to, however.

That’s how he ended up calling her again. From then on, she often accompanied him to hospital visits. She’d wait for him in the waiting room every time he went in, and on days when he couldn’t, she would go in instead. Afterwards, she’d encourage him to talk about the things on his mind. She was the first person to hear about his plan to break Saeran out of the hospital.

He allowed himself to accept help from her and offered her the same support in return. On more than one occasion he stayed on the phone with her till she fell asleep because memories of the basement cell and gunshots and screams were keeping her up. He understood that some things she’d never be able to explain to anyone else.

As he rebuilt his life, she was an essential part of it. He survived because of her friendship and promise that he would never be alone if he didn't want to be.

The time passes quickly as they share pastries and discuss the pros and cons of the different types of houses he is considering. He isn’t sure when their adventures became more about seeing her than doing whatever activity they had planned. When he started calling her just to ask her what she was doing and to hear the sound of her voice on the other side. He is already dreading dropping her off at home later and returning to the bunker by himself. Without her, things feel off-kilter.

There is a small voice telling him that he knows what he's feeling. That he had felt it once before, in a time when she was just a grainy figure on CCTV footage and a voice over the phone. The spark of something that had been stifled by everything that came after.

He leans forward to show her a listing on his phone, and their legs bump under the table. It doesn't look like she notices but he can feel his heart racing. He must say something funny, because she tips her head back to laugh and the sunlight catches on her hair.

And then all the pieces slot together like the world's most obvious puzzle and he is left dumbfounded by his own obliviousness.

Before he can process his realization, before he can try and figure out what it means, the words tumble out of his mouth.

"I love you."

There it was, out on the table with whatever was left of the pastries.

She immediately straightens up and looks at him with wide eyes.

"What did you say?"

Is he imagining things, or does she sound flustered?

"I... love you." He says it slower this time and it sounds almost inadequate.

"Oh."

He's not imagining things. She fiddles with her sleeves and looks down at the table as if it'd be able to hide the smile that's slowly growing on her (definitely blushing) cheeks. Before he can think of something (anything) else to say, she takes a breath and looks at him. She's smiling shyly, it's a look he has never seen on her before.

"That makes me so happy, Saeyoung."

"Does that mean..."

Her smile widens and she nods. "Me too."

"What- why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to dump my feelings on you after everything. I thought it would ruin things."

"As if you could ruin anything."

They hold eye contact for a second before they both burst into a fit of giggles out of relief and the absurdity of it all.

He reaches for her hand across the table. Their legs bump and cross under the table, and he doesn't mind how much the contact makes his heart race. In fact, he relishes it. He wonders what it would feel like if she were closer, whether it would simply stop beating all together. He can't remember the last time someone was this close to him.

They have spent the last few months catching up on life he has missed. As he squeezes her hand between both of his and digests the certainty of their confessions, he realises that this is only the beginning.

[natasha-in-space]

I think not nearly enough people comprehend just how messed up Rika's and V's relationships truly was, actually. It is so easy to get hyperfocused on the big climax of their toxic obsession: the cult, the physical violence, and the secrets. But, like... You ever actually sit down and think about the sheer fact that V looked at Rika: a hurt, traumatized girl, terrified of being her true self, desperate for love she didn't even have a clear idea of in her own mind, safe for some very vague feeling she deemed to be 'love', and... He saw beauty in it. He was never malicious about it, nor did he even realize it fully, not until MC came into his life and pushed him into reevaluating his own worth as well as his views on what love truly is. But, at the time, he saw all that hidden pain and trauma in her, and he saw beauty in it. He was intrigued by it. It fascinated him. He desired to transform it into something even more stunning with his own two hands, analogous to an artist fixing his next big masterpiece. And she was his masterpiece. One he would paint and bend and mold into something he knew he wanted to achieve. It wasn't even a want, it was a craving. Not really knowing that he was just so racked with guilt and self-hatred after his mother's death, that he was merely trying to prove himself to no one but his own troubled and scared mind. To prove to himself that he could be an artist, and that he really could love like the sun. That he could save someone this time around, instead of losing them. Because, truth is, he could never be an artist, not in the way his soul truly longed for.

Rika was both his muse and his creation at the same time.

That's why he never encouraged her to get the help she desperately needed if she didn't want to do it herself. That's why he never got involved in any extreme ways until it became far too difficult for him to handle. That's why he told her time and time again that she was beautiful and perfect just the way she is, even when she herself would doubt and be deeply disturbed by his eager willingness to sink into the deepest of lows for her.

In a way, neither of them truly knew each other. It's a fact that they cared for each other at one point in time. But they didn't see each other as equal individuals to grow and change alongside. For Rika, V was her sun she adored and loathed all the same. He was not a person, he was just an anchor that kept her steady and a cruel reminder of all she could never be. For V, Rika was his canvas to pour his locked away feelings onto. She was not a person, she was a living proof of his ability to create and love in a way he desperately craved.

And in the end, that destroyed and scarred both of them. Not only them, but also many completely innocent individuals who were caught in the crossfire.

What a big, complicated, and horrible mess these two are.

[comfortmelodies]

Hello!

You can call me fish, I am the one running this blog :3 The purpose: for fun! and to practice my writing skills!!

Requests; Open! (current request count: 2)

Heres the basis of what I can write for you:

Ship fanfic, x reader, & reader, headcannons, nd most likely other things if you just ask :)

I can try to do Slight NSFW, but it’s not my strongest suit. Also, if your request is in that vain please make sure the character(s) are of age, thank you!!

If I’m unable to do your request I will answer to your ask privately, if you think you’ve sent a request and it didn’t send through don’t be scared to send the request again! I will let you know if I got it in that case.

Fandoms I can write for below the cut :D

Fandoms

Red Dead Redemption 1 & 2

Devil’s Candy

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

Psychonauts (whole series)

Mob Psycho 100

Hunter X Hunter

Bocchi The Rock

Amphibia

The Owl House

Mystic Messenger

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Homestuck

Thanks for stopping by and reading 💕 Hope you enjoy, and feel free to request!

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[raiiinydrawz]

I'm experiencing extreme art block so. Send in drawing requests of yttd, vnc, mysme, or enstars characters n I'll draw em!!! :>

[three-word-count]

The Taste of Home

Chapter One: Chamomile

Saeran x reader, post-after-ending domestics

Word count: 1542

Read on Ao3 link

[ I wish we could take a nap together read together look at pretty flowers together and go see places we've never seen together… ] 

...

He slept like an angel.

You found him sprawled out across your brand new couch- a soft mauve color he had picked out for its shade alone. The ends of his hair blended seamlessly with the velvety fabric in the dim lighting. You couldn’t tell where it began and ended. Perhaps he was so tired that he began to melt into the furniture itself. It was a plausible thought, considering how hard he’d been working as of late.

It had been less than four months since… well, everything. Since the quick beginning and ending of your Mint Eye stay. Since Saeyoung's brutal kidnapping. Since the chaotic reveal and fallout of Rika and Jihyun's chaos. Since the twins' father… Saeran needed rest more than anything nowadays.

His bruised eye bags had slowly faded with time as you helped him develop a more normal sleep schedule, and his eye-strain lessened as he was weaned off of constant exposure to computer screens despite the remaining permanent damage when it came to reading up close. He still struggled with regular nightmares and episodic bouts of terror that left him awake and anxious for hours, but you never minded. You were both healing after all, and healing took time. There were noticeable improvements with every passing week.

You were also able to encourage a proper meal schedule, three meals per day that were, more often than not, cooked together due to his passion for the kitchen. He enjoyed the bonding time along with the fact that you could be involved in activities together. He hadn't been able to share hobbies and interests with anyone back at Magenta, and these new kinds of experiences and relationships were deeply important to him.

He remained trapped with his extreme people-pleasing issues, but you helped him see that destroying a recipe in accidents was more than okay, in fact it was fun sometimes, and a great thing to laugh over and learn from. Combined with his new self-made recipe books he'd been experimenting with, along with his always-oversized portions of pastry baking, you'd been glad to see his physicality improve as well. “No more skin-and-bones-Saeran” you had set as a goal, and his love for sweets guaranteed to help with that. The amount of time the two of you spend in the kitchen kept you both soft and healthy, a drastic improvement from his previous lifestyle.

He was determined and set to strive for any and all improvements despite his remaining reserved fears. His current project was constructing the house he had promised to you, though you suspected that in a way he had also promised it to himself. He had experience with the erection of towers and extensions of Mint Eye's main facility and the design of his beloved gardens, yet he hesitated at most decision making at the beginning of the project. He checked in with you for comments, worries, confirmations, and any and all opinions or concerns. He worried ceaselessly over little details and intricacies that could be altered later. Contrary to how Ray had furnished your old room fully on his own account, he regretted being so controlling of your environment there, and now wanted only what you wanted and nothing more.

And like always, you wanted nothing more than to help him find himself. You did what you knew best, and found that in this case, it was mostly a balanced art of praise and comfort.

He responded well to your steady encouragement, urging him slowly to come up with and settle on ideas of his own choosing. You were happiest when you could clearly see his progress; his most recent blueprint he had worked on with his brother, of a skylight he wanted in the bedroom ceiling that could be left open for starlight viewing and closed shut with a switch-activated sliding panel for proper darkness and sleeping. He excitedly introduced it to you with energetic gestures and a gentle blush dusted on his cheeks with occasional hesitation that gave away his nervousness. You had kissed his nose and told him you loved the idea.

Since then, he added a confident personal touch to almost everything.

Of course you were still highly involved, his dream garden wouldn't be perfect without your additions, he had claimed. He designed a walkway of cement stones of different shapes, ones you could design together. The largest one was in the shape of a heart, where other garden paths could branch off from it. It had both of your hand prints molded into the wet plaster, the permanent keystone of his new backyard paradise. A previous copy that the both of you had made had been squished from leaning too far into it while laughing. He placed it as the center stone of the patio he planned to build a wooden porch swing on.

He had plenty more things drafted on sheets and little sketches on sticky notes stamped along his laptop rim, but he had been so busy already with everything else that he needed to be coaxed into regular breaks still. It’s difficult to break workaholic tendencies, Jaehee had confirmed herself as you confided in her at your last cafe visit about his still-somewhat-spontaneous sleep schedule. He just wanted stability. No more change. No more construction. No more couch napping on half finished rooms, or staying over in Saeyoung’s labyrinth of a bunker with more spare rooms than he could count on his hands. He wanted his hard-earned independence and a proper safe haven for the two of you, and he was willing to do everything he could to achieve it as soon as possible.

But of course, this mentality caught up to him. You had returned from your errands to find him draped across the couch, a book on botany care splayed open across his chest, his thin, rose-gold reading glasses having slipped down his nose. His breath came in waves of deep sleep. You suspected he had been this way for a while. How cute…  

Best to let him rest. He deserved it. You placed your bags down beside the door. You could put them away later. You retrieved a gently folded fleece blanket, a soft mimic of a large gloriosum leaf you had bought as a surprise gift for him. He had teared up with excitement when you first presented the large heart-shaped sheet to him, wrapped caringly in floral paper that he almost didn’t want to tear apart. He used it so often that it now carried his gentle scent, seemingly woven into the fabric itself. You took the book from his chest and draped the fabric over him, securing him lovingly in its embrace so as to welcome him into a warm dream. He mumbled in his sleep. Your name, soft upon his lips.

He used to be a light sleeper, fueled by fear to remain awake for hours through the night. The lightest footsteps were once able to fling him into an alerted frenzy. But this new comfort had changed him. Your presence made him feel secure. Safe. Truly at home, for the first time in his life. You pet his hair, brushing his long bangs away from his eyes. Perhaps you would trim them for him soon.

But that thought could wait for now. You sat down on the floor, leaning slowly against the front of the couch so as to not disturb his rest, and opened his botany book to the page where he left off. You wanted to be a part of his greenhouse dream, and the best way to help is to learn it all the same way he did. You admired his intelligence and dedication to bookkeeping. The vast amount of shelves he had filled in the living room were proof of his adherence to the art.

You shifted your focus back to his book, calmly grounded by his steady breathing beside your head. You found his myosotis bookmark resting in the crevice of a chapter on tea, saving his spot on the page of flower care. Handwritten scribbles of notes filled in the margins, data and consideration of sunlight and water ratios, temperature changes, and the average seasonal shifts. He put a great amount of care into this project that did not even yet exist.

How sweet, how badly he wanted this self-sufficient garden. And how sweet that he could create exactly that with his life and freedom and very own choices. He deserved to yearn and dream, no matter how big or small. Because every little thing in life was important to Saeran.

His delicate chamomile buds, though not yet tangible, could almost be tasted on your tongue. The thought of your future, wrapped in his arms on a cold rainy morning, warmed by cups of herbal tea grown, raised, and brewed fully on his own… your heart softened at the possibility. Guided by the flowers, you felt sleep begin to pull on you as well. Perhaps, while reading the same book and thinking the same thoughts, Saeran had experienced the equivalent too. Maybe with this shared feeling in your chest, you both would share the same dream as well. You let the idea take you, and drifted off to rest, your heartbeat synced with his.