Mystic Messenger One Shots

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It's Sevens birthday so I thought 'hey, why not make a few one shots for him' so I'm going to be doing this one and a birthday one later on in the day. This specific one was inspired by my friend and has no spoilers, hope you enjoy~

I quickly let out a tired sigh after I finished editing my video that I would be posting on YouTube. I ran a gaming channel, which was fun and I enjoyed, but editing was one of the most time consuming things ever.

Suddenly there was a knock at my door, I gently sat my computer beside me and headed towards my front door and looked out the peep-hole. A small smile made its way onto my face as I saw Seven, my dear boyfriend, standing outside the door with what looked to be takeout.

I quickly unlocked the door and let him into my tiny apartment, telling him we could eat on the couch after I post the specific video I was already done editing.

Seven made himself at home, sitting on the couch and scrolling through possible movies to watch. I quickly shut and lock the door, making my way over and uploading the video.

Not long after, Seven spoke up. "Do you wanna watch Good Boys? I hear it's really funny." I looked up from the computer, which told me that the video was 20% done uploading. "Isn't that the one with the three kids and it's rated R?" Seven nodded his head, turning back to the tv. "If you don't want to watch that we can watch something else." I gave him a light smile, which he couldn't see, and told him that I didn't mind watching it.
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After the movie was over it had effectively made both me and Seven laugh and cringe at the same time. "What about a horror movie now?" I asked, standing up to get popcorn. "Sure, let me find one..." Seven responded, letting out a loud yawn.

In the middle of making popcorn I got a notification from my computer saying the video officially updated, so I went on Instagram and Twitter to announce that the new video was up. "Hey Seven?" I asked, walking over to the couch, leaning against the back of it. "Look at this."

I showed Seven my lockscreen, which was a picture of the two of us out on a date. I could see Sevens face soften lightly, smiling fondly at the photo. Suddenly however, my phone was blowing up from notifications, thousands of them coming in from Twitter, Instagram, and YouTube separately.

Suddenly, Seven sweat dropped and let out a nervous laugh. "There's no way I could deal with that..." I giggled at his remark, "Well after the movie I'll have to go through most of them." I said, standing up and going over to the microwave so I could put the popcorn in a bowl.

"Why do you go through all of them? It seems like such a hassle." Seven asked, his voice laced with genuine curiosity. "Because 8/10 comments I get make me happy!" I said, smiling at the thought of some of the comments I remember the most. "And the other two?" My genuine smile turned bittersweet as I plopped onto the couch.

"Either hate or creeps." I let out a small sigh, remembering the rudest and weirdest comments I've gotten. "Oh! I heard that "Z" was a good horror movie! It even has Zen in it!" I told Seven, tugging lightly on his jacket. Without another word Seven clicked the movie and we started to watch it together, cuddling.

After any small jump scare, Seven would wither jump lightly or hug me even tighter, which I didn't mind. But at some point i couldn't help but close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep. It wasn't that the movie was boring, it was actually quite interesting, but having Seven cuddle me and hold me just made me feel so safe, i couldn't help but fall asleep.

-Extra-
After Seven noticed that you where sleep, he quickly turned off the movie and shifted both you and him in a more comfortable position so you guys could sleep.

However, Seven couldn't help but feel slightly off at the memory of you telling his that there where a bunch of creeps on your account. Without thinking twice Seven took his phone out of his pocket and went onto your social media, and sure enough, even with the many good ones, the inappropriate ones stuck out like a sore thumb to him.

Seven's brows furrowed in irritation as he set his phone down and cradled you, making a mental note to hack into your account and block them once he got back home...