i wanted to draw dumb boyfriends so i drew dumb boyfriends

anonymous asked:

The RFA boys reacting when MC is acting overally emotional because they don't feel loved

Author’s note: Okay so here’s my apology fluff. ENJOY!!!! ALSO, DO NOT WORRY I WILL WRITE JAEHEE’S LATER ♥ This request only had the boys, but I’ll post hers sometime tomorrow :)

Yoosung

ok note, I didn’t see Yoosung neglecting MC enough for her to be emotional, so I kinda added a little twist

It was exam week, so you cut him some slack. Sure, you didn’t get as many hugs and kisses as normal, but your smol bean was working hard to keep his grades up.

But soon, one week of no cuddles, became a month.

Over this time, he had become a little short with you, and spent less time in the house. For the past couple of days he even forgot your goodnight kisses!

“Yoosung?”

He took off his gaming headphones, but kept his eyes on the screen.

What do you want?”

You crossed your arms. “Hey, don’t snap at me like that! I haven’t even done anything…”

He sighed. After finishing his attack, he paused LOLOL and stood up.

“…Sorry. What’s up?”

He walked right in front of you and you scowled.

“That. That’s ‘What’s up.’ Why have you been acting so… distant?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Yoosung…”

He threw his hands up, obviously exasperated. 

“Fine! I failed my exam, okay? I was ashamed to tell you, but I have such a hard time lying to you! The best solution I could come up with was to avoid you…”

“Yoosung, do you know how many tests I’ve failed? It’s not something to be ashamed of,” you smiled, shaking your head.

“Really?”

“Yes!!”

The blonde smiled and gave you a hug. When he pulled away, he still stayed close.

“That’s a relief.”

“I’ll say! For the past couple of months I thought you had… well, never mind.”

“You thought what?” He burrowed his eyebrows and frowned.

“I don’t know… I thought you were going to break up with me or something…”

He laughed, and then picked you up and spun you around.

“YOOSUNG PUT ME DOWN!!”

“How could I break up with you when I love you soooooo much? You’re so funny sometimes, MC.”

And I guess it was kind of silly. Because even if he did try to break up with you, there was NO WAY you were leaving him.


Zen

“One at a time, please! Don’t worry; I’ll get all of you. Just wait your turn!!”

You glared at the crowd of screaming girls. This was supposed to be you and Zen’s first date night in months, but of course his fans had to show up.

“Zen, can we go? I’m starving.”

“In a minute, babe, I’m a little busy,” he smiled, gesturing to the sea of screams.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll just meet you at home. We can reschedule for another time.”

You stormed off, pushing your way through the crowd. Two hours later, your boyfriend joined you at home. You were in the kitchen when he walked through the front door.

“Hey MC, what’s for dinner?”

“Fend for yourself,” you scoffed.

You tried to walk past him, not wanting to talk, but he wrapped his arm around your waist and spun you around. He pulled you into his chest and tilted his head up.

“What’s wrong? Was it something I said?”

“…More like something you didn’t say.”

“What?”

You sighed. “All night, you were talking to your fans. You were all like, ‘I love you so much’ or ‘you mean the world to me’ or ‘aren’t you the sweetest thing?’”

“And?”

“And- what about me? Are those just things you say to everyone? Do you just throw the word love around like a… like a… like a love prostitute? Giving your love out to anything that moves?”

“L-love prostitute?”

He started laughing, and soon you joined him.

“Yeah… I guess that was pretty dumb.”

He wiped a tear from his eye and then gave you a serious look.

“It wasn’t dumb. I didn’t say those things to you because I thought it was implied. I love you so much, that after you left, I called like 20 of my fans MC. Just because I couldn’t get you off of my mind. So… I’ll stop being a love ho.”

“Prostitute.”

“…Prostitute.”


Jumin

You stared at Jumin as he typed away on his laptop.

It’s always work this, work that! Even at home he works until he sleeps…

“Jumin?”

“In a minute, MC.”

You huffed and reached for the tv remote, turning it on.

“MC, you know I can’t work with the tv on.”

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arm. “MC, you know I can’t work with the tv on.”

Jumin turned around in his chair.

“Did you just mimic me?”

Did you just mimic me?”

Sighing, Jumin closed his laptop. “What’s wrong with you? Is it that time of month?”

You threw a pillow at him and stood up to storm off. Before you could reach the door he grabbed your arm and spun you around.

MC… tell me what’s wrong or I’m going back to work.”

“Of course you will,” you mumbled, looking down at your feet.

“What did you say?”

“I said ‘of course you will.’ As in, of course you’ll go back to work. You should just marry it!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I can’t marry work. Plus, I’m a very important businessman. Of course I’m going to be busy.”

He let go of your arm and started walking back to his desk.

“Do you still love me?”

He stopped walking.

“What?”

“Me. Do you love me?”

He turned to face you again and chuckled. “Do I still love you?”

You nodded.

“Do I still love you?”

You crossed your arms impatiently. “Yes, just answer the question!!”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the bed. In one swift motion you were lying down, Jumin hovering right above you.

“Well, how about I just show you how much I love you.”

And by the end of the night, you knew.

He loved you a hell of lot more than you thought.

 

707

Seven had been spending more and more time away from you. It started out as getting home late from RFA security meetings, but now he’ll arrive hours after dinner! You’ve even gone to bed a couple times before he got home. You knew he wasn’t cheating… I mean it’s Seven we’re talking about. He wouldn’t do that.

Right?

After two months, two months, of this, you’d had enough.

He came home as you were about to put his dinner in the fridge.

“Honey, I’m homeeeee!”

He always does that, every time he comes home. You would think it was cute, if you weren’t so annoyed right now.

“Cool. Dinner’s in the fridge. Night.”

He shivered and hugged himself.

“You must have stood in front of the fridge too long, because that was cold. Come and give me a kiss!”

You rolled your eyes and walked away.

“MC! Wait!”

“Yes, Seven?

“Why are you acting so strange?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“Please, I know you like the back of my hand, and this is not how you normally act. What’s wrong? Did you have a tough day?”

“Nah… easy day at work, good-for-nothing boyfriend showing up late, again. The usual.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah.”

“I can explain-“

“I’m sure you can! I’m just not interested.”

“Please, if I could just show you-“

“Seven, do you know how hard it is to fall asleep alone once you’ve gotten used to the warmth of someone else? Hmm?”

“N-no…”

“Yeah, well I do. Because that’s what I’ve had to do for the past couple of nights. Sleep alone. And, I don’t know, maybe I should sleep alone tonight, too.”

“But, where will I sleep?”

“The couch sounds nice. Try there?”

“MC please. Just… let me show you!”

“…”

“Please.”

“…Fine.”

He took your hand and lead you down into his home office.

“Why are we going in your home office? You told me a couple months ago that you were getting it sprayed for ants, and that you wanted me to stay out of it.”

“Well… I lied.”

He opened the door, and his office was covered in drawings.

But not just any drawings. Drawings of you and Seven.

“What are all these?”

Seven looked at his feet, blush forming on his face.

“W-well, I’ve been going over to Jaehee’s after work every day. One day at the RFA building, I asked her if she could help me with a special project of mine, and she agreed. I described each of the events you see to here, and she drew them for me. Then, I snuck through the window and stuck them on the wall in chronological order.”

“Is that why you were always home so late?”

“…Yeah.”

You smiled. Following the line of drawings, you recalled each event in your head.

That’s the day we met… and our first date… OH, that’s the day I moved in!

“Is there a drawing for every big event in our relationship?”

“Just about.”

You followed the line, until the end.

“Hey, Seven, it looks like there’s one missing?”

He sighed and took out a piece of folded paper from his pocket. He unfolded it and stuck it to the wall.

You got closer to it.

“S-seven? Is this?”

You turned around to find him on his knee.

“MC, will you marry me?”

You smiled “As long as it’s on a space station.”

That’s when he really knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

Mix of …some… of my AUs Tonys. Some Ive never even posted…. Liiike King!Tony finding Genie!Jarvis. Witch!Tony who King TChalla goes to to cure himself of his werepanther-ness that has been plaguing his family for generations.

Under the cut is brief explanations and links… LOL (or I should have done all that but eventually gave up because im lazy.)

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