#luxielle

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

Also less funny ver

So…let’s say Unknown’s been stalking you for a while before he finally cons you into going to the apartment. I like to think that there are plenty of little instances where he finds reasons to (literally) bump into you or pops up in places to creepily observe you…because, you know, he’s obsessed it’s part of his job. Could you maybe write about some of those instances? ^^

okay HI first off i just wanna say i think you’re really nice and epic and SOBS thank you for reblogging my work, i love seeing the kind words you send my way >v< ALSO I AM sorry this took a while, i've been writing it for weeks now i think but sob I GOT BUSY ;~; i meant it to be like 3 scenes but ended up with 2-

that being said *rubs hands together* here we go with our favorite lil stalker boy! forgive me if i made a part of it funny, i just think it REALLY would be and he wouldn’t be scary just awkward

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stalker unknown

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It’s three o’ clock on a Thursday afternoon and all you really want is your favorite milk tea. This last stop before you make it home isn’t a part of your weekly routine, no, but the shop is a place you usually frequent.

Which is why Unknown chose this spot to work today. With the right clothes and a properly secured wig, he blended right in with the rest of the customers. He chose a little corner for himself and got set up, opening his laptop and pulling up hacked surveillance cameras that tracked your movements. On his phone was a glowing dot that seemed to be getting closer.

According to his calculations, the chances of you coming here today were around 28.5 to 42.8%. Of course, the chances of him running into you would go up to 100% if he was there every single day. So really, it was only a matter of time before you’d be in the same room. It’s just that he didn’t quite expect to see you so soon, not when it was only his second day here.

But the bell above the door chimed. And the face he’d only ever known in pixels was suddenly mere feet away from him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ray, can you please come closer?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I… don’t deserve this from you.”

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

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

“Ray?”

He takes a breath and tries again.

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

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

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

“Are you alright?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Requests are still open!

#12: Sundress

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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