mc on demand

Imagine one day Ernest and Lucien are playing video games. And it’s a Friday night, so they don’t have school the next day.

Damien and MC are upstairs in Damien’s library doing something or other.

When suddenly, they hear MC’s voice from the entrance to the living room.

“Hey, Lucien?”

Lucien and Ernest are in the middle of a match.

Lucien doesn’t even look away from the screen.

“Yeah, dad?”

MC doesn’t answer for a moment. Ernest’s character falters on the screen, and Lucien immediately takes the chance to attack him.

Finally, after a few moments of silence MC says that, “Damien and I are heading out to the movies. You guys wanna come with us?”

“Nah, Ernest and I will just hang out here,” Lucien replies, still focused on his game.

“Alright. I’ll leave some money on the counter, so you guys can order yourself some pizza okay?”

“Thanks, love you!”

There’s another moment of silence.

And then a suspiciously squeaky, “Love you too!”

MC and Damien leave for their date.

There’s a few minutes of relative quiet, the only noises coming from the fighting characters in the tv.

“So…” ventures Ernest eventually. “How long’s that been going on?”

“What?” asks Lucien, completely confused.

“You know, the thing with MC,” Ernest replies. Then, when Lucien still doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, “Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I mean, I know more than anyone what an ass your other biological father was to you and Damien, so I guess I’m happy for you that you seem to get along with him so well, but-”

Finally, Lucien pauses the game and turns to look at his friend in utter confusion.

“Ernest. What the ever-loving fuck are you on about???”

“You know,” Ernest says, waving his hand towards the doorway where MC had been just a moment ago. “How you just called MC dad?”

“I did WHAT!?” demands Lucien, eyes going wide as he replays the conversation in his mind, before his cheeks flush a bright red as he realizes that, yeah, he did just do that.

“You also told him you loved him,” Ernest supplies helpfully. “Before he said it to you.”

Lucien sinks to hide his face in the sofa cushions, and lets out a mortified scream.

“It was an accident!” he grinds out, voice muffled.

Ernest snorts in amusement.

“Well, yeah, kinda figured, after all the screaming and shit,” Ernest snorts. “Well either way, it’s not like you can back out now.”

“Why not?” asks Lucien sullenly.

“Dude. Did you not hear how happy he was? I think if you went back to calling him by name now, he might actually cry.”

random-b-l-o-g  asked:

Hi! First off, I want to say that I like your take on the situations and your writing. Could I perhaps request something? It has to do with the end of Jumin's 10th day. When V comes and picks us up he says that we'll be safe at the apartment. Could you perhaps write how the RFA + V would feel if MC was kidnapped by Unknown after she got to the apartment? It's very angsty, but oh well. If you can't write it then that's fine. Thanks!

This is an interesting request! I don’t think I’ve really written much angst since I got to this blog… (well. Granted, it’s only been 2 weeks.) I’d like to write more angst—send in asks, guys, haha! Let me practise and get better for you all <3

By the way, I love how you refer to MC as “us”!! Anyway, I hope this meets your expectations ^~^”


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“Thanks for bringing me back, V!” you bid him goodbye, and walked off into the apartment. Your keys jingled as you unlocked the door, and you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you. You hadn’t lived in this apartment very long, and you’d only been gone for a few days, but you already felt attached to this place.

The lights flickered on, and you smiled at the familiar sight of the living room. It was just as you had left i- huh?

The light switched off, and you freaked out a bit as it became pitch black.

Using your phone’s flashlight, you searched for the light switch, hoping it would work properly. Could the light bulb have gone out in the few days you’d been away?

To your relief, the lights turned back on, and you sighed. You would have had to change the light in the dark, otherwise.

But when you turned around, your relief was cut short.

A masked person with bleached hair stood in front of you, dressed in black, leather clothing. He had a tattoo on his arm, and teal eyes that stared right back at you.

“Wel – come home!” he greeted you mockingly in a creepy tone. “Too bad you’ll be leaving again. You must be tired, hm?”

No. No. V had said you would be safe.

“I need you to swear to me. Considering all the secrets you know, is MC safe?” Jumin demanded, a concerned undertone in his voice. It was clear that he was already close to giving in to V’s request, but he was still reluctant in letting you go.

“Swear…” V replied tiredly.

“I tend to believe numbers more than words, but if you are sincere, I’ll believe you.”

“Alright. I swear that MC will be absolutely safe on my life. Is that enough?” V had said.

V had promised you’d be safe. HE SWORE YOU’D BE SAFE. So why? Who was this man in your apartment? Why was he waiting for you? What did he want?

A blurry of thoughts passed through your mind. But none of these questions would be answered. You were knocked out, and soon met darkness. Betrayal was the last emotion you felt before everything faded to black.


  • V had lied. Again.
  • It was the second time he’d lost someone, and both times it was because V was careless.
  • You had gone missing, and even when Yoosung begged and begged Seven, you could not be found. Seven really did try to find you, but all traces of your disappearance had been skillfully erased
  • Yoosung snapped.
  • He screamed at V, pushing and shoving him to the wall.
  • Yoosung was a mess at this point, sobbing into his knees. He had his hands on his head, looking as betrayed as he felt.
  • His voice quieted down to a whimper, “You swore with your life, V. So why are you still here?” He laughed humourlessly, eyes glazed over coldly.
  • “You lied, V,” he choked on his tears, “You lied, again.”


  • He tried to stay optimistic, he really did.
  • “Seven, you can hack into anything, right? You’ve infiltrated countries, this should be a piece of cake, right?”
  • But he couldn’t hide the fact that he was only desperately holding on.
  • He’s an actor, so he should have been able to act like he was okay. He should’ve been able to act like this didn’t affect him. But it did.
  • You had always been so supportive of his acting career, despite hardly knowing him. He’d genuinely felt a connection with you. And he respected you for being able to tolerate Jumin Han, the man he despised. And now you had been kidnapped.
  • Your disappearance hit him so hard, he got drunk every night, and he was so hungover in the mornings, he couldn’t even go to rehearsals.
  • He went for long, LONG rides on his motorcycle. He couldn’t sleep.
  • He hadn’t even known you for that long, but it just hit him so hard.
  • Why did good people like you have to suffer bad experiences?
  • He just couldn’t understand.


  • God.
  • You know, she had been working under Jumin for so long, she had become unable to express herself and her own desires. Her first priority had always been her work, and she was generally emotionless and went along with her orders.
  • Until you had come along.
  • You had really talked to her. Not formal business talk, or careless small talk, but you had REALLY talked to her. You had listened to her.
  • Jaehee had always had to listen to Jumin, listen to her boss, listen to orders, listen to her colleagues making fun of her for being so busy, listen to Seven’s bullshit… It had always been her who listened to others. But not you.
  • YOU asked for her opinions, and you would agree with her at times. You really took an interest in her interests and hobbies, like her coffee and watching Zen’s plays. You… you had been her friend.
  • And she’d already lost you.
  • She still had to go to work, and she was just as efficient, but if someone really paid attention, one would find a tired Jaehee burying her face into her hands in stress every now and then. Aha. Not that anyone would pay attention now. You had been the only person who seemed to care, and you were already gone.

(I wasn’t sure how to write this, since I didn’t know if he should be aware of Mint Eye or not… I decided against it. It can be requested though..)

  • He blamed himself more than anyone else could.
  • You had trusted him and his words, and he had completely betrayed your trust.
  • He had never wanted you to be in danger. God, no. You were innocent in the entire situation. You had been dragged into this all because of him. All because he had agreed to let you join the RFA.
  • You could’ve been safe at Jumin’s apartment. So what if Jumin was a little possessive? Your safety would’ve been guaranteed. There were bodyguards to protect you there, and there would definitely be more evidence to work with.
  • V had been the last person to see you, as he had been the one to drop you off at the apartment. He should’ve walked inside with you. He should’ve checked the apartment before he left.
  • Instead, he’d pushed all responsibility to Seven, foolishly believing that Seven would be able to watch after her from the security cameras.
  • V hated himself for letting you down. For letting everyone down.


  • He had trusted V.
  • V had never, ever lied to him, and he was fully aware that V was a kind man, and had no bad intentions.
  • So when V had sworn that you would be safe at the apartment, Jumin let you go.
  • … He should’ve trusted his own instincts.
  • But he didn’t blame V.
  • All these years, V had remained by his side, through thick and thin. V had always been more considerate of others than himself, and Jumin felt that he was a good friend. His best friend, even.
  • On one hand, he knew that it wasn’t V’s fault. How could it have been predicted that you would be kidnapped? On the other hand, shouldn’t V have checked more carefully that it was safe for you to return to the apartment?
  • Jumin buried himself in work, silently taking on difficult tasks in a large quantity. He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to doubt V. He didn’t want to worry about you. He just didn’t want to feel, and he didn’t want to think.
  • But every day he got home, he was reminded of you.
  • The clothes he had bought for you that you left behind… the laundry that you forgot to wash… the dishes you had used… the way you had played with Elizabeth the 3rd… the way you had laid down comfortably on the couch…
  • He kept your bedroom the way you had left it, locking it shut. When he’d seen a maid trying to open the door one morning, he ended up snapping at her, “DON’T TOUCH IT. Don’t even taint the doorknob with your filthy hands, goddammit! Get away from the door. GET OUT!”
  • Some nights, he gave into his emotions, drunkenly calling RFA members and begging them to return you to him. To stop hiding you. To stop pretending you were missing.
  • He wished it was pretend.
  • Even Zen felt tears brim in his eyes when he heard the broken tone and tears in Jumin’s voice.
  • He missed you.
  • They all missed you.


  • He couldn’t even be bothered to continue his cheery, annoying act after you disappeared.
  • He turned away all of Vanderwood’s missions, ignoring it completely.
  • Instead, Seven spent hours upon hours, days upon days locked up in his room, searching every tenth of a millisecond of the security camera’s feed. He kept trying to find clues of your kidnapping. He hacked into the city’s cameras to find the car you were in, but to no avail, there was nothing.
  • Seven lost his appetite for even Honey Buddha Chips, throwing it up when he tried to force them in his mouth. He was living on purely Dr. Pepper now, and god knows when he’ll get tired of that, too.
  • Seven was simply devastated.
  • He felt responsible for your disappearance. He should’ve been more careful.
  • He could’ve attached a GPS to your body, not just your phone. He could’ve installed more security cameras, even if it invaded your privacy. Security > privacy. He could’ve gone to your apartment to protect you, instead of cowardly hiding behind the screens.
  • Could’ve.
  • But didn’t.
  • It was too late.
  • He could never protect anyone. Not his mother, not his twin brother, not you.
  • He was useless. Absolutely useless.
  • [Modern World AU]
  • Nobunaga: *loud sigh*
  • MC: What's wrong?
  • Nobunaga: You haven't looked at me for 10 minutes.
  • MC: We're watching a movie.
  • Nobunaga: Did I ask for an excuse??
Till We Meet Again (Drake x MC)

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake x MC (Mika Kelemen)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1872

Summary: Amidst all the training and preparing for the engagement tour, Mika gets a surprise visitor.

Note: Sorry for the fic spamming today, but I missed that burnt marshmallow Drake in the first chapter of Book 2. So I fixed it wrote this. :)

Learning the quickstep is not nearly as fun as she might have hoped, but it’s at least a step up from learning about types of forks and describing wine.

“If I just drink all the wine, no one else can have any, and I can make up whatever description of it I want,” Mika mutters under her breath as Bertrand pours her an infinitesimal amount of Merlot and she takes a sip.

Bertrand raises an expectant eyebrow at her and Mika sighs as she rattles off the description of the Merlot he’s expecting.

“Very good, Mika,” he praises her.

They move into the dining room, and Mika groans as she notices the forks that Maxwell is laying out. Maxwell runs her through yet another review of the dreaded cutlery, failing to hide his laughter as she inserts comments of “this one is best for stabbing snooty blonde women” and “this fork is designed for gouging out one’s eye”.

She half expects Bertrand to throw the forks at her by the time they’re through, but he simply sighs and says, “Your unnecessary sarcastic comments aside, you did very well.”

“Thanks, Bertrand.” She feels a little guilty knowing all of this training is to benefit her, and necessary for her to flow seamlessly into the engagement tour, but she’d rather be doing just about anything else.

Maxwell leads her into the ballroom, and they practice the damn quickstep yet again. She doesn’t know why she can’t get it down, and is about ready to scream in frustration, when Bertrand huffs and decides to call it a night.

“We’ll resume this tomorrow,” he says. “There are only a few days left before we travel to Fydelia, and you must have this down by then.”

Maxwell looks relieved when they stop, probably because Mika keeps stepping on his feet. “Sorry, Maxwell,” she apologizes.

“No worries, Mika. I’ve had plenty of bad dance partners,” he says cheerfully.

She gives him a look, raising her eyebrows.

“Not that you’re bad,” Maxwell says hastily. “You’re just…well…”

“I’m bad,” she admits, laughing as she drops into a chair.

“You’re really good at the Cordonian waltz,” he reassures her.

Mika snorts out a laugh. “So, as long as I can just dirty dance my way through this tour, I’ll be fine.”

Maxwell grins. “You’re pretty good at describing wine too. Speaking of…” He inclines his head towards her.

“There are several partial bottles of wine in the kitchen. Be a shame to let them go to waste.”

Mika smirks. “Isn’t that what corks are for?”

“Yes. But it’s more fun to drink it, wouldn’t you say?”

“No arguments here. Let’s do it.”

They snag the wine and sink down on the wood floor in the ballroom, trading bottles back and forth.

“This one actually tastes like the world’s cheapest booze, all mixed into one. It’s like jungle juice,” Mika says, grimacing and looking at the label.

“Hey! That’s expensive!” Maxwell protests, grabbing it from her hand and taking a swig. “But you’re not wrong. What’s jungle juice?”

Mika explains jungle juice to Maxwell as she finishes a bottle of Chardonnay.

“This one tastes like the tears of a duchess, discovering that her $4000 designer dress is actually a fake,” Mika declares.

“You’re funny when you drink,” Maxwell laughs, grabbing another bottle of wine.

“I-” she says, pointing her empty bottle at him, “-am always funny.”

“I won’t argue with that.”

When their last bottle is gone, Mika frowns. “Sad.”

Maxwell is completely sprawled out on the floor, one arm over his eyes. Mika pokes him with her foot and he grumbles.

“You can’t possibly be drunk,” she announces, rising to her feet and staring down at him. She’s not drunk, but she’s pleasantly buzzed and wants to crawl into bed.

“I’m not. Just tired. And my feet hurt,” he says, grinning at her as he moves his arm.

“Ha. Come on, Sleeping Beauty. Bed time.”

She tugs at his hand until he stands and they head upstairs, giggling. They stop at her door and Maxwell makes a show of bowing and kissing the back of her hand.

“My lady,” he says.

Mika laughs, curtsying. “M'lord.”

He heads down the hall, and Mika steps into her room, shutting the door. She looks towards her window and notices a silhouette, and lets out a scream.

“Anyone ever tell you you have a really good set of lungs, Kelemen?” the silhouette says.

“Drake?” She flicks the bedside lamp on. “I cannot possibly have drank that much,” she mutters, rubbing her forehead.

When she looks up again, Drake is indeed still there. She’s so stunned and relieved and confused by the sight of him standing in her room at House Beaumont that she forgets for a minute that she’s mad at him for not even attempting to contact her after the Coronation. When she does remember, she scowls, and hurls one of her shoes in his direction.

Drake steps to the side quickly. “Did you just…throw a shoe at me?”

“Yes,” she says, lifting her chin at him stubbornly.

He rushes up to her and snatches the other shoe out of her hand before it follows the first one. They stand there for a minute before Drake says, “Are you drunk?”

“Absolutely not. Buzzed? Yes. Drunk? No.”

“How did you get in?” she finally asks.

“Back door was unlocked,” he answers.

“That’s not creepy at all,” Mika mumbles, then plops into one of the chairs in her room.

“I wasn’t really in the mood for dealing with Maxwell and Bertrand,” Drake explains, pulling the other chair over and sitting facing her.

“Hmph,” she huffs.

“I’m mad at you, you know,” she says, annoyed when tears spring to her eyes.

“I know,” Drake answers in a low voice. He reaches out, taking one of her hands in his.

“You didn’t even try to get ahold of me,” Mika says, staring down at their joined hands.

“I couldn’t. There are people watching for anyone trying to get in contact with you.”

“You still could have tried,” she whispers, her tears dripping on to the back of his hand.

Drake sighs quietly, tilting her chin up.

“I wanted to,” he murmurs. “I thought about it.”

“You just…you left. You kissed me and they dragged me out and then…”

“I’m sorry, Mika. More than you can know,” he says, squeezing her hand.

As mad at him as she is, she’s missed him. She bites her lip and then stands, looking down at him for a second.

“I missed you,” she confesses.  

“I missed you too,” he murmurs, sucking in a breath when she straddles him in the chair and wraps her arms around his neck.

He hesitates for just a second before he brings his arms around her back, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“You okay?” he asks, his chest rumbling underneath her.

“That’s a loaded question,” she answers, leaning back and resting her hands against the solid warmth of his shoulders. “I think I’m okay. It’s been a weird week,” she laughs.

“Tell me about it,” Drake mumbles, running his hands up and down her back.

“Where have you been?” Mika asks.

Drake sighs. “Helping Liam. There’s a lot more to this than someone just taking those pictures of you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks, frowning.

“It’s…complicated. You’d be better off asking Liam.”

“Ha!” Mika snorts. “I’m sure Madeleine will be more than happy to let me have alone time with her fiancé.”

“If I know Liam, he’ll find a way to make it happen,” Drake says, moving his hands down to rest on her hips.

“Hmm.” She winces, her knees protesting the cramped position they’ve been in, so she scoots back and stands.

“Are you…leaving again?” she asks.

“I need to be gone before Maxwell and Bertrand wake up. But I can leave now…if you want me to,” Drake answers slowly, standing.

“No!” she bursts out, reaching out for his hand instinctively.

Drake smiles at her reaction, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She stands on her toes so she can press her lips to his neck.

“Kelemen…” he says warningly.

“Sorry,” she murmurs. “I just…” she trails off, swallowing hard, then yawns involuntarily.

Drake laughs lightly, squeezing his arms around her. “You should get some sleep.”

“Stay with me?”

“I shouldn’t…” he says, but he’s clearly torn.

“Please?” she pleads. “I just want to fall asleep with you next to me.”

Drake groans. “Dammit. You’re not making this easy.”

Mika shrugs. “When have I ever made things easy?”

Drake chuckles. “Never.” He sighs in resignation. “Okay.”

She tugs her shirt over her head and kicks her pants off, and she has to admit she takes pleasure in the way Drake groans and stares at her. “That’s not very nice,” he grumbles.

“Sorry,” she says again, clearly not. She fidgets with a button on his familiar blue button down.

“Can I wear this?”

“Jesus, Mika,” he mutters.

“I’m really not trying to make this more difficult,” Mika murmurs. “It just…it smells like you.”

“I smell like me, and I’ll be sleeping right next to you,” he points out, but he’s already started pulling the shirt off.

“Yeah, but you have to leave in the morning.” She means it to sound light and teasing, but her throat catches as Drake slides her arms into his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’d stay if I could.”

He buttons his shirt up for her, the action making her tear up as his fingers brush over the soft material. She unhooks and squirms out of her bra, then presses the fabric of his shirt up to her nose, inhaling the familiar warm scent of him.

Drake strips down to his boxer-briefs, and she can’t help but stare, her eyes wandering across the muscles of his chest, the dark hair trailing down from his stomach and into his waistband, the lines of his hips.

“You’re staring,” she hears him say, and looks up to find his cheeks flushed.

“Guilty,” she murmurs, flicking the bedside lamp off.

Drake takes her hand and leads her to the bed, laying on his back and wrapping an arm around her waist, his other hand tangling in her hair. Mika props herself up on his chest, tracing her fingers over the bridge of his nose and across the soft fullness of his lips, then leans down and presses her mouth to his, sighing as he tangles his tongue with hers and groans.

He pulls her back reluctantly, cupping her cheek in his hand. She smiles at him, then scoots down and nuzzles into his chest, running her fingers through the fine dark hair.

Drake is gone when she wakes up, a hastily scrawled note on her nightstand. She rolls over and grabs it, pushing herself up to rest against the headboard.

Didn’t want to wake you. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay. Keep the shirt. I’ll get it when I see you next.

          - Drake

Mika smiles as she gets dressed, bounding down the stairs to find Bertrand and Maxwell in the dining room.

“Okay,” she says, clapping her hands together. “Who’s ready for the quickstep?”

V Route Ending Fandom Interpretation

A bad ending is never the character’s fault. People call Jumin “creepy” for his bad ending when it was really the result of an MC twisting his mind up to believe that keeping someone prisoner was a sound and okay thing to do.

Now people are saying the same thing about V, saying he’s disgusting for watching the MC get “raped” by other guys.

For one thing:

MC is smiling. If this is “rape” as some people are claiming it to be, then she probably wouldn’t be smiling. Pay attention to detail before throwing the rape claim around.

Secondly, this is the result of the twisted MC once again! If you, the MC are demanding that V love you in the same toxic manner as Rika did, then he’s never going to realize that the type of behavior and love was wrong! He won’t try and repair his wrongdoings and he won’t heal! This ending is a lot like Jumin’s. It’s not what it may seem at surface value.

This ending did nothing but make me uncomfortable. I wanted V to find love for himself and REAL love for another person once he could realize how to do it properly.

Please don’t blame characters for their own bad endings. It’s your choices that will bring them to this result.

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I want to ask for a NFSW request so I am a bit embarrassing... Can I have a small fanfic/HC when the RFA+ Saeran walk in and find that MC is kind of 'helping themselves ' and moaning their names? Maybe it's like the RFA went for a business trip and accidentally walk in then they got home( maybe finish their hacking work in their own room for saeyoung and Saeran ) Thank you for your time about my request and I gonna leave with embarrassment >//< Thank you :D

Hello anon! Sorry this took SO SO long!! And I only managed to do Zen, Jumin & Saeyoung’s! I hope it’s okay with youu~~


Warning: NSFW


He wiped the sweat off his face and gave the mic to the backstage staff. He walk backstage with applause following him. He bowed and thanked the staff that all pat and congratulates him too. He just finished an amazing job and now he just wanted to see MC.

He is respected enough to have a waiting room for his own and that’s where he had hidden MC. He clicked the door open and heard sounds.

“Ahhh… Zen…Ohh….”

His face blushed red before reverting into his beasty side. MC had her hands inside her pants and her other free hand was playing with her own breasts. MC didn’t even see or hear Zen coming in. This is not good.

He took off his costume tie and suddenly looped it in MC’s eyes as he stood behind her.

“Oh! What!”, she yelped.
“What are you thinking doing such naughty things without me?”, asked Zen.

Zen grabbed MC’s hand to stop her from pleasuring herself. MC replied with a disappointed groan.

“Why, MC?”, he asked again.
“Because… you looked great at the stage….”

He just remembered that the waiting room had a television where MC can watch the play going on. Immediately, Zen dived his fingers into MC’s insides and gave an even more wicked treatments that left MC into nothing but mewls, moans and gasps. With his continued ministrations, MC finally came with a loud cry.

“This is not so bad of a congratulations gift, MC.”
“Zen… You made me…. Everyone would hear it….”, MC said between her panting.
“Let them listen how my naughty girlfriend sounds like when she come.”

MC lifts her blindfold to the view of Zen grinning wickedly while unbuttoning his pants. He was still in his white sailor costume, MC smiled. Her dream is coming true.

Zen guided MC’s hand to his swollen member.

“It’s my turn, MC.”


The elevator brought MC to Jumin’s floor. Jaehee greeted her with a surprise.

“Oh, MC, why are you here?”, asked Jaehee.

Jaehee knew the only reason MC would drop by the office would be for Jumin only. But he’s not there.

“I’m here for Jumin-oppa.”
“But he stepped out earlier.”
“It’s almost the end of the year, a number of client asked him for lunch.”

MC hide her frown and smiled to Jaehee instead.

“Okay, I’ll wait inside then.”
“You sure? He won’t be back for a while though.”
“No, it’s fine.”

MC enters Jumin’s large office room. She clicked her tongue and threw herself on Jumin’s chair. Jumin had forgotten they’re having lunch together. How can he had forgotten? He just need to stay put in his office while MC is the one coming. And he still forgot?

And it’s been a while since he had last touched MC ‘properly’. MC ran her hand down and started pleasuring herself.

“Jumin… Ah… I hate you…”

Jumin entered his office with a bag in his hand, to the view of MC touching herself in his chair. She stopped immediately when she saw him.

“Oh, don’t stop, MC.”, he demanded.

With slow and seducing steps, Jumin approached MC that had turned red in the face.

“Did I hear you say you hate me?”
“Oh and look at that. You stained my chair.”

With fast movements, Jumin had MC bent over his table in a perfect height for him to thrust into her in one go.

“My wife needs to be punished. Hard.”


MC had walk past Seven, talked to him, to just the littlest response he can do.

‘Yes.’ ‘No.’ ‘Huh.’ ‘Alright’

He’s been stuck to his chair the whole day and only left for the occasional bathroom trip.

Okay, MC had had enough. She pulled a chair beside him, he only look for a second before focusing back to his computer. MC stripped her pants off first, threw her panties across the room, through Saeyoung’s field of vision.

“MC, I need to get this done.”

Longest sentence he had said.

Next, her shirt and bra came off flying. She used her puckered nipples to tease his back.

“MC……”, he growls.

She went back to her chair and lifted her leg to his table. Slowly, she began circling her clit and teasing herself.


Seven let out a sigh and grabs MC. He flinged her across his shoulder like a sack and threw her into the bed in their shared bedroom. He grumbled and took off his pants.

“You make my patience run out, MC!”

BTS’s reaction to you doing a slightly *ahem* suggestive dance:

Jin: “Ah, I’m sorry, honey, I just can’t do it!” Jin groans, crouching over to recover his breath.

“Aww, come on, Jin,” you say, “You were so close to getting it! Let’s run through the choreography just once more.”

He shakes his head. “Maybe tomorrow.” Plodding over to the corner of the room, he grabs a water bottle, and starts gulping.

You let your shoulders sink. “Alright then. But I want to get in a little more practice myself. Do you mind if I stay here for a while?”

“Not at all,” Jin smiles, “Would it be okay if I stayed to watch.”

You pause.

“Sorry,” Jin blurts, “I just thought maybe I could pick up some stuff, watching you. I’ll go, if you want me to.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” you reply, “I’m just not used to being watched when I practice. You’ll have to forgive me when I mess up.”

“My honey? Messing up?” Jin shoots you a disbelieving look.

You just laugh, and head to the laptop, clicking on the song you’ve been working on.

When the music begins, you manage to forget Jin’s there, allowing the melody to pick you up and carry you through the movements. You’re like a well-oiled machine – both sharp, and fluid. As the music draws out its final beats, you slip back to reality, and find Jin staring at you, his mouth hanging open.


“I didn’t realise my honey could be so…” Jin trails off, unable to finish his sentence. He doesn’t need to. His face says it all. You’ve lost your innocent image in his eyes. But that’s necessarily not a bad thing…

Originally posted by jinful

Yoongi: “Y/N? Have you seen Y/N?” Yoongi bursts into the practice room where Hoseok and Jimin are stretching.

“She was practicing with us,” Jimin replies, “But she left a while ago. I think she wanted to work alone for a bit.”

“What’s the rush anyway, hyung?” Hoseok asks.

“Nothing,” Yoongi huffs, “I just want to see my girlfriend. Is that a crime?”

“Aww, you were jealous because she was spending time with us, weren’t you?” Hoseok crows.

“Shut up,” Yoongi retorts, a tell-tale blush crawling up his neck.

Hoseok and Jimin smirk.

“Whatever. I’m going to find her.” He slams the door behind him, and begins to work his way down the corridors, peeking through the doors of different practice rooms. Is he too late? Have you left already?

Then he notices the light shining under the last door.

He opens it cautiously, and is greeted by a wave of music, and you sprawled out on the floor, in the middle of a rather questionable move. You scramble up when you hear the door open.

“Yoongi!” You face turns a violent shade of red.

“Please, don’t stop because of me.”

“I can’t believe you saw that,” you hide your face in your hands.

“Don’t pull that now,” Yoongi chuckles, striding over and pulling your hands into his, “You’re only allowed to be sexy or cute. Both is unfair!”

“Can we just forget that happened?” you plead.

“Never.” Yoongi plants a kiss on your burning cheek, and you bury your head in his shoulder.

Originally posted by yoonmin

Hosoek: “Hey! Your expressions are too raunchy!” you shout.

Hoseok pauses his dancing to look at you in confusion. “Huh?”

“You’re over doing it,” you tell him, from your spot on the floor, “You have young fans you know.”

“It’s a suggestive dance, though,” Hoseok whines, “How else am I supposed to do it?”

“I’ll show you,” you say, pushing yourself off from the floor.

As the music starts up again, you begin to copy the riské choreography perfectly: too perfectly. Hoseok watches in awe as you swirl about him, your body riding the chords like a smooth rollercoaster. His brain and his lungs have stopped functioning.

“See? There’s other ways of dancing, without making it overtly sexual,” you say, halting your movements, and giving Hoseok an I-told-you-so look.

“That was way worse than anything I’ve ever done!” Hoseok cries.


“You totally exaggerated the worst moves, and your expressions? What was with all that tongue action?”

The blood rushes to your face. “Tongue action?”

Hoseok demonstrates for you, swishing his tongue across his lips. “Just like this!”

“Don’t!” you laugh, pushing him away, “I didn’t do that. Don’t lie!”

“You did too,” Hoseok pushes you back, “You’re a massive pervert!”

“I guess we’re just as bad as each other then,” you giggle, admitting defeat.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Hoseok pulls you into him, and showers your neck and collar bone in kisses.

Originally posted by nekosshi

Namjoon: “Come on, just do it! It’ll be hilarious,” the MC encourages.

Namjoon watches your face anxiously. When the MC had suggested that you show off a ‘sexy dance’ for the variety show, he was unsure how you’d feel about it.

“You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to,” he reassures under his breath.

You give his hand a quick squeeze, then get up from your chair. “Cue the music!”

As a popular tune starts to play, Namjoon can only watch dumbly as you begin to dance along. You start off silly, swinging your hips to the drums, and making faces at the camera. But as the beat picks up, something changes in your face. Now you’re dropping down, you’re back up, you’re over here, you’re over there. Your body movements are smoother than buttercream.

“I can’t watch this! It’s too much!” the MC cries, and the music is cut off. But the live audience are calling out in disappointment when you return to your seat.

“Rapmon, did you know your girlfriend could dance that well?” the MC demands, widening his eyes for dramatic effect.

“I had no idea,” Namjoon admits, scrunching up his face, and hiding behind his hands.

He’s going to have a talk with you when you get off stage. And then he’s going to plaster you with kisses.

Originally posted by baebsaes

Jimin: “Jimin, could you take a look at this choreography I’ve been working on?” you ask.

“Sure, baby!” he smiles. You’re normally too shy to show off your skills, so when a chance like this comes along, he’s ready to jump on it, eager to see the dancing he loves so much.

But, as soon as the first beats start up, Jimin knows that this dance will be different from the others you’ve shown him. Your body begins to blend with the notes, turning to melted chocolate, and each roll, each twist, each flick has Jimin’s heart banging, and his cheeks flaring up.  On the final few chords you fall to the ground, and your body begins to feel out the floor, flowing, stretching, and sinking.

When the music fades, your heavy breathing is all that fills the room, a new kind of melody in Jimin’s ears. “What – what did you think?” you ask, pulling yourself up, and coming to sit next to him. He tries to ignore how your damp clothes cling to you.

“It was good, baby.” It’s so difficult to construct advice when his brain feels as useful as a wet dishcloth. “Um… maybe just pay more attention to your footwork in the second chorus…”

“Okay,” you nod, your eyes serious, “Want me to try it again?” You’re about to get up.

“No, that’s enough for one night!” Jimin tackles you to the floor before you can do any more damage.

Originally posted by suga-com

Taehyung: You are the kind of person that asks to pet strangers’ dogs. You compliment waitresses on their hairstyles, and play on children’s swings, and make daisy chains when the weather is nice. In short, you are the most innocent person Taehyung knows.

So why? Why is it when you dance something changes in you?

The first time Taehyung took you dancing he was shocked. He had been unable to form a coherent sentence the whole evening, and you had remained completely oblivious.

Now, when you suggest going out, Taehyung’s more cautious.

“Why don’t you want to go dancing with me, Taehyungieee?” you moan, burrowing into his shirt as the two of you lie on the couch.

“Because,” Taehyung mutters, “I’m tired.”

“That’s a lie!” you pout, “Just a couple of minutes ago you were jumping about and singing. Are you sure there’s not something else going on here?”

Taehyung sighs, and sitting up, allows you slide into his lap. “Well, I- I, uh, I don’t really like going dancing with you.”

“Why’s that?” You scramble off him.

Taehyung has to start his sentence off a couple of times before he can get his thoughts in any kind of order. “It’s just, when you dance… you can be sort of, kind of, a little bit… sexy,” he admits, “It makes me feel things I’m not used to, and I get all confused and discombobulated.”

You begin to laugh, softly at first, then with your whole body. “Is that all? Sorry, Taehyung, I didn’t even realise I did that.”

Taehyung giggles as well. Not a normal giggle, airy and feminine, but a deep, rumbling sound. “Sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“That’s fine!” You jump up from the couch and begin dancing to no music, giving him your best come-hither look.

“Stop,” he growls, and with a grin, he stands up and smothers you in a bear hug.

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby

Jungkook: Everything had been going so well. Then this happened.

It all began with a simple ‘dance off’, but things had quickly spiralled downhill, and now Jungkook is watching as his friends crowd around you, offering compliments, and admiring looks. Some even have the nerve to add cheesy flirtations to the brew of unwanted attention.

Why did ‘Something’ by Girl’s Day have to come on? Why did you have to dance the choreography so well?

He can still picture you sinking to the ground, matching the ripplings of your body to the beat. That vision won’t be leaving him any time soon. He had been shaken up by your bravery, and okay, he admitted it: pleasantly impressed.

But your amazing dance skills didn’t give the other members of Bangtan the right to steal you away from him. He watches from a distance as Hoseok bounds around you, and as Namjoon claps a hand on your back. He bites down hard on his bottom lip, trying to stifle his irritation.

Then Taehyung picks up your hands and begins to hop about. “Wah, Y/N’s so good at dancing!” he sings.

Jungkook can’t take it for another millisecond. He pushes his hyungs out of the way, and grabbing your wrist in his blazing hand, he begins to pull you away.

“Jungkook?” you question, “Is something wrong?”

“You’re only allowed to show those kinds of moves in front of me,” Jungkook mutters, his cheeks colouring as he leads you away.

Originally posted by dammithoshi

A/N: Why have I never done these before??? This was so much fun to write! I might have got a bit carried away - that’s why these are so long, heheh…

(I don’t own these gifs)

Song: Bubbles Buried In This Jungle
Artist: Death Grips
Year: 2016
Why it’s Dope: MASSIVE SYNTHS THAT SLAP YOU IN THE MOTHERFUCKING FACE, ass-kicking percussion that taps into your primal self and makes you feel alive, a chorus that is the definition of anthemic, and memorable lines from MC Ride that demand repeat listens.
P.S. This is my 100th post. Thank you for listening with me! :)

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Moments Later (TRR)

Here’s my “continuation” of the final chapter of TRR! I know it’s not as focused on thoughts and emotions as it could be, but I didn’t want to yak on too much- it’s already long as it is!

The Royal Romance
Pairing: Liam/MC
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mentions of the Tariq incident, spoilers for the last chapter.
Characters: MC, Maxwell, Bertrand, Olivia, Bastian, Liam.
Summary: Everything becomes a blur, but unexpected help arrives.

(Several moments after the Final Chapter…)

As you gather in the entrance hall, Maxwell peaks out of the nearby window. Immediately bright flashes of light fill the dimly lit room, and you can make out several people outside before the young Lord drops the curtain shut.

“Explain this, MC.” Bertrand demands, grabbing your attention as he steps in front of you. His voice seems strained, and you struggle to look him in the eye. His eyebrows are creased, his lips thinned as his piercing gaze seems to go right through you.

“Bertrand, it’s not…I would never…” You pause, taking a breath. “Someone set me up. Tariq came in while I was undressing. He tried…But Drake came in and stopped…”

“Why didn’t you tell us? We could have done something!” He snaps, and you suddenly realise his anger isn’t aimed at you. You open your mouth to respond, when someone else speaks.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but I believe it would be best to save this conversation for a…More appropriate location.” Bastien advises, glancing around. Bertrand hums in agreement, his eyes also sweeping the room..

“MC, you will remain here- Maxwell, come with me.” He orders. “MC, be ready to move quickly when we return- it seems we are not currently welcome here.” He marches away, Maxwell following without question.

You sitheavily on the staircase, head leaning against the bannister as the others move around. Everything feels like a blur, and you find yourself fading out.

After several minutes, Maxwell returns, pulling you to your feet. He places a gentle hand on your arm.

“Alright- We’ve got a plan. Bertrand and myself will go to our car and distract the paparazzi- Bastien will take you to a back exit, where a car will be waiting.”

You look over at the quiet body guard, only just realising he’s still with you.

“Shouldn’t you be with…With…” You suddenly feel your mouth dry, and you gulp.

“Prince Liam has requested that I keep an eye on you tonight. I promised him you would be kept safe.” He answers your unfinished question.

Bertrand pauses, before awkwardly placing his hands on your shoulders.

“We will not let this slide- when we discover who is behind this, we will fight them.” He promises.

You smile weakly at him for a second, before he drops his hands.

“We’ll follow when we can- just keep a low profile for now.” 

You nod, unable to find words. 

“Come, Lady MC- we should move.” 

Bastien leads you through the twists and turns, until you finally reach a door.

“I will tell the Prince where to find you.” He promises. “MC- I hope this is not goodbye.”

“…Thank you, Bastien.” You respond, surprised at the sentiment. He almost smiles, before opening the door.

There’s a car waiting, and before you know it you find yourself inside. The driver puts his foot down, tires skidding on the loose gravel. You barely take any notice “I thought I told you to watch your back.” A familiar voice quips. You blink, turning to spot the scarlet haired woman in the seat across from you.

Her face is puffy and her hair is slightly messy, but her eyes are clear and sharp as her gaze sweeps over your ruffled appearance.

“Why are you here?” You finally ask, earning an eye roll.

“Like the other Suitors, I received a copy of…that photo.” There’s a distinct distaste as she says the words. “We may not be friends, but I couldn’t leave you to the vultures.”

Your eyes meet hers, and you know what she’s leaving unspoken.

We’re in this together.

“Did he hurt you?” She asks suddenly, startling you.

“Who, Bastien? No, he was-“

“I meant Tariq.”

She’s blunt, no nonsense. You find your heartbeat has quickened.

“…No. He came in and…He thought I wanted to…” You stumble for words. “Drake heard a noise and came in to investigate.”

“Tell me everything.” She demands.

You look at her for a moment….and for some reason, you do. You tell her about the odd conversation at the party before it happened, the lack of a lock. Every detail you can remember. At the end, she’s looking at you differently. There’s a softness to her expression as she thinks for a moment, taking in what you’d told her.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” She asks quietly. You bite your lip, considering your answer.

“Honestly? I’m not sure.” You admit finally. She doesn’t respond, but she sighs. She glances out of the window, and suddenly her frosty exterior returns.

“We shall discuss this further in the morning. It’s late.”

You realise suddenly that the car has stopped, and you look out to see a grand courtyard.

As Olivia steps out of the car, you follow her out, looking around.

“Where are we?”

“A friend of mine owns this estate- she’s currently touring Europe and won’t be back for months. We’ll be staying here until the Beaumont’s decide on their next move.” She explains, marching up the stairs without another word.

As soon as you’re inside, she spins around to face you. Her expression is guarded.

“Amanda will show you to a room. You can sleep, cry- do whatever you wish. Just keep the noise down.” Olivia waves a hand and a young woman steps forward, curtseying to you as Olivia exits the room. You shake your head before you follow Amanda up the stairs and into a modest bedroom where a fire is roaring and waiting

“There are clothes for you to use in the closet, Ma’am. If you need anything else, just ring for me.” She tells you, moving to lay a towel and bathrobe on the bed.

You make your way into the bathroom, allowing the hot steam of the shower to relax you slightly while the hot water mingles with your tears.

“MC?” A vice yells from the next room.

“Maxwell? Is that you?” You yell back. The door creaks open an inch.

“Yes! I thought maybe we could take- and I brought you a snack! I’ll just wait out here for you, if you want me stay?” You hear him call, a hint of hope in his voice. You know he’s worried about you, and it makes you feel a little bit better.

“You can- but I might be a while!”

“It’s Okay! I’ll just…Take a nap, or something!” He replied. The door creaks shut once more, and you can’t help but let out a small laugh.

When you finally emerge from the bathroom almost half an hour later, you find a tray of food waiting alongside a pot of tea.

You read the neat hand writing and a small smile crosses your face.

Apparently it’s called a Hot Toddy- tea, whiskey and cinnamon. Think Drake might have invented it. If I’m asleep, you should drink it all.

You glance over at the bed, biting your lip as a small snore escapes Maxwell, who’s sprawled on his stomach fast asleep.

You quickly pour yourself a cup and take a sip, and the strong flavours flood your senses.

You curl up on the window seat, resting your head against the glass as you look out over the gardens. Your mind flashes over everything that’s happened- Liam’s almost proposal, Olivia forfeiting, the message….Liam’s look of shock. Madeline’s name being announced.

You feel your breath catch in your throat as you let out a small sob, followed by another.

You cry for almost an hour, before your eyes finally fall closed.

You wake up some time later. The room is dark, the dying fire only just enough light for you to see the room. For a moment you wonder what’s woken you up- but then there’s a sudden flash of lightning outside, followed by a roll of thunder.

You sit up to stretch and realise there’s a blanket wrapped around you. You look over at the bed and realise that Maxwell is gone. You consider moving to the bed- but realise that you won’t be going back to sleep. Instead you yawn, reaching out to turn on a lamp beside you.

You sit there for almost an hour, tears rolling down your face as you watch the storm roll in. The wind tears at the trees, the rain beating down the grass. Every few minutes lightning blankets the sky, illuminating the surrounding gardens.

A sudden movement in the distance catches your attention. You rub your eyes, thinking at first you’re imagining it. But as lighting floods everything with light once more, you can see that whatever it is, is moving fast. You squint, before suddenly realising what it is.

There’s a horse and rider, galloping down the long drive. Even as you watch, the rider reaches the courtyard and dismounts smoothly as two servants rush to meet him. Your mind notes how it looks like something out of Pride and Prejudice.

As the Rider turns suddenly, they lift their head to look towards the only room with a light still on. Your room.

You look down, and you suddenly feel your heart stop. A flash of lightning illuminated everything once more, and you can easily recognise the face- the eyes that meet yours, even in the darkness.




ectoplasmictoast  asked:

Your taking requests for non anon then? If not ignore this! Can you do an imagine for the rfa finding out mc used to be really wild and crazy in her teens/college. Like going to parties/clubs, getting super drunk, having lots of sex, maybe smoking pot/doing other drugs if your comfortable with it. And like she still drinks and parties but responsibly now as she realized she was getting out of hand and got help if she needed it.

Typically, they’d all have the same reaction, “Don’t worry, it’s in the past. I’m really happy you’re getting better now. If you need help with anything, I’ll be there” or something along those lines.

SO I thought it’d be more interesting to write situations revolving around these habits! ^O^ Turned out pretty well I think~ I hope you’ll still like it


Warning: Themes of Drinking/Drugs Check [Here] for the angst I had originally wanted to write for V!

Request Killing: 3/30


  • He was really fascinated that you were one of those people… the ones “cool” enough to go to those college parties and clubs. He himself had never been to one—he hardly socialized with anyone outside of his classes or the RFA, since he just didn’t feel up to it after his cousin had died…
  • Besides, his mother would’ve killed him if he tried.
  • Still, as his college graduation grew nearer and nearer, he began to wonder what it would be like to go to a party.
  • Naturally, the first person who came to mind was you, who had tons of experience.
  • It had surprised you that night when he called, asking, “MC… could you do me a favour? You know how I’m graduating soon, right…?”
  • To which you replied, “Uh, yeah?”
  • “Umm, well, actually, I’ve never been to a college party or anything… And I just feel like I’d be missing a part of my college experience if I didn’t at least go to one, you know?”
  • “And you’re telling me this why?”
  • “Besides, I’m old enough and I could definitely take care of myself, so it’d be safe. So I was wondering, MC… could you help me into a-”
  • Oh, now you saw where this was going. You sighed, cutting him off. “Sorry, I don’t think I can help.” You could practically hear him deflate over the phone, but you continued, “Well, I’m not even in college anymore. I can’t get you into a party without having an invitation to one. But I can take you to a club… You think you could handle it?”
  • He agreed without having a single clue what he was getting into.
  • That night at the club was one of the scariest in his life! (Oh, so dramatic, Yoosung…) There were hands randomly groping at his body every now and then, the strobe lights were waaay too flashy, and everyone around him was drunk!
  • Even worse, there were some scary-looking macho men who kept eyeing him the whole time, and Yoosung swore they were plotting his murder! (Actually, they were checking him out because he looked like such a cute, innocent puppy who was lost.)


  • Although you mentioned that you had already moved past the wild partying stage, he never stopped worrying about your drinking habits.
  • Being a smoker, he knew how difficult it was to get over an addiction, and he worried if you would have a relapse—especially since the sudden lack of partying and high sexual activity, which previously served as your ‘high,’ were likely to mentally cause you stress
  • And that stress could lead to you drinking more and more…
  • Unfortunately, his fears came true. You had asked Zen to take you to your dentist appointment, but when he came to pick you up, you didn’t answer the door. Or his calls. He quickly called Seven, who said he hadn’t seen you come out of the apartment that day and ended up instructing Zen how to pick the lock.
  • When he finally got in, he found you slumped across the couch, with a bottle of Advil laying on the ground next to you. Zen quickly figured you had been trying to relieve yourself of a morning hangover, only to pass out… For what reason you fainted, he had no idea, but he took you to the hospital immediately.
  • He stayed there for a few hours, missing a rehearsal so that you wouldn’t be alone when you finally woke up, went through check-ups, and could go home.
  • On the way back, you apologized profusely to him, explaining that you had drank too much the night before, and in your drunken state, tried to drink more to ease the pain, only for it to worsen. Before you could even try Advil for pain relief, you’d passed out on the couch.
  • He was silent for a long time after hearing the story, and you avoided looking in his direction, feeling the disappointment radiating from him.
  • “W-well, it’s not like you’re innocent either. I mean, you smoke a lot,” you spoke up, feeling defensive.
  • He suddenly stopped in his tracks, and you turned back to face him. Zen didn’t speak, but he was staring into your eyes with a burning intensity. You gulped subconsciously, worried what he would say.
  • “Then, if I give up smoking, will you give up drinking?” he whispered, so softly you almost didn’t catch it.
  • You hadn’t been able to reply at the time, still a bit surprised by the intensity of his gaze, but you were able to nod. He frowned a bit at how quickly you responded without thinking, and lifted his pinky finger, surprising you even more.
  • “Pinky promise?” he asked, looking almost shy.
  • You linked your pinky finger with his, holding back a smile from how childish he looked at the moment.
  • Albeit with difficulty at first, the two of you held to that promise.


  • With her clipboard in hand and her glasses gleaming, Jaehee Kang stood in front of all the RFA members, taking a commanding pose.
  • “We should set a few ground rules for the party tonight. Yoosung, don’t run away from the guests when they try to talk to you—remember, you’re a host, you’re supposed to promote our event. Zen, avoid excessive flirting with our guests. Jumin, don’t talk about Elizabeth the 3rd. Seven, don’t eat all the food. And MC,” she finally addressed you, directing her glare at you too. “Maximum two drinks, but otherwise, no drinking.”
  • “Yes, sir!” everyone shouted, saluting Jaehee.
  • The clipboard in her hand suddenly crumbled to pieces on the floor. “SIR?” she demanded, appalled.
  • You all squeaked in terror, “Y-yes, ma’am!”
  • “That’s what I thought,” she replied coolly, then walked away.
  • Beside you, Yoosung whispered, “Jaehee gets really uptight about the RFA parties… It’s all for the sake of its success, of course. But you should really listen to her orders… if you want to live, that is.”
  • You kept that in mind throughout the night, as you walked around to greet everyone who attended, making small talk.
  • You made a mistake talking to the Wine Owner, Yoonsung Kim, however, as you were soon caught up in a drinking battle.
  • Jaehee noticed how people were suddenly crowding the drinks area, and was shocked to find you downing multiple shots despite her warning. Holding in her anger, she kept a smile on her face as she squeezed through the guests and ‘lightly’ dragged you away.
  • She ignored all your slurred, drunken speech, shoving a bottle of water in your direction and forcing you to drink it instead. “What were you thinking, MC?!” she demanded angrily.
  • You huffed, still tipsy. “All you care about is the RFA party. Everyone was having fun, so it’s fine! Nothing bad happened!” you protested.
  • A hurt look flashed across her face. “You think that’s what I’m mad about…?” she said quietly, her lips quivering. Her voice slowly raised as she began to shout at you, “This entire time, I’ve been worried for your health! Yes, it could’ve caused a scandal. Yes, it could’ve ruined the party. But that doesn’t matter at all… If you drank too much and got alcohol poisoning, you could’ve died! I WOULD’VE LOST MY BEST FRIEND!
  • Her words were like a cold waterfall washing over you. You couldn’t find the right words—gosh, you barely even remembered what you had just said to her. But Jaehee Kang, who was normally so serious, was on the verge of tears right now.
  • “I-I’m sorry.” That was all you could say. “I promise I’ll pay more attention from now on… I’m sorry…”
  • Her pained expression and passionate speech would flash through your mind every time you eyed alcoholic drinks ever since, and you made sure to put a safe limit of shots whenever you did allow yourself to drink.
  • Well. It wasn’t long until Jaehee introduced you to the wonders of coffee instead. Let’s just hope you don’t get addicted to caffeine, now. You doubted Jaehee would be convincing enough to drag you out of that, especially since she loved it so much, herself…


  • He had been a little pouty since he found out that you’ve had a lot of sexual experiences already. But he couldn’t really argue back, since he wasn’t exactly innocent either.
  • Still, he was also a bit envious that you’d had what appeared to be a fun, social life. The kind of “social life” Jumin had experienced in his childhood and youth was very different from yours, where everyone interacted for the sake of successful business.
  • He was very interested in hearing your stories, fascinated by the differences of college parties versus the formal parties he had attended. From the people’s behaviour to the touching formalities to the dancing, it was opposite to everything Jumin was used to. He was also glad, considering his possessiveness, that you hardly attended those kinds of outings anymore.
  • “If you’re so interested, want me to take you to a club?” you offered.
  • He denied it immediately, claiming that he had a reputation to protect. “It would be very selfish of me to do something like that. It would cause a scandal, and that could ruin the company’s image. All their efforts would be put at risk.”
  • An idea popped into your mind. “Then how about we re-enact it ourselves?” A coy smile stretched across your lips as you suggested this.
  • He raised his eyebrows, but he matched your smile, interested in your suggestion.
  • You set up some music to play from the stereos, next to his widescreen TV, and walked over to Jumin, dragging him to an open area of the apartment to dance.
  • You guided his hands to your waist, and put your arms around his neck, and began swaying side to side. He followed your movements carefully, but as the song grew more intense, you slipped out of his grasp and began to dance right up against his body. He watched in surprise as you looked back at him, now grinding against him… And then he completely lost the pace.
  • You laughed at how he just stopped moving. “You can’t keep up?” you asked, smirking.
  • His cheeks flushed. “Maybe next time. I didn’t expect that….”

ALT. ENDING: His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but he quickly narrowed his eyes at you and grabbed your chin, tilting it upward. Jumin brought his face close to yours, holding your gaze. “Now, now, MC. I’ve lost track of how many times you haven’t been able to keep up with me,” he said coolly, a dark, suggestive tone in his voice.


  • Work had been stressful for the past little while, and you couldn’t help but take a smoke every now and then. In the evenings, you would slip outside of your shared apartment with Saeyoung, hoping he wouldn’t catch you. You figured he was too busy on his computer to notice, anyway.
  • But he was quick to confront you.
  • “MC, the apartment smells a lot like smoke. Your clothes, too,” he stated, keeping a controlled expression. He sighed. “I thought you said you quit smoking?”
  • You lowered your eyes, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry… It’s just been a bit stressful lately, and my old habits took over…”
  • Saeyoung brought an arm to the back of your neck, gently pulling you into his chest. “I know, it happens. I don’t blame you. Maybe you just need a little motivation?”
  • You tilted your head up at him. “Like what?”
  • A wolfish grin suddenly adorned his features. “Well~ Maybe a kiss for every time you fight the urge to smoke?”
  • “That would be a lot of kisses…” you admitted, sheepishly scratching your cheek.
  • “Well, why not? I’d love to become your addiction~ Come on, I’ll replace your cigarettes!” he exclaimed excitedly. When you didn’t reply, he winked while pouting, “Don’t you think I’m just as intoxicating and addictive~?”
  • You flashed him a disgusted look in a joking manner, which only prompted him to attack your face with kisses.
  • “LOOOVE ME~~” he squealed, sounding so silly, you couldn’t help but laugh.
  • Didn’t he know you were already addicted to him? What a silly little hacker you fell in love with.


  • Since you had met Jihyun, you rarely drank anymore. Even less, when you moved in with him. But tonight was different.
  • Tonight, you had heard him murmuring her name in his sleep, and you couldn’t help but feel betrayed. You were the one who had been by his side this whole time, and yet he was dreaming about her?
  • And just why, oh god, why did her name sound so tender, leaving his lips?
  • You could feel your heart shattering. He still thought about her, even after all this time.
  • You slipped out of the bedsheets, not noticing how Jihyun felt around the bed for you despite being asleep. Quickly changing your outfit, you left the house, dialling the number of an old friend. She quickly gave you an address to a party venue she was at, hearing the urgency in your voice.
  • When Jihyun awoke, it was early morning, and he noticed how cold the bed felt. “MC…?” he called your name sleepily, cracking an eye open in search of your presence. But you weren’t there. And he didn’t hear any noise outside the bedroom either.
  • Worried, he got up, fighting his sleepiness. At that moment, the front door opened, and you came walking in smelling like booze. He recognized the pungent scent immediately, and he bit his lip uncertainly.
  • “MC… Were you out at a party?” he asked softly.
  • You didn’t reply, taking off your light coat and throwing it across the couch, staggering slightly in your steps. He caught you by the waist, holding you against him.
  • He felt so, so warm… You wanted to embrace him and breathe in his smell—the smell of your man… but was he really yours? Was his heart truly yours, when he was whispering another woman’s name in his sleep?
  • Tears sprung in your eyes again, and you tore away from him, drunkenly falling over.
  • “MC, what’s wrong?” Jihyun was near to panicking now. Had something happened? You normally never rejected his touch. And what had made you go out anyway? It had been years since your last party…
  • He reached out to you again, hoping to help you up, but you shouted at him, “DON’T TOUCH ME!”
  • He was taken aback by your harsh reaction. You hardly ever raised your voice, especially not against him. Again, he tried to talk to you. “Did something happen…?”
  • You broke out into sobs at the question. “You… Do you even really care about me? Do you really love me?” Before he could protest, you continued, sniffling, “You… you said her name when you were dreaming… You still love her, don’t you?”
  • Jihyun stared, blinked a few times, then laughed a bit. “MC… Actually, the truth is, I dreamt that I was talking to Yoosung. For some reason, I was trying to cheer him up, telling him that he doesn’t have to always follow Rika’s shadow…” he explained. Then he knelt down beside you. “I’m sorry. I had no idea. And I’m very sorry it hurt you like this…”
  • You bit your lip, staring up at him with a hint of doubt. “Really?”
  • “Yes, really. I know for certain that I love you with all my heart. I would never have gone this far with our relationship if I wasn’t serious about you, MC. I can’t express my feelings properly because words will never be enough to describe how I feel about you… Sorry.” He had apologized again, despite having done nothing wrong.
  • He held you in his arms, and you relaxed, finally calming down. It’s not like he could control his dreams, and besides, it was a very Jihyun-like thing, to be providing moral support even in his dreams. You felt guilty for jumping to conclusions and doubting him.
  • “I’m the one who should apologize,” you mumbled, hanging onto him tightly.
  • “Let’s get back to bed. I’m sure you’ll need the rest,” he coaxed you, gently leading you back to bed.
Seeking Solace - Drake x MC

[A little note: I wasn’t planning on starting this tonight - but then the words started coming out of my head and now here we are. Thank you for the request sis @storiesbehindyoureyes. Hope you enjoy it! Feel free to send me a kissing prompts here for anyone that’s interested!]

[Summary: A drunk MC (Robyn) demands Drake accompanies her on one of her routinely escapes from the manor for the night. However, he manages to convince her that staying inside with him was more than worth going outside.]

8. Breathtaking Kiss - It’s the kiss that you can’t do anything for a few seconds after, you keep your eyes closed with mouth agape of you try to let your mind process what happened.


Drake was beginning to think that Robyn threatened his sanity. Not entirely, but rather her ideas threatened his sanity. They were half-thoughts and half-delusions; plans that shouldn’t be considered plans to begin with. However, whenever possible they agreed to them anyway. As soon as they found themselves feigning interest after hours of balls, press meetings and other courtly things that was demanded of them - they jumped at the opportunity to leave. 

It had to be her fault. 

She was the only correlation between abandoning the manor and leaving at strange hours of the night. She kept them joined together - like glue. He watched it happen, begrudgingly at first until he realized all that time he used to resent nobles were no more as some of the same people he considered one of them, had turned into people he could consider acquaintances. Maybe even friends.

Now he waited in secret; pacing back and forth inside the safety of his room. He kept his eyes trained above the balcony and watched the fathomless dark sky until they caught sight of stars. They twinkled in the distance - as if they too were enjoying his pitiful anxiety as he waited. 

And waited.

And waited.

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Champagne Ripples ♡ Pt. 1 (Jumin x MC)

♡ Genre: Angsty?? Or maybe not oᴗo

♡ Plot: Jumin Han has always been cold towards you, but an incident at RFA’s annual Christmas party sends Jumin into a panic and his concern for you is revealed. 

[Part 1] | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

You finally arrived at the RFA’s annual Christmas charity party and you were nervous. It was your first year attending this event and the second you stepped onto the party grounds, you knew you had messed up.

You had on a floor-length champagne gown that molded your body beautifully and brought out the best of your features. The sweetheart neckline revealed your smooth skin and accented your collarbones nicely. The bodice of your gown was hugged with lace and the skirt hung beautifully with flecks of gold that glistened in the light. Your long brown locks were curled and twisted up into an elegant updo and finished with a pearl hair piece.

Oh my god. I’m so overdressed.

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anonymous asked:

How about headcanons for MC and the guys' weddings? What will be her wedding dress and what type of wedding will they have? Probably honeymoon spots too if you have time ^^

OKAY FIRST(and yeah it’s taken me a while to write this tonight)! This is the Headcanon request that’s been hanging out in my inbox the longest.  I had to do some research on it as I kind of stopped keeping up with the latest trends in wedding dresses the past five years.  

Originally posted by sailorcandy

There is a weird personal history with me and wedding planning but moving on!

Please note that in all my headcanons regarding MCs wedding Simon will not settle for less than maid-of-honour.  

I apologize as these don’t seem to end up being too long. 

(All these wedding dress photos were found here: allure bridals)

Sherlock Holmes

Dress: This dress was chosen for it’s elegance, the (if I recall) A-line shape of the skirt, and the gorgeous heart shape with the modesty lace at the top. 

Wedding:  Nothing big, but John as the best man would be freaking out trying to find Sherlock, thinking he had forgotten and wondered off.  They would be surprised to find that Sherlock had gone ahead to the site for the ceremony long time before hand because he was nervous he’d get distracted.  

Honeymoon: Their honeymoon would most likely be spent at 221B with John being the one to leave for a while, wishing MC the best of luck during that time.  Mikah would go stay at a friend’s house.

John Watson

Dress: It’s a simple dress with a nice touch of romanticism.  The soft petal like layering in the skirt with the gorgeous lace work on the bodice.

Wedding:They would aim for a traditional wedding, well as traditional as it could be.  Every time they turn around someone else is trying to help out to make it even more special, eventually there would be chaos but MC’s smiling face and laughter would help John just accept that their friends are doing their best because of the love they have for the happy couple.

Honeymoon: A nice hotel suite where John could order room service and be waited on.  They’d probably have to pull some favors with Mycroft to get him to get the place for them so they didn’t have to worry about Sherlock finding them and crashing it.  

James Moriarty

Dress: James selected a wide variety for her to choose from, but instead she left with Sebastian and picked out this one together thinking that it would surprised him with the lack of beading and sparkle, but the way the skirt flows out makes her feel and look like a princess.

Wedding: Everything goes according to plan, well, James’s plan.  There were a few surprises hidden here and there for his bride and their guests.  Security was everywhere, not that MC knew it.  

Honeymoon:A new place every morning, MC should be a little concerned how easily they transport her at night when she’s asleep, but every morning is a new adventure with James Moriarty as he shows off to her all the places he’s been, as well as showing her off to his underlings so they know not to mess with his Queen.

Mycroft Holmes

Dress: Elegant, a little skin showing, a little mature with a little whimsical element to it.  

Wedding:If they are to do it right Mycroft would aim for something big and bold to make sure everyone knew they were married.  Make a production out of it.  However since canonically their line is that everything thinks they’re already married it would be a small wedding held in a small church, with strangers as their witnesses as they exchange vows.

Honeymoon: Mycroft would most likely feel a secondary honeymoon wouldn’t be necessary. However he would be able to get some vacation days to spend it with MC back home just in case there’s an emergency and he’s needed. 

Sebastian Moran

Dress: The tighter skirt doesn’t get in the way as much when Sebastian gets close to her, the lace was the only way that James would give his approval on it.

Wedding:It’s a small affair held at the Moriarty Estate.  There was some concern about security but James couldn’t see any place else more perfect for it to be held.  The entire time Sebastian fidgets with everything, doing his best to avoid MC all day and the day before because he heard it was bad luck to see the bride before their wedding.  Jack was forced to put little bowties and ribbons on the cats and spends a good bit of time during reception loudly complaining that James gets to be the best man despite everything Jack did?!

Honeymoon: Sebastian wants to spend it there near James, which gets him scolded by James for lacking a romantic heart.  Ends up with them going to a house in the country that James purchased for them to use for a few weeks.

Jeremy Cassel

Dress: This dress was attained by legal means.

Wedding: It’s a pleasant ceremony, met all standards, and even some of the guests thought it was a little peculiar how despite who Jeremy is and how pretty the decorations were that everything was going just and bland as bland could be.  Unknown to them however the bride found a note when she went to change into her gown that morning.  A note from Lupin promising to steal her breath away later that night.  So when the lights went out and the bride and groom disappeared there was mild panic before a little text was sent out that Jeremy couldn’t wait any longer and was taking his bride on their honeymoon.

Honeymoon:Jeremy is set on showing MC as many wonders as he can.  He has a traveling agenda planned out, though they travel by more conventional means with MC demanding that he stops stealing and act more honestly.

Hercule Poirot

Dress: Hercule loves the way the lace moves on MC, it’s hard for him not to touch it.  Hearing the swish of the tool, and soft rustling of the dress makes it hard for him not to watch her.

Wedding: Modern is the goal.  Very nice and sweet, everything just so.  Even though it’s all modern everything looks and feels so classy.  MC is almost constantly blushing especially whenever she and Hercule make eye contact. Hercule is constantly teasing everyone else around him, seeing calm and collected, even going as far as to pick on and banter with Jeremy during his best man speech.

Honeymoon: They go out of their way to make it look like they left, however so they can turn around and spend the time there at Hercule’s home instead of going over seas like they told everyone.  Just so they could really explore their new relationship in the comfort of a familiar setting.

George Lestrade

Dress: Modest, elegant, almost delicate looking with a long train.  Just to make Lestrade blush, though that isn’t hard to do.

Wedding:MC is asked several times throughout the day if she had changed her mind, would she change her mind, if she was having second thoughts, if she needed to run away with someone else, and most of the time from her doubting and worried husband to be.  He would be fidgeting at the altar, sending her texts letting her know that if she was going to runaway that he just wanted a heads up first.  Only so he could drop his phone as his heart skipped a beat when she starts up the aisle.  For the most part he doesn’t hear what is said, and doesn’t so much say “I do” as “uh huh” with a vigorous head nod.  The teasing is light hearted until Sherlock decides he needs to give a speech and talk about Lestrade’s short comings despite not being the best man; which is taken all in good jest though Holmes has no idea why.

Honeymoon: Though most of their budget was blown on the wedding their friends were able to chip in and help them go away to a bed and breakfast for a few days.  

(I did skip Jack, mostly because what I have in mind for him and what he would have is not something I would call a wedding)

happy one year | neil dresner (speakeasy tonight)

TITLE: Happy One Year
PAIRING: Neil Dresner x Reader/MC
FANDOM: Lovestruck (Voltage), Speakeasy Tonight
GENRE: Fluff, smut, romance.
SUMMARY: It’s Neil’s first year anniversary with MC. He’s waiting for you to go out to dinner with him but it’s taking quite the delay. What happens when Neil comes upstairs to your room and finds out what you’re doing?

A/N: yo yo, first fic/one-shot!! please tell me what you think. this also may be slightly ooc but this is after neil meets the mc so i have plenty excuses to write about lovesick!neil oops (and also kINKY NEIL). apologies for any spelling errors!!

He waited for her. Neil didn’t care how long it would take but he had to wait. He knew that when MC came out, she would take his breath away. He never had high expectations on how she looked anyways. But today was a special day. It was their first year anniversary as a couple.

So here he was, leaning on his car door. His ankles were crossed and he had a cigarette dangling on his lips. He hoped some of the ashes didn’t get onto his suit but Neil needed this to calm his nerves. The drags he took from the cig was as long as the time it took for his girlfriend to get ready. They weren’t in a rush since he already had reservations for MC’s favorite restaurant. Though this hunger needed to be satiated and now was the time to get some fancy grub.

But alas, Neil’s patience was wearing thin and decided that he should knock on the door to both hers and Charlie’s house. Dropping the cigarette, Neil stamped on it and made his way to her doorstep. Neil gave it a defiant knock.

Might as well introduce myself.

“MC? It’s Neil.” He shouted at the door.

A couple of footsteps later and he was greeted with the sight of Charlie instead. Neil gave a nod.

“Hello, Charlie. Is MC there?” He asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Hello back, Neil. And yes, she’s just upstairs. You can give her a surprise visit if you tell me why you’re in sucha crisp suit this afternoon.” Charlie let out a chuckled and poked at Neil’s tux. Neil laughed slightly and smiled at him.

“I thought MC told you?”

Charlie gave a shake of his head, “That MC has been bottling up some things this past week. I tried to pry her open but nothing.”

Neil gave a small frown. “Well, it’s our first year anniversary together and I’m here to pick her up for a special dinner.” And a possible love-making session back at my place. But Neil kept his mouth shut on that.

He could hear a slight gasp coming out of Charlie’s lips. “No wonder why she didn’t say anything.”

“Excuse me?” Neil asked.

“She knows me to be a bit of a romantic myself. MC must have thought that I would have blown this little gathering of yours and turned it into a wedding of sorts, rathering than justa simple anniversary.”

Neil knew that in Charlie’s prime, he was known to be a flirt and had some iconic flings that were still talked about behind Charlie’s back in the Ice Box. All Neil could say was, “A wedding?” His eyes slightly widened and his mouth was gaping.

“Bah, forget it. Everything will be jake as long as you talk to her. Come inside.” Charlie motioned Neil to enter their house and Neil gave a small thank you before heading upstairs to check up on MC.

Neil gave a gentle knock on MC’s bedroom door. “MC? It’s me, your betrothed.” He joked.

That certainly got her attention. Soon after, MC’s door swung open and he saw that MC wasn’t even close to ready. She still had her bathrobe on and a bonnet on her hair. Her eyes widened at the sight of Neil. A hand covered her mouth and she gave an audible groan.

“Phonus balonus! I completely forgot about our-!”

Before she could continue, Neil took her hand away from her mouth and held onto it, caressing the top with his thumb to calm her down. “It’s okay. It’s not like I waited outside for you for ten to fifteen minutes.” His sarcasm ran along that last sentence and MC shook her head.

But her eyes softened and she tugged at Neil so that they could be a bit closer. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’ll get ready. I thought you were gonna pick me up in an hour and I just got out in the shower.” MC walked back into her bedroom and pointed towards the dress that she was going to wear.

“That dress was a deal snatcher. I got it while on a shopping spree with the gals from the Ice Box.” MC brightened at the sight of the golden dress. It seemed to stop at the knee area and had small silvery and golden fringes dangling. It illuminated with the many sequins sewn to it. He bet it would accentuate those curves of hers.

“Oh, really? It’s not like you’ve looked good in every dress I’ve seen you in.” He mused, while closing the door behind them. Neil had draped his tux jacket on the chair of her vanity, along with his shows near said chair.

“Yes, and I can’t believe that I had the brains to believe that you were arriving just now so that we can go out. Also, stop it. First time we met, you were all dry and icy and now you’re spewing compliments left and right.” Her voice echoed from her bathroom. Neil could see from the mirror that MC was letting her hair out to air dry from her bonnet and she made her way back to the bed to sit next to Neil. She gave a small groan, less agitated this time, and leaned her head on his shoulder. She rested her legs onto her bed. He looked at the sight of his girlfriend next to him. Her hand was stroking his arm up and down and her breathing became relaxed.

“Happy one year, baby,” MC whispered.

“Happy one year,” Neil echoed back.

Soon enough, MC’s face inched towards his. Neil tilted his head to meet those gorgeous eyes of hers. Those eyes seemed to be suggesting something that Neil soon comprehended. He leaned more and before they knew it, the two started to kiss. Her small hands cupped his strong jawline and Neil’s hands were resting on the small of her back. MC bit his lip and deepened the kiss by pushing her body onto his. His back was pressed against the bed when MC had pushed him down. An unexpected giggle arose from her mouth. That melodic laugh that Neil became accustomed to hearing. He propped his body with his elbows and caught a glimpse of her.

She sat on on Neil’s waist and ran her hands down him before hissing at the sight of Neil under her. He smirked at her before thinking of his next move. MC would not dominate just yet. Before she knew it, he was the one to pin MC down on her bed. She gasped when Neil’s smirk appeared once more.

“You know, I was gonna treat you before we went out,” MC pouted but did nothing to change her position. She probably knew that there was nothing to do other than sit back and enjoy what Neil was about to do.

“Treat me when we get back from our date then,” Neil ran a hand down her exposed calf that was sticking out from her bathrobe. “You have anything else underneath?” He wondered.

“I’m absolutely bare, honey,” MC purred.

“Good,” Neil growled before untying her robe to reveal her naked body. It was beyond beautiful. It may have been a while since they’ve had sex but Neil got into the rhythm of satisfying his best girl. He ran his coarse hands down each side of her body, making her shiver visibly. Her eyes closed and she inhaled sharply. He chuckled and loved how vulnerable she turn. His fingers made their way down to massage her clit. MC shivered once more and begged him to continue.

“You’re so eager, darling. But promise you’ll be quiet? Don’t want to hear your uncle complaining about us two.”

MC nodded, “Of course.”

“Lovely, now spread your legs,” Neil demanded. MC did as told and held her breath while expecting his touch. Neil could feel how wet she was just by running his fingers on her button. She let out a small, pitched moan. Her back arched and her head dug into her pillow. He could see that she was grasping the sheets daintily. MC truly, really wanted this, didn’t she?

Making circular motions against her clit, the moans came out let again. She tried to stifle an even bigger moan but bit her lip to prevent it from coming out. Apart from her cries of pleasure, she also voiced other things. Things that made Neil harder each time she said something new.

The things I’d do to you if I had the chance.

I want you so badly.

Touch me there.

God, I’m so close, Neil.

Those words only slowed his fingers down. He didn’t want her to orgasm just yet. After all, this was round one. Neil kissed her hips and decided to slip his slender fingers into her. A bigger moan escaped her. Instead of biting her lip, she bit her finger from voicing the pleasures. He pumped in and out of her. Each time Neil did, he could see that MC was getting closer and closer.

Time to stop, then.

Neil took out his wet fingers and looked at MC.

“I’m going to eat you out now” was all he said before he went down on her fully. Neil started by flicking his tongue on the folds of her cunt. Instead of grasping at the sheets, MC grabbed at Neil’s head. They grabbed and pulled at his hair.

“Neil, baby, I’m s-so close…” MC cried. The grip on his hair tightened and her legs hitched up, signifying she was reaching her peak.


Neil snaked his fingers yet again to her cunt and fingered at it, speeding up and slowing down just to tease her and make her edge. Neil moaned into her clit and soon, MC orgasmed.

A quiet shake of her body and MC let out the softest of orgasms. She made sure that it was audible for the two in bed. A string of swears followed after they finished. Letting out a sigh before falling limp on the bed, MC soon began to laugh softly.

Neil got up from the bed, adjusting his suit. Eyeing her, Neil asked, “Something wrong?”

“Nothing,” MC swatted away while getting up from the bed as well and tying back her robe. The biggest smile was painted on her lips. “It’s just…everything escalated quickly when you arrived and now we’re probably late to that dinner.”

“That’s what you get when you suggest we should get it on but, don’t fret about us being late. Go and get dressed,” Neil assured. He gestured towards the door. “Do you want me to wait for you here or-”

“Stay with me,” MC cooed, walking up to Neil to wrap him up into her arms. He gave a low chuckle and hugged at her waist. “But you gotta wash that mouth of yours. After all the dirty work it’s done, I wouldn’t want it to stink up when we do other things.” She traced the lower lip of Neil’s while not bothering to break their heavy eye contact.

Now that was an ominous “other” she let out. Nevertheless, Neil shrugged and made his way to the bathroom, with MC following suit with her evening dress in hand.

Now all that was left was for round two to begin.

Learning How to Love Chapter Seven, Day Nine Part Two: Ultimatum

Hello everyone! As promised, here is the next chapter of Learning How to Love! It’s been a long time, and I’m terribly sorry for that. To those of you that may be uncertain as to whether or not I plan to continue this fic, know that no matter how long it may take me to complete each chapter I have no intention of giving it up.

Also side note, Cheritz is a blessing. I played the April Fool’s Day dlc as soon as it came out, and it gave me some much need laughter. To any of you uncertain about whether it’s worth playing, I assure you it most certainly is. (spoilers ahead) Everybody deserves to witness Jumin hocked up on catnip and chasing laser pointers I think I had actual years added to my life holy crap. I still can’t believe he got Zen to eat cat food I’m dead Jumin is everything protect my playful boy.

Note: As always, MC will be referred to as MC in this story in the third person instead of blanks or Y/N. In addition, this story contains minor spoilers for Jumin’s route.

As usual, thank you so much to all who have read/liked/reblogged/replied to my original posts. I am beyond grateful for all the wonderful reactions and excitement that followed my previous chapters.

Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you’d like me to tag you in future chapter posts, as I am more than happy to do so!

To those of you who haven’t read the first chapters of LHTL or the Vampire Jumin fic and would like to, here are links to each:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Vampire Jumin: Of Secrets and Love

Vampire Jumin NSFW

Our precious manchild is growing up!

Chapter Seven, Day Nine Part Two: Ultimatum

The day began on a rather unsettling note, with Seven instructing MC what to do should he not return from their ‘picnic’ within five hours of his leaving the chatroom. Perplexed and alarmed, MC demanded he be safe and take care wherever they were before she wished him the best of luck. Shortly after he exited the messenger, Jaehee appeared with equal concern about his behavior, though there was a healthy level of exasperated skepticism that accompanied it. Though MC was aware Seven was prone to histrionics, she couldn’t help but worry with so little information about what was happening on their end.

MC then asked about how Jumin was doing, hoping her gentle nudge this morning would help him get through the day’s tribulations without her. Jaehee explained that he had gotten in touch with her and said he would be at the office soon; as he had chosen to complete a quick errand before going. She went on to mention that Director Han was planning to confront Jumin about the Sarah that afternoon, and that she had placed Sarah’s credit report on the chairman’s desk in the hopes that it would make him reconsider who the true victim of the situation was. MC would have to remind Jumin to thank Jaehee for everything she did, the aforementioned gesture of pure empathy as touching as it was practical. Even if Director Han wasn’t convinced, at the very least Jumin would know Jaehee remained on his side. For that, MC was grateful.

Jaehee went on to express her unease about Jumin’s refusal to talk about MC’s return to Rika’s apartment. MC wasn’t all that surprised or worried, as she was more than happy to stay as long as he needed her. She was growing more fond of him with each day, and she had a feeling Jumin wasn’t quite ready to stand on his own just yet despite his remarkable progress. So she simply asked Jaehee to be patient too and give him the time he needed. Jaehee insisted MC try to change his mind–and MC promised to do her best–but she knew this was something that only Jumin could decide for himself. Only he could come to terms with his own fears and discover what she had already known since the beginning: that he could overcome them. Because she had already decided that she would never let him feel alone again in this life, no matter what form that would take. She would always be here if he needed to talk, if he needed somebody to listen, if he was confused, if he was tired; whatever it may be. As soon as he understood that–no matter how near or far she was–that would never change, she had a feeling he would be much more open to discussion about the subject.

Not to mention the safest place in the world for her at this point was probably Jumin’s penthouse, considering the circumstances and the security detail. She had never felt more protected in all her life, and the guards were remarkably skilled in terms of noninvasive monitorization.

Relieved, Jaehee agreed and asked MC to take care of Jumin in the meantime. To which, MC smiled at the screen and replied that she could do no less. After a short farewell, she put the phone back on the nightside table and tried to work on her draft for a while. But her mind kept wandering back to Jumin and Seven, worrying and wondering and hoping things were all right. She barely managed to type out a few coherent sentences before she forced herself to take a break, thinking a change of pace might help. Gathering her spare set of clothes, she moved to the guest bathroom to take a shower and unwind. Under the scalding, enormous showerhead–God had she ever told Jumin he had marvelous taste–she let her mind wander, humming a little tune to ease her fraying nerves. Half an hour later she stepped out feeling refreshed, confident that things would work out okay for them both and that the best thing she could do was focus. After drying off and getting dressed, she re-entered the living room to find her phone blinking silver.

She opened the messenger to find Zen pouting about using Jumin as inspiration for his current acting role. Rolling her eyes with a smile, MC encouraged the endeavor in the hopes that it might help him understand Jumin a bit better. As the famous saying went: you can only understand a man when you’ve walked a mile in his shoes. But before Zen could grumble his acquiescence, Yoosung crashed into the messenger and flooded the chat with crying emojis and panicked words, ranting about how Seven was forcing him to keep quiet about something. MC asked if she should call Jumin, certain that he would deploy any help the two might need to get out of the situation safely, but Yoosung declined. Zen demanded an explanation despite Yoosung’s hesitant refusals, and continued to rail him until he figured no amount of pressure or safety hazards would make Yoosung betray Seven’s trust. Zen then proceeded to guess at their location with frightening accuracy, describing the area in enough detail to leave Yoosung speechless. MC could hardly believe it herself, and hastened to assist Zen in pressing him for a picture of where they were. She understood Yoosung wanted to be loyal to Seven, but there were some instances in which safety trumped lethal promises.

Tired, afraid, and worried about Seven; Yoosung caved and sent the photo. Shoving past her disbelief at Zen’s arguably prophetic vision, she and Zen immediately spotted Elizabeth the Third and asked Yoosung to retrieve her. Zen advised him to report back before he disappeared, and MC felt her chest tighten with fear, biting her lip. Please be okay, please be okay. For a short while all both she and Zen could do was sit there, numb with disbelief and flooded with secondhand adrenaline as they wondered what on Earth Elizabeth the Third was doing in the middle of nowhere. Zen logged out to quell a headache while MC stared at the swimming fish across from her; as if their lazy circuits and unpredictable trajectories could hold the mysteries of Elizabeth’s kidnapping and the danger into which Seven had waltzed with Yoosung in tow.

She barely had time to process before Jaehee returned to the messenger, equally shocked about Zen’s dream and hoping for their safe return with Elizabeth. She came to tell MC that Jumin’s father moved their meeting to the conference room, rather than their original plans for tea. Jaehee was convinced it had something to do with the files she slipped into his pile of documents, but the change just made MC uneasy. Why would he bump up the meeting if he didn’t have something urgent to say? She had faith in Jumin; she knew he would remain level-headed and try to solve this as peacefully as possible. But his father? She had more than enough reason to believe he would not be remotely rational about Jumin’s relationship status.

MC didn’t have time to ask her further before a triumphant Yoosung returned to the chat, attesting to his safety and that of Seven and Elizabeth. As excited as they all were, Jaehee advised that she inform Jumin after the meeting with his father, to which MC agreed. He had enough on his mind at the present moment. If they overwhelmed him with too much too soon, he was susceptible to retreating into himself again. Yoosung cheerfully agreed to take care of Elizabeth for the time being, but he did mention that Seven’s was behaving strangely and driving erratically. Jaehee advised them all to be safe as she took off to prepare for the meeting.

Yoosung was effervescent as ever, proud to be the RFA hero of the day for saving Elizabeth. MC could only smile and repeat what Jaehee said, immensely relieved that they had escaped more or less unscathed. Seven’s abnormal behavior was suspicious and a cause for concern, but she figured that his survival had been more crucial than anything else. MC advised Yoosung to use his energy to keep Seven awake upon the first mention of sleep, her heart having stopped enough times in one day. Yoosung departed with the promise that he would be vigilant, leaving her to play some relaxing music and return to her writing, partially relieved of her earlier anxieties. But without knowledge of how Jumin had fared with his father, they weren’t out of the woods just yet.

Jumin stepped into the conference room on the defensive, approaching his father with caution. “Why did you suddenly change the meeting place?” Jumin asked a few feet away from him, unimpressed by the somber look on his father’s face.

Director Han hesitated at the sight of his son’s distrustful, guarded look. He hadn’t seen that expression since Jumin had been a teenager. “…Because I had something to show you. I heard you were very rude to Sarah and thought about having a chat over tea, but I received something from my assistant during lunch.”

Jumin blinked, though he had a feeling he knew what his father’s latest ultimatum was about. “What did you receive?” He prompted.

“Apparently, someone who works for you must have done some research on Sarah. Here, take this.” His father handed over an envelope, much like the ones seen all over the building, filled with familiar credit scores and financial reports on a woman by the name of Sarah Choi. None of it came as a surprise; he had already witnessed the woman’s voracious spending habits. He froze when he skimmed several other documents detailing her debt under the name of her phony company. Then he closed the envelope again and set it on the table, crossing his arms as his father granted a futile explanation. As if Jumin had no ability to read and comprehend simple data, or understand what this newfound information further intimated about Sarah’s intentions.

“It’s Sarah’s credit report. She must have a lot of debt. And I called a couple places to check myself, and I could tell there are multiple loans under the company’s name.” No shit, Sherlock, the wry thought came unbidden.

Jumin’s reply was flat, working to keep the ice out of his tone at the sight of foolhardy sympathy suffusing his father’s features. “Assistant Kang found this,” He clarified, “although I didn’t know about the company’s financial situation…I was aware of her personal credit situation.”

“Why didn’t you let me know if you knew?” His father demanded, shocked.

Jumin gazed at the other man with deadpan disbelief. “Because I never intended to marry her in the first place.” Because it wasn’t my choice to begin with. “And I was preoccupied.” He added as an afterthought.

“Preoccupied? You mean your missing cat. I was going to talk about your ads anyways…It’s simply too much. Think of the company’s reputation…! It’s nothing to go see the TV’s network head for.” His father looked to him with ample disapproval, as if his son had shamed him irreparably.

Jumin, however, remained calm. It wasn’t the first time a person had decided he was strange, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last. “There was a reason I had to find that cat. You would not understand, father.” At the time it had seemed vital, extreme anxiety and fear clouding his mind. He felt no traces of that earlier panic now, only a steadfast calm. MC was waiting for him. The sooner he could reconcile this discrepancy and finish his work, the sooner he could return to her company. He wanted to live up to her confidence in him.

“A reason…” Director Han scoffed, looking for all the world like a tired parent instructing a foolishly stubborn child. “You care so much about that cat but not about finding someone…I cannot understand you, son.” He shook his head. “All I want is for you to meet someone and be happy…”

He knew his father meant well as he watched his brows crease with worry, but blind sentiment could only extend so far when faced with reality. Not to mention his father’s definition of happy was absurdly narrow. “Can you still say that after seeing the credit report of the woman you wanted me to marry?”

“I’m sure Glam didn’t know about Sarah’s financial situation. And just because she has financial problems, it doesn’t mean she’s a bad person.” His father chided.

Jumin’s eyes widened as he stared at him with open incredulity. “Christ. Are you being serious?” He demanded. Was his father truly convinced that these women, or at the very least Sarah, had no ulterior motive whatsoever under the weight of so much debt? “If I were you, father, I would never let those women hide their financial situation before talking about marriage. This woman is still hiding the facts. You know that she is not to be trusted!” Jumin refuted, appalled.

“This is quite shocking, but we can solve their financial problems for them. Everyone has one or two flaws they want to hide.” His father replied calmly, as if he was imparting great wisdom. “You have to let some things go if you to live in this world.” He finished with a shrug.

Jumin pursed his lips, trying to think of some way to get through to him. “Father…do you realize what you are saying? You say all the wrong things and call it advice.” It was his turn to shake his head. “I am very sad to see that you’ve lost your good judgement…”

“I’ve not lost my judgement. Sarah was recommended by Glam…I trust that she is a good woman.” He seemed so confident about Glam that Jumin had to wonder how she managed to elicit his trust in such a short time. “Sarah may have some problems but we can still accept her. Glam is so worried about her that she barely sleeps at night.”

Over an engagement? Something about that revelation made his skin crawl, gripping his forearms a fraction tighter than before. “So ultimately, all you care about is that your girlfriend is happy?” He clarified.

“Of course, I know that you’re not fond of Glam. But you didn’t like any of the women I’ve been with…It is nothing new.” Jumin was somewhat amazed that his father never thought he had a reason to be wary of the women he brought home on a monthly basis. “Anyways, I wish you’d respect my opinion regarding this marriage.”

And I wish you’d respect mine, Jumin thought with acerbic disdain. “God…” Jumin pressed two fingers two his temples. “Father…I understand why you are acting like this.”


“As you’ve said, I have never liked the women you’ve met. Because I knew that they were never truthful to me…they always wanted something from me.” He grimaced slightly as he remembered a variety of uncomfortable encounters. “So I could never understand the relationships you so desired. It all seemed like making a deal to me.” Cold, empty, and parasitic were the first words that came to mind. “But I respected that you were different from me, so I never said anything about who you were with.” He explained, levelling a penetrating gaze at his father.

“Hmm…” His father couldn’t meet his eyes, something about Jumin’s explanation making him uncomfortable all of a sudden.

“But I’ve realized something recently…after meeting someone.” Jumin began reluctantly, knowing his father would explode on him for ‘cheating’ on Sarah.

And at a speed that would put any ravenous gossip to shame, “You mean you are seeing another woman?!” There it is.

Jumin sighed, hands falling from their suspension across his chest while one lingered at his hip. “I realized what it feels like to have your heart filled after being with her.” He continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “Thanks to her, I’ve understood what you are like when you’re with someone. A beautiful woman who understands me and cheers for me…wanting to give her all my love and care…” His lips curled slightly at the thought of her, fighting a smile as he remembered her encouragement a few hours prior. So cute… “And also being irrational and stubborn–being blinded by love–just like you are now.” He admitted with a frown, remembering his less than ideal behavior.

“That doesn’t sound too good.” His father looked to him with a brow raised, perplexed. “Why didn’t you tell me if you were seeing someone?”

“I planned to tell you in time.” He replied easily, as it was the truth. He didn’t like concealing things from his father unless he had little choice. “And…the things I’m about to say now, please consider them words of truth from a loving son to his father.” He tried to break it to him as gently as possible.

“What more do you have to say?” Director Han couldn’t remember the last time Jumin had ever been so open and talkative, or if he ever had since the day he was born.

Jumin’s answering voice was low. “Most of the women you’ve chosen were never ready to truly love you. They were only busy trying to fill their greed.”

“There were people like that in my past, Glam is different.” His father retorted immediately, waving him off.

Jumin’s lips twitched at the sheer irony. He might have smiled if his future didn’t depend on his father realizing that this infatuation with Glam was disillusioned at best. “You were always blinded, every single time…That is your weakness.” He insisted. “Glam Choi, Sarah…both women are no different from the women you’ve met until now.”

“Glam is not like that…! All she does is worry about you.” Not in the way you’re thinking, I’m sure. “Besides, Sarah is polite and bright. The more you see them, the more you’ll realize they are different.”

Jumin frowned, as if he had any desire to see more of them after Sarah’s last ‘visit’. “No, they are not. And you are simply being so irrational that you can’t accept the evidence that’s right in front of your eyes.” Jumin held firm.

“Hasn’t it occurred to you that you’re only rejecting Sarah because you love someone else?” Director Han retorted, equally obstinate, as if it was the only rational explanation for Jumin’s behavior.

Something about his father demoting MC to the position of convenient scapegoat made the blood in his veins turn to ice. “I don’t know. At least she doesn’t try to trick me or do things behind my back, so I haven’t thought about it.” He shot back before he cooled his ire, appealing to logic instead. “When I was upset over losing my cat, Sarah shamelessly brought a fake photo of my cat to act as if she’d found her.”

Director Han looked genuinely taken aback. “I never heard about that.”

How convenient. “Besides, she went to Assistant Kang’s home to ask her about me. You don’t know this, but apparently, Glam was with her.” If he had to be brutally honest with his father to convince him, then so be it. Sugarcoating wasn’t getting him anywhere.

“Glam…?” The word was a dubious question.

“The information I have is easy to acquire.” Jumin assured, revealing his hand. “If you continue to insist on Sarah, then I will make my move as well. I will give you all the evidence I can find showing you how greedy and ambitious those women are, until you accept the truth.” Jumin was frank. “It will be a waste of time on my part, but my relationship with you is important.”

“Stop now!” His father snapped, incensed at Jumin’s flagrant disobedience. “You are insulting me by talking like this.”

“It is the same for me. It’s very sad…that you can’t understand how I feel.” He didn’t know how to articulate the heaviness in his heart. His father’s denial was vexing, but that didn’t mean Jumin was going to enjoy systematically erasing Glam and Sarah from their lives at his expense. He didn’t want to be the one to crush his father’s hope to be genuinely loved again.

His father seemed at a loss for words. “…Sad?”

“I no longer wish to fight with you about such a pointless subject…Can you not understand how I feel?” Jumin implored, unable to help the raw feeling in his voice despite the control with which the words were delivered. He didn’t want to fight with his father, he didn’t want those women endangering MC anymore than the hacker already was, and he didn’t want a marriage with a woman that looked at him as a butcher looks at plump cattle. All he wanted was to remove two variables making everybody’s lives harder than they already were, why couldn’t his father see that?

Director Han looked his son up and down, expecting to find some inconsistency that would prove the man before him an imposter. “Jumin, it’s very unlike you to say that.”

Perhaps it was, Jumin thought as he adjusted his tie out of habit. Grasping the fabric renewed the memory of MC earlier that morning, bright and playful, pulling him down for a kiss. But then, if choosing to feel meant being able to love her, did that really make it a bad thing? “Father…if you feel my sincerity, please accept my suggestion. Please stop insisting on this marriage so I don’t have to dig more up on Sarah… and let me be in peace. As your son…I only wish for this horrible situation to end.”

“…” Taken aback though he was, his father had no ability to deny his honesty. Because for once in the entire history of their relationship, Jumin chose to tell him how he felt rather than resorting to tactical refusal and evasion.

It was uncomfortable, but liberating. “And please, take your time to be more objective about the situation. I’m begging you, father.” He continued, watching as the words that tumbled out of him effectively weakened his father’s resolve.

His father let out a long breath, crossing his arms as he deliberated. “Fine…Alright.” He conceded. “I won’t mention Sarah again, but don’t say anything about the woman you’re seeing now.”

Jumin grit his teeth at the flat-out unwillingness to acknowledge MC, but otherwise chose to compromise. Responding with anger would only destroy the progress he’d made in changing his father’s mind about the situation. “…Alright. I suppose that is the best you can do.” He agreed.

“I’m sorry.” His father replied slowly, eyeing Jumin carefully. “Regardless of what’s happened, I feel I’ve upset you.”

“I’m fine.” Jumin shrugged, hoping to ease his guilt. As long as his father understood this wasn’t what he wanted and stopped strong-arming him into marriage, he saw no reason to remain upset. “I understand how much you care for Glam.”

“Yes…Still, I see that this has been very hard for you…for you to express your emotions like that…” Director Han blinked, as if he was still dazed by the sheer impossibility of it. “I will think more on it. Let’s stop this talk for now, I should be going back.”

“Alright.” Jumin gaze shifted to the man standing dutifully at the door to the conference room. “Please take my father back, chief of security. And…please tell Assistant Kang to come in. And I’d like for all the bodyguards to give us some privacy.”

“Yes, sir! Mr. Chairman, this way sir.” He was glad to see the chief was no longer hesitant to obey his commands, likely due to the sight of his father’s uncertainty regarding the situation.

Jumin nodded his farewell to his father and turned to look out at the city littered with towering buildings, mulling over his next move.

“Mr. Han…! Did the talk go well?” Assistant Kang asked as soon as she stepped inside with uncharacteristic exuberance.

Jumin sighed in frustration, but didn’t turn around. “It’s not over for good… but those women won’t be able to manipulate my father for the time being.” His lips pursed into a white line, the next phrase a muttered afterthought. “Glam must have more influence on him than I thought….I was a bit surprised.”

“Alright…” Her voice was crestfallen at the sound of his partial victory, disappointed her research had accomplished so little. “Will you need all the information I’ve managed to find?”

“Yes. I should at least know about it so send them to me.” He replied, only paying partial attention.

“Yes, alright.” She agreed, her earlier haste and excitement returning. “And I have something to tell you!”

Jumin raised a brow, turning his head to look at her. Her sparkling eyes just made him more confused. “What is it?”

“They found Elizabeth.” She blurted, as if she had been waiting for hours to say so.

Jumin stared at her blankly, electing to process the development later despite his initial shock. It would only serve as a distraction. “…Really? I’m glad to hear that.” He managed before he turned back around.

Assistant Kang blinked at his tepid response. “Yoosung is with her right now.”

“Alright.” He replied offhand, gathering the documents his father left.

“Should we go to Yoosung’s house right now?” She was amazed that she needed to be the one to suggest it.

“No. She is in good hands. Just make sure she doesn’t run away again.” He replied, unperturbed as he looked at each one more closely and one of the older statements caught his eye. Wait a minute…did that say….Sarah Choi? Does that mean…? Jumin withheld a grin. Gotcha. He needed to run this by Seven and the chief of security. He memorized the heading of the page before his father’s secretary returned to collect what he’d left behind in his mystified stupor.

She couldn’t help the answering outrage at his complete dismissal. “What?! You don’t want to bring her home?”

“I said I want to give her back to V.” Jumin explained as he returned his gaze to the evening sky, it’s darkening hue reminding him of MC’s eyes. He needed to finish his work and fact check quickly if he was to see her before she fell asleep. Would she be excited to see him? Perhaps it was foolish to hope after everything he’d done.

“St–still, you don’t want to see her?” Assistant Kang continued, unable to believe the radical change in Jumin’s behavior.

Jumin rubbed his temples. He had just achieved some measure of peace, but there always had to be something scrambling his brain this week. He didn’t want to think about Elizabeth the Third right now. “I feel like I’ll have useless thoughts if I see her. It’s a bit complicated.” 

“But still…” She protested weakly.

“Assistant Kang.” He turned to address her with a measure of finality, changing the subject.

“Yes…” She looked to him, brows furrowing at his sudden engagement.

“I ignored your efforts when you were doing your research… but it helped. I admit I was wrong. I apologize.” Despite his flat tone, his sincerity was warm and clear. “It must have been very difficult for you to find all of that. Thank you.” He gave her a small smile filled with gratitude before walking past her to finish the piles of work surely waiting at his desk. “Then I’ll get going.”

“Difficult…? Thank you…?” She repeated, certain this was some strange alternate dimension. That, or the man in front of her was surely not Jumin. He was being…considerate? And…grateful?

Jaehee walked out of the conference room in complete stupefaction, opening the messenger robotically to let MC know about the latest developments as she walked to her own desk. Though she was still concerned about Mr. Han dodging his responsibility to take care of Elizabeth–and she had no idea how she was going to break it to Yoosung– she had to wonder if MC had noticed his uncharacteristic behavior.

MC grinned at the other woman’s bewilderment from within the penthouse, elated. Jumin was growing more comfortable expressing himself bit by bit, even without MC’s encouragement.

“Feels as if spring is in the air?” She asked, well aware of the change.

“Spring in the air…” Jaehee halted abruptly on her path as she tested them. “Yes.  I agree…the comforting wind that silently comes to you…“ She added, just as the man of the hour unceremoniously arrived. “Mr. Han;;” She acknowledged with a measure of exasperation. The man was surprising her on all fronts today.

“Jumin!” MC laughed at his sudden entrance, delighted. “I heard the meeting went well.”

“MC, here you are.” The words were fond; thankful that she was There in the messenger. “I’m about to leave soon, so will you wait?” MC smiled at the request. Of course she would, she’d been excited to hear from him all day. She always appreciated Jaehee’s updates, but she wanted to hear the grand tale from Jumin himself. She also sensed a slight melancholy behind the words, as if he was certain he would receive an irritated rebuff for leaving her home alone for so long. Silly man, she couldn’t help but think, you didn’t do anything wrong. She was just fine in his absence, spending her time working and preparing for the RFA party approaching in little more than a day. It was sad to see how certain he was that he didn’t deserve any level of acceptance or acknowledgement, even something as simple as a greeting upon his arrival at home.

Jaehee tried to address what Elizabeth the Third’s living arrangements would be again, but Jumin evaded the subject entirely, saying that they could address it later. He went on to mention something he forgot to address at the meeting earlier, telling Jaehee that he wanted to give her a vacation as thanks for everything she’d done to help him change his father’s mind. Jaehee was largely incoherent for the rest of the conversation as he asked for potential dates, offering her time to mull it over before he returned his attention to MC.

“I miss you so much I can’t stand it.” Appeared in his signature blue heart adorned with roses, charming as ever.

Her heart was melting at the sight of his unrepentant affection, as sure as he was sincere. “I miss you too.” She reassured him.

She could almost feel his desire to dash straight home and forget the tasks that he had planned to complete as soon as she reciprocated the sentiment. “Just wait a bit more.” He implored, though she had a feeling the words were more for himself than they were for her. “I have to visit a couple places…but I’ll go there as soon as I can.” He promised. “Thinking of seeing you at home makes me excited.” He added with a smiling emoji before he took his leave.

MC bid him farewell as Jaehee insisted it all must be a dream. She congratulated her frazzled friend and assured her it was indeed real, beaming at the sight of her joy. When Jaehee exited the messenger to finish her work MC’s gaze lingered on the black screen, a soft smile reflected in the low light. She was so proud of him for paying attention to Jaehee’s efforts and acknowledging what would make her happy, instead of defaulting to what he assumed everybody wanted from him. It was a sure sign that he was beginning to understand how to care about others properly, and why it was so important to develop that understanding.

MC grinned at the door. She was so going to tackle Jumin the second he stepped inside.

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Quiet was the night (A Zig x MC fanfic)

Summary: Zig sneaks MC in to his suite while everybody’s asleep.
Warning: a little nsfw I think? Sorry

Hopefully a light read. Enjoy!!


After running around the quad and looking for ways to distract her from all the ruckus they had to endure moments ago from a dirty, unkept dorm room, Zig sat down on the rim of the fountain in the middle of the quad. She stood before him, with her hair falling on her shoulders, her forehead glistening with sweat, and her hands placed on her hips, still trying to catch her breath. Zig had always found her attractive but looking at her at that angle made him smile.

“You’re giving off a very creepy smile there. Are you ok?” MC asked while pulling out a handkerchief from her back pocket. He stole the handerchief from her hand, pulled her down to sit. “I want to do that! Just, sit there.” Zig excitedly said as he started to wipe off the sweat from her brow, then her neck, her nape, and finally, near her clavicles.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” Zig asked while putting the handkerchief away. “You may have said that once or twice before.” MC smiled as she retrieved her handkerchief, unfolded it, and wiped the sweat on his forehead off. “Well, you are so beautiful, MC.” He tucked her hair behind her ears and cupped her face. “I know.” MC smiled as she closed the gap between their lips that turned into a slow, lingering kiss.

“Wow, those bugs really made our night weirdly fun. I don’t think I can run anymore.” MC complained while slightly massaging her calf. “Give it here.” Zig grabbed both her legs to elevate her calves and put it on his lap. “I want to take good care of you. My mom will kill me if I don’t.” MC giggled and scoot closer to lean on Zig’s shoulder. “Your mom is a really smart woman, isn’t she?” Zig grinned and turned to face her. “That she is.” 

“So, any plans?” “Well, I don’t have any. I wouldn’t want to go back to that garbage dump! Any ideas?” MC tilted her head to look at Zig’s face. “We can sneak in to our suite.” Zig grinned as he started to put MC’s feet down to get up. “I thought you said they forbid visitors? Especially this late.” “So what? They already hate me. And we’ll be really quiet. Won’t we?” Zig smirked as he finished his sentence. “Oh. We’ll be quiet, huh?” MC teased while putting her arms around his neck leaving only inches of space from his face to hers. “Yes. Really really sneaky and really REALLY quiet.” He closed the distance between their faces with a quick kiss before he took MC’s hand and led her to their suite.

Zig quietly opened the front door, peaked in to check if anyone was still awake. It’s now 11pm and he swore that the rules his suitemates set was that lights out would be 10pm. He stepped in and gestured MC to come in. They tiptoed to keep the noise they make to a minimum and successfully entered Zig’s room.

“Here we are. Welcome to my little corner in this hell hole.” Zig threw his jacket to his bed and started to remove his shoes. “Is it really ok if I stay here? What if someone sees me leaving tomorrow?” MC worriedly asked her boyfriend who didn’t seem to care about he question that much. “They can suck it! I’m not letting my girlfriend sleep in a cockroach infested dump!” “Oh, how lucky! I have the sweetest guy ever!” MC giggled to herself as she started to remove her shoes too.

“One quick question: do we really really need to be quiet?” MC asked as Zig sat at the edge of the bed. “What do you have in mind? We can do stuff quietly you know.” Zig raised an eyebrow at MC’s question. MC closed the lights then slowly approached Zig with her hands behind her, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a little of this.” MC starts to lift Zig’s shirt leaving a trail of feather light touches to every inch of Zig’s exposed skin which made him shiver. “Oh, is this what you wanted to do now? We can maybe do something like this but only if you’re quiet.”

Zig lifted MC up and with his strong arms, he gently laid her down his bed. He traced MC’s sides with his hands until his finger tips felt the last square of fabric covering her torso and lifted it up to mark her tummy with kisses making her moan. “Oops, you can’t do that now. I said we can’t make any sound.” Zig teased causing the kisses to stop. “Ok I’ll keep it down, just, don’t stop.” MC whispered with a low but soothing voice while she stroked his hair with the gentlest touch he’s ever felt.

With MC’s gentle touch, Zig picked up the pace and started to climb up to her chest. Zig unhooked MC’s bra with one swift motion which surprised MC making her gasp. She caught herself and bit her lower lip to maintain the silence in the room. “Zig, take me now!” MC demanded which made Zig look up at her face and he kissed her with a surprisingly tender kiss. “That I will do.” Zig unbuckled his belt, dropped his jeans to the floor, and climbed on top of her. Longingly, he brushed his hand to her hair, stared into her eyes then whispered to her ear the words that made MC feel even more beautiful: “I am the luckiest man alive.”

As he moved between her thighs, she hugged him with all her might as she moved with him matching his pace, kissing him deeply and holding on to him like it had been years since they last saw each other in this manner. She closed her eyes, feeling him breathe in her every scent made her smile. Seeing her smiling made him feel happy, that he kept the motions in sync until they part to catch their breath.

“Boy, that was harder than I thought.” MC complained as she gasps for air, searching his eyes in the dark of the night. Zig smiled at her, kissed her forehead, then pulled her closer for a cuddle. “Yes, but, it’s worth all the trouble, ain’t it?” MC faced him and burried her face into his chest before she nodded. “I love you MC.” MC lifts her head to see Zig’s face before she collapsed into a peaceful sleep, “I know, I love you too.” Sleep came fast and the two lovers spent the rest of their time together tangled under Zig’s sheets.


dedicated to my partner, @shazrystyles. 😘 @zigzaggersfanclub I hope you like it

anonymous asked:

"I'm sorry, but _____ didn't make the accident" + Yoosung (707 breaking the news to MC, from Yoosung ending)

  • Yoosung hasn’t slept in forever. He doesn’t want to and he knows that if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to anyways.
  • Whenever he closes his eyes, the image of them lying there, skin pale, body limp and lifeless, pops up.
  • He hasn’t been saying a word for just as long. He’s just been sitting at this chair in the hospital hallway, staring into the void.
  • At least one of the other RFA members is sitting next to him at all time, but nobody managed to make him speak up so far. They’re lucky if they draw a nod or him shaking his head from him when they offer to bring some coffee or water.
  • At first he had been so angry, aggravated, shouting at the doctors to help them and to let him inside, claiming he needed to be with them, needed to see them.
  • But once Seven managed to pull him back and convince him that he needs to let the doctors to their job, he sat down, burying his face in his hands and sobbing quietly to himself.
  • “Why can’t I protect the ones I love? Why does everyone I hold dear get hurt?”
  • It’s the last thing he managed to say before falling silent for hours, days even.
  • After two restless nights, Seven finally gets him to nap at least.
  • It’s the worst timing ever, but right then doctors run in and out of MC’s room and nobody is willing to say what’s going on.
  • It’s easy to tell though that it’s not good news. Nurses and everyone are on high alerts and run around.
  • Seven contemplates back and forth. He knows Yoosung would want to know what’s happening, but  waking him after he’s finally calmed down seems so cruel right now. He deserves some rest more than anything.
  • It all happens so fast anyway. Suddenly there’s much less chaos and Seven’s tension passes, thinking they solved whatever problem occurred just now.
  • But when he sees the expression of one of the doctor’s approaching him and the sleeping Yoosung, he feels his heart sink into his stomach.
  • Seven immediately stands up, wanting to stand a few feet away from Yoosung to not wake him.
  • “They’re fine, right? They have to be.”
  • But the look in the doctor’s eye is enough of an answer. There’s not much to say about the grief that takes over, it’s mostly feeling numb. It almost feels like the cruel reality doesn’t really want to sink in fully.
  • But he knows he can’t afford to break down now. There’s so many things to take care of. He needs to tell Yoosung and be there for him. He needs to tell the others, especially Jumin, who offered to take care of any circumstances and payment of the treatments and what not.
  • It’s the first thing he does, in fact. He dials Jumin’s number, saying he needs to come over and take care of last necessities. Seven can’t bring out the sentence, can’t put it to words, but Jumin seems to figure and understand. His voice, though slower and dryer than usual, is calm.
  • “Who are you talking to?”
  • Yoosung’s still sleepy voice makes Seven freeze. It surprises him he even speaks up at all, but he must sense that something’s up. Seven can’t even bare to turn around and face him.
  • “Seven? What’s wrong?”
  • Everything. Everything is wrong. “Nothing.” He says though, voice quivering.
  • “Was that Jumin just now?”
  • “Yeah, he… he’ll come over and– he’ll provide a car for you–”
  • “A car?” Seven hears Yoosung shift and when he turns to face him, he sees his face brighten a little, that spark of hope glistening in his eyes. The weak curve of a tired smile adorns his face. “MC, are they… are they awake? Can we bring them back home?”
  • It stings and his lungs feel like they’re going to burst and his voice seems to be giving out any moment now. “The car is meant for you.” He can barely murmur his words. “You should go home, get some rest.”
  • “For me? Seven, I’m not going anywhere until MC wakes up.”
  • “They’re not going to wake up,” he mutters under his breath, forcing himself to not avert his gaze and look directly at Yoosung, whose eyes widen. “I’m sorry… they didn’t make it. The– the doctors… they said… there’s nothing they can do.”
  • The young man just stares at his friend in shock and slowly shakes his head. The second a nurse turns the corner and appears in his field of vision, he jumps at her, demanding for her to tell him what happened, demanding for her to save MC and demanding to see them.
  • The nurse fails at trying to calm him and again it’s Seven who has to tear him away. Only this time, Yoosung is so hurt that he straight up swats away the redhead’s hand from his shoulder.
  • He gives up though, the nurse slips into the room and he feels like dropping to his knees and throwing up.
  • And there it is again, only now it’s ten times worse. Yoosung’s entire expression falls slump, as does his shoulders as he falls into his chair again, growing mute, his face buried in his face as he curls into a ball and tears fall down his cheeks.
  • “Yoosung, you should go home and rest. Jumin will take care of–”
  • “I’m not going to leave!” The blonde shouts and everything rises inside of him at once. The anger, the refusal, the anxiety, the sadness.
  • Not many minutes later Jumin arrives, alongside Zen and Jaehee, who both look like they’re about to burst into tears.
  • While Jumin speaks with the doctors, Jaehee and Zen get to Seven and Yoosung and a heavy silence fills the atmosphere, interrupted by Jaehee’s occasional sniffling.
  • “I’m so sorry,” she sobs.
  • “Yoosung, Driver Kim is waiting outside,” Zen speaks and even his voice is filled with nothing but grief and pity.
  • “I don’t want a damn ride,” Yoosung sighs, still not looking up at any of the fellow RFA members. He knows it’s not fair, but at that very moment, he can’t feel anything but anger towards them. It’s too much and they’re not helping. “I’m not going to leave.”
  • “You need to calm down and get some rest,” Seven insists, but he’s repeating himself and Yoosung knows he can play the same game.
  • “I’m. Not. Going. To. Leave.” His head finally goes up to direct his gaze at Seven, but the angry glare he throws him almost has all of them wish he wouldn’t have looked up.
  • A little while after Jumin joins the group and begins to explain what is going to happen, how they’ll take care of things from now on, but Yoosung can’t even bare to pay attention and listen to the group discussing how to deal with MC’s death.
  • For him, there is no way to deal with MC’s death. There’s no way to handle the loss.
  • “I told Driver Kim to bring you home, Yoosung.”
  • “I’ll walk.” His voice burns in the back of his throat and his bones feel sore as he stands up.
  • “Are you sure?” Jaehee asks hesitantly. “I don’t think you should be alone right now.”
  • “Oh yeah? You could put me in a room filled with people, with MC not there I’ll always be lonely.” he hisses and he still knows it’s not fair to direct his anger towards the others. But he does.
  • “If any of you cared half as much about MC as you do now, then maybe this would’ve never happened.”
  • Zen wants to add something to the conversation and have him calm the fuck down, but Seven holds him back. It’s probably best to leave him be for now.
  • In the little mess of it all, Yoosung manages to part from the group and leave the building. He is going to walk home. And every step is going to feel heavy. And no time can heal that wound or ease the weight of this tragedy.