I really wish Mashima would chill on the fanservice with Lucy. She was stripped and shown naked 8 fucking times in the Alvarez arc alone, and I wish Mashima could show off how much potential she really has.
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An angsty 707 x MC ficlet with a fluffy end? Thank you! Hope it's not too much. Love your blog!🌸
Of course it’s not too much! Hope you like this one:)
MC shut off the TV to answer her phone vibrating against the kitchen counter. When she saw the name flashing on the screen, she braced herself. “Hello?”
“Hello? MC?” The familiar voice came through the speaker.
“Did you need something, Saeyoung?” she asked, her tone sharper than she intended.
She heard him chuckle softly. “To be honest, my brother is driving me crazy at the moment. I feel like getting outside the house. Want to do something today?”
She suppressed the resurfacing guilt in her chest. “Um, maybe not today. I’m going out with Jaehee” she replied. He was silent on the other end, but she could feel the tension between them. “Hello?”
“That’s fine. Oh–Saeran is calling me now. Call me later, okay?” He hung up without another word. She was pretty sure she didn’t hear Saeran’s voice in the background, but she shrugged and put the phone down.
MC didn’t even notice the time that passed as she once again threw herself into answering emails for the next RFA party and finding more potential guests. So, when Saeyoung’s contact once again appeared on her phone, she was slightly confused. “Hey, didn’t you just call?” she asked.
“MC, that was hours ago. You probably forgot, because you were with Jaehee, right?”
She had almost forgotten the excuse she made. “Oh, was it? Yeah, I’m actually with her right now, so I’ll call you as soon as I get home.”
There was a short pause before she heard him scoff. “Funny you say that. I bumped into her two seconds ago at the grocery store. She didn’t mention you or your outing.”
MC shut her eyes and exhaled shakily. She opened her mouth to say something, but she had nothing that would defend her. “Um…”
“Are you avoiding me?”
She sighed and hoped he didn’t hear her shaky breath. “Saeyoung, why would I be avoiding you?”
“That’s what I’m asking you!” he burst. “I haven’t seen you in two weeks.”
“We were both really busy these two weeks. Get some rest, Saeyoung, I’ll see you on the weekend.You seem to need more time with your family.”
“What’s that supposed to–”
She ended the call before she could finish. She tossed her phone on the other end of the couch and curled her knees into her chest. She hated doing this to him…but Saeran was right. How did she possibly expect them to rebuild their relationship if she was getting in the way? She half expected her phone to continually vibrate, but it didn’t. She breathed in relief when it didn’t look like he would call back. She didn’t want to cause more problems than she had already.
Later that night, MC heard someone knocking on her door. A familiar voice was shouting her name from the other side. Saeyoung?
Her fingers hesitated on the door knob. Maybe he would assume she was asleep and just go home.
“MC, I know you’re awake,” his muffled voice carried through the door. “You never go to bed before two in the morning.”
MC slowly opened the door, only allowing her eyes to be shown. “Shut up, I’m asleep.”
He let out a strangled laugh before becoming solemn again. “This isn’t the time to joke around!” he said. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and sighed. “Can we talk?”
She nodded before opening the door. “Yeah, come in.”
He hesitated a few moments longer before entering. He shut the door behind him and exhaled sharply. “Okay, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he said. “And don’t give excuses. I want the truth, MC. We promised no secrets.”
“Nothing is wrong,” She paused. “I just wonder if you need some space. That’s all.”
He stared at her, his lips parted. He raked his hand through his red hair. “If I needed space, I would’ve told you! Where did you even get that idea? I didn’t push you away. I invited you over a lot–”
“That doesn’t mean you’re not tired all the time! You have enough thing to worry about. Having me will just be another problem, Saeyoung.” MC tried to steady her voice. She could almost feel a lump in her throat.
“What?” he breathed. “Problem? MC, I have never considered you a problem. Besides that, what exactly am I tired from? I don’t work half as much anymore.”
The room was silent for a moment. The words she was holding in for a long time finally escaped her mouth. “It’s Saeran.”
She watched as Saeyoung’s usual vibrancy drained from his face. This is what she dreaded. She cleared her throat and went on when he didn’t respond. “He mentioned that you’d been tired lately…and dealing with him was probably enough. Having to constantly entertain me on top of it…he said maybe I should take it into consideration.”
To her surprise, Saeyoung chuckled. “Is this why he’s been asking if you were coming over every day? The guy’s drowning in his guilt.” Saeyoung grabbed MC’s hand and yanked her into his embrace.
She was too stunned to return it. “What do you mean?” she mumbled into his shoulder. “Your brother usually avoids me. I don’t understand.”
“He was probably having a bad day. Next time just tell me if he says that. He usually doesn’t mean it in that way.” His voice was muffled in her hair. “Come to me first, mkay?”
She nodded. The weight she’d been carrying on her shoulders for the past two weeks dissipated with him so close. Finally, she snaked her arms around his torso. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m always worried that I’m always hindering you somehow. I guess it just got to me.”
He clicked his tongue and pulled back to look at her. “Where do you get these silly ideas in your head?” he said, gently rapping his knuckles against her forehead. “You and Saeran are all I have. If anything, you’re the one who pushes me forward, got it?”
Again, she nodded, releasing the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “So–er–are you free tomorrow?”
He tapped his chin. “The question is if you’re free. Two weeks of lost time, that’s at least fourteen hours we need to make up. So, I’ll pick you up at eight in the morning.”
She frowned. “Wait, what? But where are we going?”
He opened the door behind him. “Secret. But I can tell you it involves cake.”
With one last wink, he left her alone in the apartment, feeling lighter than she had all week. It wasn’t long after that her phone vibrated with an apologetic text from Saeran.
MC sighed and shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. Sometimes, Saeyoung could be a handful with his crazy shenanigans or his rare overly-serious behavior. But if there was one thing he knew how to do was fix things. Especially when it came to the people he cared for most.
I admit that i get kinda annoyed when people make posts saying “hiro just end this part of the arc and go back to nalu/gruvia/any other big ship” because the story is more than one about ships, and the storylines in the arc about erza are kinda interesting. But ships are a big part of the story, so i guess they have a point.
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The fact that Erza can never lose just makes any and all sacrifices from the other characters absolutely worthless. Makarov’s “death” was needless because Erza would’ve beaten the army with little trouble.
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