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Ahh I found this blog and read through all the imagines, I love them so much, you all are so good. ❤️❤️ If requests are open is it possible for the RFA+V+Saeran/Ray+ Vanderwood where they get into an argument with mc kinda angsty but makeup afterwards??

Thank you so much for the compliment !!! And yes, we can do that just fine! I think angst that ends okay is the best kind of stuff. ‘Cause we can get sad but we gotta focus on the now and the good that we have. Y’know, all that jazz.

Since all MC’s are different, it’ll all be sorta based off arguments that would be had over stuff about the characters for the most part. Onwards!

Zen

I’d imagine if an argument were to begin, it’d be about one of two things; Zen keeping only salad and beer in his fridge, or him not being around enough

The MC would only be upset out of the love and care of their heart, but they get too emotional in the moment. Zen’s hurt a moment, before immediately replying back about how he can’t be perfect, and he would’ve hoped the person he loved would support him in his dream, whatever it may mean.

MC would be like, “So it means drinking and smoking like a middle aged man in a mid-life crisis?”

Zen would snap at MC at this point, telling them that he’s trying his fucking best, and he’s healing best he can and he thought they accepted this part of him at this point. I think the two of them would be in tears at this point, too. They’re both too loving for this sort of stuff. MC would cry that they just want to stop seeing him torturing himself, and stop pushing himself, and the two trail off at this point.

Zen would probably go off to their room to lie in bed and angrily try not to cry, but of course the tears spill anyways. He’d considering riding his motorcycle, smoking, drinking, just stomping off somewhere, anywhere but the silence of the room.

But MC silently slips into the room. Zen hears, but doesn’t say anything or do anything. MC slips into bed with him and wraps their arms around him, and that’s when he begins to really sob.

“You don’t have to be a knight all the time, Zen...” they tell him. “You can be my prince, too.”

And so Zen cries in their arms, and the two decide from now on to talk more about healthier alternatives-as well as accepting that the both of them will have their moments of falling back down. But that won’t change the progress they have made, or the love they have for each other.

Yoosung

Yoosung is easily super emotional, and he’s still healing from Rika. He’s doing better, but naturally, things will slip up a lot. He’s got a lot of trauma and it’s not something that’s gonna be gone all at once.

One day, he might slip up and call the MC Rika-and the MC gives him a look of deep pain and he realizes, oh fuck.

“All this time? All this time and you still compare me to Rika?”

Yoosung is sad at first, apologetic, but as the MC continues to be upset, he starts getting angry. “It hasn’t been that long since she’s been gone! I don’t compare her to you, okay, but so what if sometimes I just... I just remember her? I just wonder about what it’d be like if she was still alive? What’s wrong with that?”

And the MC is pulling at their hair, or slamming their fists, or any other sort of exasperated gesture. “Get over her already, Yoosung!”

Yoosung’s definitely grossly sobbing at this point, yelling that it’s not that easy, and that he’s not sure if he ever will, and the MC yells that if he keeps thinking like that, he won’t ever find the strength to get over her. And Yoosung keeps repeating, it’s not that easy! It’s not that easy!

And the two would sit down, heads in their hands, Yoosung sobbing, the MC just tired. And MC would look at Yoosung and slowly, but gently, calmly, reassuringly, hug him. And Yoosung would lean into their touch and cry.

And it’s like that for a bit. Just Yoosung crying it out as MC rubs his back. Eventually he calms a little, breathing in and out, and MC apologizes. It’s true. It’s trauma. They shouldn’t expect it to go away so easily. But... they just want to stop seeing him so broken up over Rika, that’s all.

Yoosung’s quiet for a little bit longer, trying to find it in him to speak without his voice wobbling all over. But then he reassures them that it’s okay. He’s not always putting his full effort towards letting go of Rika, it’s true. Sometimes he lets go of himself too much. He’s still such an emotional person and he’s learning. But he thanks MC for apologizing. He thanks MC for caring. You both make mistakes.

The MC reassures him they’re in the wrong, but he tells them he’s an adult. He can admit it. He makes a lot of mistakes, has a lot to learn.

“But you help. You really try to help. You don’t have to be perfect...just trying is enough.”

And those words are enough for the two to just rock a little bit together, in each others arms, just supporting each other. It’ll be okay. It’ll take time, but it’ll be okay.

Jaehee

The arguement is probably about Jaehee putting work and Zen before all other things, which to MC, might sometimes feel that it includes them too.

“That’s not true,” Jaehee tries to reassure them, but her tone isn’t very friendly, “I’m just...I’m swamped with work, MC. And when I have freetime, my mind just immediately goes to Zen’s DVD’s. It’s always been my biggest comfort.”

The MC tries not to freak out, tries not to pressure Jaehee more, but hell, why can’t they be a comfort for Jaehee?

Jaehee is a bit shocked at this sentence, and she just rubs her temples a moment, probably pissing off MC all the more. “I need a moment.”

In the quiet of Jaehee’s room, she just sorta puts her head in her hands, feeling like everything’s falling apart. It was too good to be true that she could just be happy, she could have a good, happy relationship, that she could balance everything in her life.

She did find comfort in the MC. She just... it was all so much to balance. She can’t always see it all at once. Maybe she was ignoring them, but god, she never meant to.

MC knocks gently. Jaehee calls out that they can come in. MC walks over silently, sitting beside the stressed Jaehee. They’re both quiet, not touching at all. Quiet. Jaehee can’t let it out, and the MC keeps blanking on what they want to say.

“I’m sorry,” they both say at the same time.

The two look at each other, before letting out a relieving laugh, and MC throws their arms around Jaehee in a loving hug, and Jaehee clutches the MC close to her, feeling in that moment, she never wants to let them go.

Jaehee explains how she never meant to ignore them, but MC reassures them that it’s okay. Even if they feel a bit ignored, they realized that they acted out a bit-Jaehee has a lot going on, and there’s no way the MC can expect her to be perfect. So long as Jaehee is trying her best and loves them, that’s what really matters.

And Jaehee thanks them over and over as she cries in their arms, and finally, things are okay again. She can be happy. They can be happy. Together.

Jumin

It’s when Jumin least expects it. After giving a gift of some sort after work, the MC is oddly quiet, oddly inexpressive. He raises an eyebrow, asking whats wrong, and they can’t help but let it out.

“It feels like you can’t love me like you used to. And so you just... you’re always getting me stuff. Like you’re trying to buy my love.”

Jumin’s immediately defensive. He is, of course, on the logical side. He’d never try to buy your love-love isn’t a physical thing he can get his hands on. He buys you things because they make him think of you, and he wants to see you happy. He wants you to know he’s thinking about you.

But MC cries out that sometimes they just want him, not some new jacket or hat or shoes or glasses. They want to hold him, not some new diamond pen.

Jumin is quiet a moment, before asking if that’s how MC always saw all his gifts. Just meaningless gifts made of money and nothing else. MC sees where they hurt Jumin now as his voice reaches a deadly emptiness, low and not sad-but the way it sounds is sad.

They open their mouth to reply, but Jumin shakes his head. “It’s fine. I understand.” before shuffling off to another room, his room or maybe a home office, a study, probably still fully dressed.

MC takes a moment before rushing after him, trying to think of how to fix all this. Jumin’s mind, however, is blank as he sits alone in whatever room he’s in. He thought he was doing so well. He thought everything was fine. That everything was perfect. That he’d finally untangled all the bullshit in his head but the tangles were still there. Things still hurt.

But he’s Jumin. He perks up the moment MC knocks, and he staring longingly as they enter the room slowly, looking apologetic.

He tries not to get emotional, but he finds he can’t speak without wanting to cry. MC can see that and tells him it’s okay. He can’t always be perfect. And those words are probably what get the waterworks going.

MC goes to hold him, stroke his hair, just sorta comfort him in any way they can in the moment. For Jumin, just still having them there while he lets himself go like this means so much. He clutches to them like a lifeline for a while.

“I understand better now what your gifts mean,” MC tells him quietly. “I get it a little better now. So I’m sorry.”

“But you have a point as well,” Jumin admits. “I can give you gifts as a reminder of my love, but they cannot be my love.”

MC kisses his head. “You love me. I love you. We’ll figure out the rest along the way. You’re the thinker anyways. We can get through this.”

Jumin smiles, and it’s so genuine and warm. His words are soft. “Yes. Of course.”

They both can’t be perfect. It takes time, but they are patient. They both can learn.

Seven

Their argument is definitely over a moment where MC tries to reach out to Seven when he’s clearly upset, but he pushes them away.

MC becomes frustrated, crying out, “You can’t just hide away forever, Seven! I’ve been here for you so long and yet you just...you still always...”

Seven definitely lashes out almost immediately, pretty much nothing but frustration in his voice when he says, “As if it’s that easy. I can’t always just open up in a snap just because you are who you are, MC.”

The MC puts their head in their hands. “But you never open up.”

Seven stands up, already done with the argument. “If you wanna pretend that, sure, okay. Fine. Whatever.”

These two are the ones that sorta spend hours between their argument alone, thinking about where they went wrong, if this was the end. But MC eventually goes up to Seven’s room, knocking on the door. There’s a grunt, and they open the door slowly, checking on Seven.

He’s probably just lying motionless on the bed, looking sorta like he was planking for the past few hours. He doesn’t even look over.

The MC slips in, closing the door. They walk over and sit next to him on the bed. They wait a few moments before place their hand over his, and he twitches. He doesn’t pull away, but he twitches.

“You’re right,” MC admits. “That was pretty shitty of me to just say you never open up. You’ve made a lot of progress.”

“But I’m still such an asshole,” Seven dismisses their statement quickly. “I still do the same old shit every time.”

“Not every time,” MC reassures him. “And besides, you’re learning. I should be patient. You can’t open up immediately every time, but...that’s okay. I’ll be here when you’re ready, Sev.”

It takes a few moments, but finally, MC watches as Seven’s face breaks through its emotionless mask and he begins crying. MC lays down with him, holding him, and the two lie there, him crying, MC rubbing his back and kissing his head.

It was what he needed to hear so badly. And MC understands that now. The two will have their moments where they’ll forget or stumble over words and their emotions, but they’re learning, and they get it better now. They’ll be okay.

The argument would definitely be related to V still being so self sacrificing, and by extension, it’d probably be about MC caring too much for him and not enough about themself as well. After taking time for himself he definitely got a lot better, he healed a lot and he’s definitely on the right path...

But he has his moments where he falls back. Not permanently. He just has moments.

But MC will get upset. They’ll be in tears, not yelling but sadly telling him, “Why do you still do this to yourself? Why do you still let all of this haunt you?”

V wouldn’t really raise his voice, but his tone becomes more stern. “I don’t...I don’t just let it happen,” he tells MC. “It happens at me. I fight it best I can, but sometimes...there’s just times I forget, or slip up. I know you’re doing this because I care, but you can’t let me become your everything...”

MC immediately replies, “I’m not! I wouldn’t do that!” But their voice probably breaks. They start to cry, and V reaches for their hand.

“I understand you care,” he tells them, “But I can care for myself now. And your support helps me so much...but care for yourself, MC.”

He’d be the one comforting the two of them, holding MC and talking them through it, telling them that they aren’t becoming something bad or horrid-he just wants them to take the same steps he took to see themself as equal as him.

And he helps them take deep breaths and he holds them through it all until they’re okay. And they apologize for making it about themself, for crying, for so many things. But V just smiles kindly and reassures them that they’re learning, and they’re trying to get better. That’s what really matters. That’s why they can work towards happiness.

He probably spends the night doing cozy things with MC, for the two of them. The past is the past. What matters is the present. They look forward together.

Saeran

There’s small little spats here ‘n there, but never anything huge. That is, for a while. But naturally every couple has some sort of problem they both meet. For Saeran, it’s probably during a relapse of some sort where he lashes out.

“You don’t care for me!” He’d yell at the MC, tears in his eyes, “You...you can’t care for me. Look at me. I’m still a monster. I’m still broken. I’m still two confused beings in this one body. Why the hell would you want me?”

MC might get upset at first, being a bit harsh, but never saying anything but the truth. “I do care for you. I wish you’d finally just believe me, Saeran, but I do care. I care about all of you. You’re not a monster, you’re just hurt, why can’t you just get that...?”

And it sorta goes as a back and forth for a while until Saeran gets too tired to keep going. When he takes that moment to catch his breath and things get quiet, he finally begins to relax, and MC goes in to hold him. They hesitate, waiting for his permission to let them touch him. He nods, and they hold him for a while.

In that moment of vulnerability, he’d ask for a lot of reassurances. As long as the MC is honest with him, he makes it out to the end. Anything he needs improving on, he vows he’ll keep working at. And he promises the MC, too, that if they ever have moments like that too, that he’ll hold them just like they held him. Always.

Things might be intense in the moment, but the arguments always end with the two of them feeling better and lighter. The mutual trust and care helps the two heal.

Ray

Ray is a huge sweetheart and a timid soul, so arguments are almost nonexistent with him.

However, when they do happen, they’re pretty similar to Saeran’s. They’re intense, and Ray is probably panicking the entire time. Flashbacks and delusions, too jumpy to be touched.

He’d say a lot of the same stuff too, but the way he says it is so much sadder. There’s no anger in his voice. He doesn’t lash out. He just sounds like he’s given up. He’ll sit curled up, scarily silent, scarily sad, his eyes sorta empty.

The MC, whether they snap back or not, so long as they stay there with him and are patient, giving him the space he needs and understanding that these are temporary moments, that’s all that would be needed for these sorts of things to end okay.

If MC snapped, they’d apologize to him the moment they see his shoulders begin to relax a little, telling him how much they love him for his kind, soft heart. He’s not a monster or a mistake. He’s not the same guy he was in Mint Eye. He’s improved so much.

He’s quiet and he leans into the MC, letting the feeling of their warmth and scent calm him as they pet his hair or rub his back. He might even fall asleep. But finally, he becomes peacefully calm. He knows things can be okay. He’ll make mistakes along the way... but he’s improving.

And MC knows that. MC knows to be honest, when to say sorry... he doesn’t fear them. And so he finally can smile a little, knowing things will be okay.

Vanderwood

Vanderwood’s issue would be super similar to Seven’s, except perhaps even worse.

“I’m just a walking weapon, MC, that’s all.” They light a cigarette, not looking MC in the eyes. “That’s all I was, that’s all I am, it’s all I’ll ever be and I’m sick and tired of you coming back to me when all I’m gonna do is hurt you.”

MC would argue that of course. They don’t just hurt them. In fact, for all the times they’ve pushed away, those are hardly anything compared to the times where the two joke and tease and those moments of trust and peace where neither of them talk but things are pleasant and they’re still spending time together.

MC starts tearing up thinking about it all, crying out, “If you really want me gone, I’ll go, okay? If you really want that I’ll just up and go and disappear. If I’m really nothing to you, then I’ll go. Just say it.”

But MC crying really would get to Vanderwood. They would stare, face mostly unchanged, but they look...sort of hurt. Not in a way where MC hurt them, but instead, they know they hurt MC. And that’s what hurts them.

“Look, MC...” they sigh. “I don’t really want you to go. But staying is just-”

MC insists they can work it out. That they want to try their best to work it out. They just don’t want Vanderwood out of their life.

That touches Vanderwood’s heart for sure. They might not show it in the moment, but that’s basically when the argument’s done. Vanderwood doesn’t have it in them to keep trying to fight the obvious feelings the two have for each other.

They aren’t the most romantic. But they care. They try. They’ll stand by MC, offer their shoulder if they need to cry. And then Vanderwood would say something teasing, whether about MC or something about Seven-and the two would laugh, feeling things go back to normal again. Feeling at home again.

- Mod Grim

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