#sevenxmc

[tsuki301]

I love my tomato pair, Seven x MC3. I know most of the shipping is with the MC1 but I can't help loving them. I will always love them.

[lovehatemysme]

[Saeyoung x MC] [Pure Smut; Edging, Hair Pulling]

You peeked through the door in Saeyoung's computer room, how many days has it been since he locked himself inside? Ever since Yoosung’s term ended, Saeyoung has been playing LOLOL with him, and even goes on pranking him once again. At first it was adorable, how they are so attached to each other, but now you’re feeling neglected as Saeyoung hasn’t even bedded with you, let alone even sleeping beside you! Sure they haven’t bonded for months since Yoosung was busy with his university works since he was graduating, but isn’t neglecting you already too much?

Were you actually jealous of Yoosung?

Maybe.

Probably.

You have the right to demand Saeyoung’s affection, after all you are his wife. You went inside the room and saw your beloved redhead on his chair, headphones on as he mumbles instructions to his mic. You pouted and crossed your arms, waiting for a beat and two but he didn’t even stop clicking on the mouse. 

With a plan in mind, you smirked. You slowly made your way to him, you squint your eyes and shielded them with your hand as the brightness from the monitor blinds you. Once you adjust with the light you see avatars running and attacking a certain monster. 

Slowly and steadily you snaked your arms to him, wrapping it around his neck. 

“M-MC?!” Saeyoung asked frantically without turning his head, still focusing on the game before him.

“Saeyoung~ Play with me too~” you purred to his ear when you removed the headphones on one side and placed a kiss. 

“C-can we do this later?” stuttering as he continued to click and type, eyes never leaving the screen as he sounded uninterested. 

Your brows furrowed, you had enough and weren’t getting any of it. Removing your arms from his neck, you slid down and crawled to the front of his chair.

“M-MC?!” his eyes looked down to you for a split second then back on the monitor. 

“But I wanna play now~” you cooed as you lay your head on his thigh, making yourself comfortable between his legs. Your hand caressing up to his inner thigh, your fingers dancing on his crotch, pressing lightly as you continue to rub the area. 

You bat your lashes up to him with an innocent smile, as if you weren’t doing a naughty deed. Saeyoung hissed at the friction, trying to focus on the game but the pressure on his crotch felt good. He gulped as you pressed a little harder, your fingers tracing the bulge on his sweatpants. He continued to mumble on the microphone, he can do this! He thought, his agency training was far more tortuous than this… than his lovely wife, touching him, rubbing him oh so slowly-

“Shit,” he suddenly muttered under his breath as his character died, his concentration and focus slipping away as his other head slowly takes control. Your smile grew wider, knowing you were affecting him already. 

“MC let me just, just-” his train of thought lost as his character respawned immediately, clicking away once again. You frowned and pressed harder, making him hiss through his teeth. Your hands massage his inner thighs, making sure to brush slightly against his member. Saeyoung could feel his blood going to his crotch, you just knew how to tease him. 

“Saeyoung~ I wanna play too~” you purred under him, and he knew what you meant. Sweat started to build up on his forehead as he tried so hard to concentrate on his game. He lifted himself slightly from the chair and you giggled as you pulled his pants. You could see his cock starting to get hard, once he sat again he opened his legs wider to make space for you. You wasted no time, your hand grabbing him and started to pump him. 

It wasn’t your first time doing this, in fact you’ve made it a game at this point. How long can Saeyoung hold in his moan? How long before he quits whatever he was doing and just do you instead? 

You started to lick his length and you could feel him get harder by the second.  He could feel the cool sensation of your saliva, sending electrical tingles down his spine as he started to breathe heavily. You continued to stroke him slowly, your tongue now licking up its way to his tip that started to leak some precum. Saeyoung could feel that knot inside him, coiling and tightening. He swallowed audibly when you took him into your mouth, bucking his hips slightly, he couldn’t resist it, he couldn’t resist you. 

You moaned as you engulfed him, Saeyoung gripped harder on his mouse, his mind now focused on your soft mouth that’s swallowing him. Maybe it has been days, he wasn’t this sensitive before. Oh god he missed your mouth, he thought, letting himself fall into the pleasure of your tongue swirling around him, his own moan caught in his throat as he tried to restrain it. Without any conscious thought his hand now left the keyboard, snaking down and grabbing your hair as his hand guided your head. 

You couldn’t help but smile as he started to move his hips ceremoniously in and out of your mouth, you moaned as he pulled your hair lightly, angling your head enough that his tip hit the back of your throat. He hissed, leaning down on the table as his other hand gripped at the edge. His headphones now hanging on his neck, the game’s noise distant as he breathed heavily. The generous amount of precum started to pool in your mouth, you swallowed them and hollowed your cheeks, sucking Saeyoung as you coaxed more. His movements became erratic, pulling your hair again and you moaned, Saeyoung could feel that edge, reaching it as he fucks your mouth. 

Suddenly you pushed him away, removing your mouth and he growled in frustration at the loss of your warm, soft mouth surrounding him. The tight in his abdomen losing its peak, his hips bucking slightly on his sit into the air. He looked at you and you had a sly smile, sticking out your tongue at him. He growled once again as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you up and hoisting you to the table as he pushed the keyboard away. He crashed his lips to yours, his hand snaking to the base of your neck up, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling them.

“AH~!” you cried in pleasure, your head tilting up as you felt tingles down your spine that spread around your body when he pulled your hair, your body jerking reflexively.  

“You like that, don’t you,” he said as he slid his tongue into your mouth, his kiss was hungry, exploring your mouth he could taste the remnants of his own, the hint of saltiness as he pressed his tongue on the roof of your mouth. You melted into the kiss, feeling hazy as he continued to dance with your tongue. Once you pulled away he twisted his hand and grabbed your hair once again, making you moan and tilt your head upwards again, Saeyoung buried his face on your neck, biting, sucking and licking on the skin that his lips could touch. 

Moans continued to echo the room, his member rubbing through your panties. His cock sliding swiftly, smoothly as your own sex was already wet and seeping through the fabric. His hand letting go of your hair as he palmed the base of your head, his other wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer. He knew exactly where to press his fingers, knowing where to massage to make you melt in his arms. Your eyes closing as he sucked on a sensitive spot on your neck, his fingers massaging the base of your head and you held onto his jacket feeling so weak as the sensations took over you. 

“Saeyoung~” you moaned grinding your hips, he stood tall when he removed his face from your neck and looked at you, your eyes hooded and needy, mouth open as saliva dripped down to your chin, cheeks flushed red. When you look at him like that, how could he let you wait any longer? 

He slid his tongue into your mouth again, this time he was slow, taking his time as if it’s the first time, his hands removing your undies. You felt his cock brush against your sex and you whimpered into the kiss. He slowly inserted himself, his length filling you up so good, you pulled away from the kiss as a long moan escaped your lips. You could feel him throb inside you, your head resting on his shoulder, your hands at his back gripping on his jacket. His hot breath tickling your ear, he held your waist as he started to thrust into you, you moaned each time he hit your sweet spot, over and over again. 

Saeyoung’s hand snaked to your back once more, up to your neck as he palmed the base of your head. Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled as he pounded inside you, you moaned and squeezed him tightly as the tingles of pleasure spread all over your body, your mind blanking and drowning to the sensations. He grunted as you clenched around him, he started to thrust into you once more, your legs locked on his waist. 

You could feel that tight coil inside you as pleasure took over your mind, focusing on your climax as you met Saeyoung’s thrusts. He peppered kisses to your jaw down to your neck, as his hand twists again in your hair, pulling hard as he thrusts in you, you could feel waves of pleasure from your spine, tingles and tingles spreading all over your body as you quivered in reaching your climax. Clenching and clamping on him, Saeyoung found his release too, grunting while he grind his hips releasing inside you, you limped into his chest as your grip on his back loosened. You could feel his hot semen overflow inside you, your fluids dripping out from your sex and down to his table. 

Saeyoung rested his head above yours as you both steadied your breaths. He twirled one finger on your hair. 

“So, you like that huh?” he chuckled, your mind still hazy as you go down from your high as you just responded with an “mm”. You felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled once more, pulling away slightly as he took your face between his hands, palming your flushed cheeks and wiping your chin with his thumb.

“Aren’t you needy today,” he whispered as he tucked your hair. You looked straight at him and blinked, “Sae it’s been a week since you glued your ass here,” you retorted, he always lose track of time once he was in front of his computer. His face distorted into confusion, his brows furrowed. 

“Wait no-” he grabbed his mouse and looked at the monitor, the screen indicating they lost. And then he saw that one icon, that icon he completely forgot to click when he lost himself in your mouth, his eyes widening in the realization.

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 “AH~!” 

Yoosung jumped on his seat when he heard a moan, the voice sounding so familiar. 

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Sa-Saeyoung?” he whispered, Yoosung could feel the heat rise to his cheeks, he heard another moan and the dawning realization it was your voice came down to him. He could feel himself heating up.

Another moan and he screamed, throwing his headphones on the table and frantically closing his computer, he blinked looking at the monitor as he saw his own reflection, he could feel his heart beating fast. 

 “AH~” your moan stuck in his head, his eyes darting everywhere as he panicked not knowing what to do with what he just witnessed, or rather what he heard. He gulped and saw his hoodie.

“I- I need to jog,” he said, grabbing his hoodie and jolting out of his room.

[elvendara]

March Madness 2022 Day 6

March 6th: Build a Fort

NOT YOORAN

The cushions collapsed as Saeyoung tried to place one atop another.

“Not again.” He sighed.

“That’s why I have these silly.” MC tossed some blankets at her husband, he caught them clumsily.

“Blankets?”

“Of course. We set the cushions up like walls, then place the blankets on top, that’s what makes the fort stay together.” She explained.

“Oh. I see.” Saeyoung was again grinning, eager to continue. “You fix up that side, and I’ll do this one.”

MC worked on her side but mostly she watched her husband. He looked like a little boy let loose in a candy shop. It thrilled her to see him so happy, but it also made her a little sad. Building a fort was something almost every child did growing up. That he had missed out on those simple pleasures and instead endured such horrific fear and pain made her angry. Angry at the mother who could do such things to her own children.

Saeyoung laughed full throatily as they smoothed out the ‘roof’ of the fort.

“Hmm, that doesn’t look too comfortable though.” He said, peering inside.

“That’s because we aren’t done yet. Honestly, for such a smart man sometimes you can be ignorant. I thought you would have researched how to build a fort.” She said teasingly.

“Nope! I wanted the full experience. So, what do we do now?” he asked eagerly.

“Now we gather all the pillows we can find and toss them in.”

“Oh! I get it!” he jumped up and began to gather the throw pillows on the sofa and armchairs. He chucked them into the fort and ran off to find more in their bedroom. MC took another blanket and spread it over the pillows, creating a fluffy floor.

“Here’s more.” Saeyoung handed MC her sleeping pillow as she crawled into the fort. She lay it against the sofa and did the same with Saeyoung’s as he followed her in. “It’s so cozy.” He said, sitting next to his wife, his amber eyes glistened with joy and MC couldn’t help but ruffle his unruly curly red hair.

“And now we snuggle.” She lay her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her.

“So, kids do this all the time?” he asked into her soft brown hair.

“Mmhmm.” She closed her honey brown eyes and sighed. It felt good to have his arms around her. He always made her feel safe.

“Well, this seems like a great way for a boy to get a girl to make out with him.” Saeyoung whispered, the strands of her hair tickling his lips.

“I’m sure it worked.” MC said.

“Did it ever work on you?” Saeyoung asked, suddenly very interested.

“Only once.” MC teased, running her hand down his chest.

“Oh really?” Saeyoung pushed away to look her in the eye. MC glanced up at him then pulled him down, smashing her lips against his. Saeyoung’s tension eased as he melted into her body, pressing her down on the pillows, his body wrapping around hers. It had taken some time for him to become comfortable enough not to feel that he was hurting her. She clung to him, her tongue chasing around his, her passion evident.

MC ran her hands up his back, pulling his shirt up as she went to just bellow his shoulder blades, one hand kept going to dig into his thick curly red hair, the other she ran under his shirt, digging her nails into his flesh.

Saeyoung sighed as he pulled away from her. He lay his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath.

“You, you’re my one time.” MC whispered, her warm breath inviting him back to her mouth.

“I hope there will be many, many, many more.” He spoke as he accentuated the sentence with several deep kisses.

[fano1222]

MC Now : lololol I will keep that until my death

[yoosungisbabie]

the pedal’s down - mystictober day 19

707 x mc

rating: G

prompt: {seven x mc} / mask

warnings: none♡

word count: 1,924

ao3 link

[my Ko-fi♡]

Seven finally takes her out on a drive.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

“Are you ready?” She gasped slightly, her face immediately lifting to look at him in excitement. He looked a little tired from working so hard, his golden eyes dull and his hair disheveled. She hoped that getting out of the house would help him cheer up.

“You’re done?” she asked. She nearly fell off the couch as she moved to stand, watching him chuckle at her.

“Yeah, I just finished. Let’s go!” he said enthusiastically. He held out his hand for her to take it, but then he eyed it, pulling away to wave her forward with it instead.

She decided not to ask, her thoughts elsewhere while she followed close behind him as they moved through the house towards his garage. His hoodie had come off since she’d seen him last, only a black tank top remaining. She quickly decided that it would be better for her heart if she focused on her surroundings instead of the fact that his biceps were on display.

He pushed open the garage door, bowing dramatically for her to enter first. She stepped forward with an eager grin, the only light coming from the room behind her. He shut the door as he joined her, throwing her into pitch darkness.

“Oh yeah, these are nice cars,” she teased, nodding her head even though he couldn’t see. He let out a snicker before she heard the flick of a switch.

Suddenly, the whole room was illuminated, her eyes narrowing before they adjusted. When they did, she was met with the sight of four stunning sports cars, all of which she’d heard and seen so much about. The bright fluorescent lights reflected off the shiny paint jobs and made them all the more beautiful.

“Whoa,” she breathed, taking a few curious steps forward to get closer.

“Allow me to formally introduce you to my babies,” Seven spoke, stepping to her side with a hop. She glanced at him, seeing that the usual sparkle in his eyes was shining, and that was a big part of the reason she’d asked for a ride in one of his cars.

Her eyes kept gravitating towards one car in particular. It was the one she’d heard him talk the most about, and it really was a sight to behold. She’d looked up what the model was a few times just out of curiosity, but maybe part of her wanted to be able to impress him if she needed to.

“Which one will we be taking for a spin tonight, m’lady?” he asked, gesturing for her to choose. Her mouth fell open, her heart palpitating in her chest.

“You’re letting me choose?” she asked in disbelief, thinking that he would have been the one to make all the decisions. But he grinned, nodding enthusiastically.

“It was your idea, so you can choose!” he smiled, putting his hands in his pockets as he watched her wiggle a little from excitement.

“Can we take the Herrari California?” she asked after a moment of thought. His eyes widened, and he tilted his head at her.

“Someone’s done their research,” he said, his smile growing. He began walking towards the car, but then he stopped and leaned close to her.

“Did you know that she’s my favorite?” he whispered like it was a secret. She laughed, covering her mouth and watching him.

“Maybe,” she whispered back, unable to help the butterflies that stirred in her stomach when he laughed in response.

They both walked over to the car quickly, her eyes widening as she grew closer. She didn’t know much about the car other than its name and that it was expensive, but it was a very nice shade of red.

“Ahh it’s so pretty!” she sighed, not daring to touch it. He put his hands behind his head, sighing in that cocky way that he did and smirking at her.

“Thanks, I picked the color myself,” he bragged, making her snicker a little. He eyed her, raising his eyebrows like he wasn’t joking.

“Aren’t they all red?” she laughed, seeing him lean on his knees and gape at her.

“And here I was thinking you’d become an expert just for me!” he exclaimed, covering his face and pretending to sob. She rolled her eyes, smiling and putting her hands on her hips.

“I think you’d get jealous if I knew everything about your baby,” she reasoned, seeing him peek through his fingers at her. After a few seconds, he ran both hands through his hair, sighing like nothing had happened.

“You’re right!” he grinned, turning to walk over to the wall behind the car. He opened the box there, pulling out what she guessed were the car keys.

“Just so you know,” he said, looking over his shoulder as he closed the box. “Not every Herrari is red. This is actually shade number FF2800,” he said, making her giggle under her breath. Of course he’d memorized the exact color number.

“Well, shade number FF2800 looks absolutely gorgeous. Can we get in now?” she laughed, seeing his eyes crinkle with his grin.

“Please,” he said, unlocking both doors with the click of a button. She pulled the handle, the smell of leather immediately filling her senses. She slipped into the car, admiring the all-black, spotless interior before glancing over at him.

“Think the inside is pretty too?” he asked, placing one hand on the wheel. She nodded, smirking a little.

“Just like you,” she teased, reaching over to poke his cheek before he snickered.

“My hair isn’t quite the right shade for me to pass as a Herrari though,” he replied, adjusting his seat a little and checking his mirrors. She could have sworn she saw a slight blush move into his cheeks, but he turned to look at her again, pulling her attention away.

“Did your research show you this little detail?” he asked, his eyes shining excitedly. Her jaw dropped as he pushed a button, the top of the car lifting from above them. Maybe she’d seen the word convertible when she’d searched the internet, but it was a pleasant surprise either way. She let out a giddy breath as she watched the car work its magic, knowing that his eyes were watching her carefully.

“We should go before we miss the sunset,” he said, placing the keys in the ignition. He winked at her once before he started the car up, making her heart race as the engine purred to life.

He carefully maneuvered the car out of the garage, navigating the dirt road that led away from his secluded house at a snail’s pace.

“Seven…” she spoke, glancing around.

“Hmm?” he hummed, two hands tight on the wheel. She stared at him incredulously.

“Are you...gonna go?” she asked, meeting his wide-blown eyes when he looked at her.

“If I scratch even an atom of paint off this car, I will personally send myself to hell,” he spoke intensely, an uncontrollable giggle bubbling up from her throat. He looked glanced between her and the road a few times before letting his own laugh out.

“I’m serious!” he told her, making her shake her head.

“There’s nothing even around here!” she disputed, watching him lean back a little.

“That’s how I like it,” he said, making her roll her eyes. She took a second to put on her seatbelt, watching him out of the corner of her eye. She’d heard someone mention before that his muscles were very visible when he drove, but she had no idea that it would be so distracting.

Seven caught her looking, a smirk slipping onto his lips before she spoke up out of embarrassment.

“Can’t this car do like zero to sixty in 3 seconds or something?” she said quickly, glancing away to hide the heat growing in her face. Luckily, since the top was down, there was a cool breeze blowing lightly across her cheeks to cool her off.

“Maybe,” he said, dragging the last vowel out. She shot a look towards him, propping her elbow up on the car door.

“For all the bragging you do, I’m not seeing a whole lot of magic happening,” she teased, hearing him blow a raspberry at her. She turned back to him, seeing him glaring at the road ahead.

“Patience, patience,” he sang out. She watched him, thinking for a second that she was annoying him after a long day of work. But when he met her gaze, the warm smile and glow in his eyes proved her wrong.

After a few more minutes of careful driving, they made it out onto a paved road, and her heart pumped excitedly. She sat up a little, her smile uncontrollable. If the car already sounded amazing when they were going so slow, she couldn’t wait for what it sounded like at higher speeds.

“There’s a long stretch of freeway nearby if you can wait that long,” he chuckled, his posture relaxing slightly. “You’re so cute,” he nearly whispered, but she caught it. Her already-pounding heart leapt into her throat, her eyes glued to him as the wind tousled his hair.

“What?” she asked, hoping she hadn’t misheard him. He paled, keeping his eyes on the road.

“N-nothing,” he said, making the knot in her stomach tighten. It was adorably typical that he denied little comments he made under his breath like that. She wondered if he actually meant them.

She leaned back in her seat, biting her lip to suppress her growing smile.

Soon enough, they pulled onto the ramp that led to the freeway, her eyes moving to him excitedly.

“Got your seatbelt on?” he asked, absentmindedly testing his own seatbelt.

“Of course,” she chuckled, glancing around to see that there were almost no cars on the road with them. “Why--” She couldn’t finish her question, the wind being knocked from her as he slammed on the accelerator. The car was pushed forward with a speed she’d never felt before, her stomach flipping. A loud squeal rang out as the tires spun against the pavement, and then the loud roar of the engine followed. The once gentle breeze became a fierce, cold wind that brought tears to her eyes and pinched at her cheeks.

She couldn’t help the elated scream that came from her throat, hearing his delighted laughter when her voice gave out. Her eyes bugged when she moved them to look at their current speed, her laughter getting lost among his and the wind as the road blurred in front of her.

Seven put on the brakes after another few moments, getting them down to a comfortable (and legal) speed. She was still laughing when pulled over, her breaths shallow and shaky.

“How was that?” he asked. She was able to hear the grin in his voice before she looked over at him. When she turned to see, the setting sunlight hit him in just the right way, making her stomach flip all over again. He was smiling so warmly, looking so carefree and happy, and that was all she could ever want for him.

Leaning over, she cupped his face with one hand, pressing a breathless kiss to his cheek. When she pulled back, he was bright red, his eyes locked on her and as wide as ever. She could only smile at him, her own cheeks flushing pink. But she didn’t care.

She flopped back in her seat, breathing out and feeling lightheaded. But she turned her smile to him once more, meeting his gaze boldly.

“Again?”

~~~~~

asdfghjkl i found this idea in my wips and had completely forgotten about it. it made me laugh so much rereading my idea, and i really enjoyed writing about this! thank you so much for reading!

[inactiverosigribouilli]

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[askmcs]

RFA + Saeran playing Animal Crossing Headcanons

Jumin

“What is this strange game? I don’t understand the appeal”

“Look, honey! That cat villager looks just like Elizabeth”

“…”

He becomes addicted in a couple of days

His sole interest in the game is having just cat villagers and making everyone else leave

Yeah, he’s that person

“Jumin, love, it’s 2 am, can you please come to bed?”

“Not now, Monica! Rosie wants to move away! I need to convince her to stay, by all means!”

Also complains a lot about Tom Nook

“He’s not supposed to anticipate all costs. His business is faulty and reckless! How can he be so rich?!”

He’s probably gonna pay Nintendo to introduce new cat villagers, including a villager that resembles Monica and one that is identical to Elizabeth 3rd

Doesn’t really care about other stuff, but manages to be rich even there, he’s really methodic

Zen

“Zen! You should totally check this game out!”

“Well, I’m not really into games but if that makes you happy I’ll try it, babe”

He would have never played if it wasn’t for Miriam and Yoosung

But once he starts, he can’t stop

Became BFF with Sable as soon as the Able sister’s shop was unlocked

He is a frequent visitor

His only interest is to have the best style out of all, and decorate his house the best way he can

Always broke

Like, he can’t fish or catch bugs, he’s really bad at it

So he asks friends to lend him bells

“Zen, I love you, but I won’t give you 1’200’000 bells for a crown!”

“Come on, babe. It looks so good with my outfit!”

Other than that, he also likes to use emotions as much as he can

And goes around his fans’ islands to hang out and make them happy

He is not the type to dislike “ugly” villagers, but he kinda prefer good looking ones

Like “Whitney is so cute and beautiful!! I want her!!”

AND DENIES EVERY SINGLE CAT!!

Seven

“Hey Martha! Guess who’s already cracked the game?”

“PLEASE LET ME HAVE JULIAN THE UNICORN AS A VILLAGER!!”

Of course he hacked the game from the very beginning

Rumors says he’s the one responsible for the tarantula’s glitch in New Horizons

His island usually has rare fish and bugs

And rarely normal ones

Sea bass is a long forgotten nightmare on “Space station Island”

He has unlimited bells 

And he created an accurate and beautiful Elly villager that Jumin would kill to have

He pranks Yoosung on daily basis

His villagers doesn’t really like him because he pranks them too

But at the end of the day, they never move out

They can’t muahahahahah

He always helps Martha when she needs something for her island, and hang out a lot

They make a formidable duo

He gets the more fun out of everyone else in the RFA

Saeran

“Sae, I think this game is really therapeutic, you should try it”

“I see, Angel, maybe I’ll give it a try”

Hacks the game too

But he just makes the game nicer and more relaxing

Fishing is easier, and you know the fish beforehand

He adds Ice cream

…and that’s pretty much it, since the game itself is pretty chill

Loves to water flowers and make nice patterns and decorations

Loves to add usually unappreciated villagers or creepy ones

His favorite is Coco

Not a real fan of design. His house is pretty normal 

He only uses gifts, never buys anything for himself

So he’s loaded

And buys gifts for others

“What, Zen, you want a crown? Sorry, I just bought one for Coco”

If some visitor tries to do something bad to one of his villager

…or messes up his flower pattern

well…

he better watch out his save files

Anyway he really likes the game, especially when he plays with Margo

Yoosung

“OMG MINDY DID YOU REALLY GIFT ME ANIMAL CROSSING?!”

He can’t afford it, to be honest

So Mindy buys it for him 

They play together

Yoosung is a pretty normal player

Goes fishing, catches bugs, sells stuff, tries to pay the mortgage 

He’s always nice to his villagers 

And gets pretty sad when they are mean to him

“Why do you hate me Eloise?! T.T”

“Aww, cutiepie, no one could ever hate you!”

“She gave me a trash can and said “This reminded me of you” T.T”

“…”

Eloise mysteriously disappeared the day after

His life in animal crossing would be pretty normal if it wasn’t for Seven’s pranks

“AHHHHH TARANTULAS EVERYWHERE!!!”

“WHY CAN’T I CATCH BUTTERFLIES?!”

“Sea bass? BUT IT WAS A SMALL SHADOW!!!”

He’s a fan of events

And also likes to have outfits similar to LOLOL ones

He really likes the game, all things considered

Jaehee

“Why should I play this game?”

“Come on, Baehee, It’s really stress relieving”

She doesn’t play much

Like once or twice a week for like half an hour, to relax a little

She likes the museum

Dislikes Tom Nook at heart

She just does normal activities like watering flowers, fishing etcetera.

Has a Zen themed island

Other than that, not really into decorations

She takes what she gets

Not picky at all, accepts any villager

But has a soft spot for Caroline, since she was one of the first villagers she had

If The Roost was still present she would have loved it and Brewster

Too bad

To be fair, she doesn’t understand the hype, but has a nice time with it so whatever

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Catching Feelings Ch. 2 Seven/MC College AU

Awhile ago I was requested by @navarr0landia write a continuation of my College AU I started during Saeyoung week this year (which I was low key looking for the extra push to do anyway so thanks!) 

So here it is! Part 2 of what I am now calling Catching Feelings: 

AO3 Link  (Check here for warning/tags)

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The shrill sound of MC's alarm pierces through her slumber bringing her to consciousness, much to her dismay.

"Ughhh." She groans as the full weight of her headache is realized as soon as she moves to tap the snooze button on her phone. She groans again, smothering her face into the pillow desperate to sink back into sleep. There are no hangovers in dreamland.

Of course exactly 10 minutes later - BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

This time MC doesn't mess around with the snooze button, it's too early and her head hurts way too much for this right now, her morning class is just not going to happen. She grasps desperately at sleep again.

She's not sure how much later it is but begins to hear Mei rustle around the room, getting ready for class and then the light turns on. MC groans again and pulls and blankets up over her head in protest.

"How are you feeling there, Sunshine?" Her roommate asks.

"Mmmm" MC groans miserably in response. "Why did I let you take me to a party on a weeknight?"

Her roommate laughs quietly. "You should be thanking me."

"For what?!" MC asks incredulously.

"You seriously don't remember? Maaaaybe you should check your phone that's been going off for the past hour." Mei says before the bathroom door clicks closed.

Why? MC thinks in response pulling her phone off her nightstand and under her little blanket tent.  It's not like anyone ever texts…me? She thinks as she sees seven new messages from "Saeyoung (Crazy Cat Guy)"

"Oh, shit." She mutters as memories from the night before - as well as a healthy dose of embarrassment - flood in. Parts of the night are definitely blurry in her mind. She remembers the bathroom and Seven/Saeyoung with the cat. And his eyes. Oh my god, his eyes, and that smile. Her heart clenches at the thought of him. This isn’t good, It’s been less than 24 hours and she’s already in deep.

Bits and pieces of their conversation float through her head but she can’t seem to grasp the entirety of it. Ugh. Why did she have so many of those... whatever they weres? What did she say to him? She desperately hopes nothing too bad. It couldn't have been anything too bad if he was texting her right? Unless it was that bad and he was telling her how weird she was. Calm down MC, calm down. Just unlock your phone and read the messages, you can do it.  

She takes a deep breath and bites her lip, entering her lock code. Her screen brightens, making her headache more apparent, but revealing the messages to her.

Saeyoung (9:09am): PSHHT This is ground control to Astronaut MC, do you read me?

Saeyoung (9:25am): PSHHT I repeat. MC, do you read me?

Saeyoung (10:07am): lolol I really hope you don't have a morning class

Saeyoung (10:11am): How are you feeling, Little Kitty?

Saeyoung (10:15am): >.< Was that weird? Sorry that was probably weird

Saeyoung (10:20am): Please let Seveny know you are still alive when you can

Saeyoung (10:30am): I‘m in class now but Secret Agent 707 might have to go on a rescue mission afterward if he doesn't hear back from you ^^’

MC’s face heats up a few degrees as she reads the messages He’s worried about me! Her heart leaps again as she thinks over how to respond to him as quickly as possible.

--

Seven bobs his leg up and down nervously as he sits in his back corner seat of the Comp Sci lab, not hearing anything his teacher is saying about compilation errors. He unlocks his phone for the third time in less than a minute and stares at the notification bar. Was he too forward? Too weird? She didn't seem to mind is weirdness too much last night but maybe that was because she was drunk? Or maybe something’s actually wrong, what if she had alcohol poisoning? Was she hurt, or was she just ignoring him? He didn't like either of those options frankly.

“Luciel?” He hears his teacher's voice pierces through his mind’s paranoid circling.

“Can you tell me why this code isn’t compiling correctly? Tell me where the error is.” His teacher looks at him pointedly, obviously trying to catch him off guard.

“Uhhhh” He stalls, scanning the code on the board. “You have a syntax error on line 23.”

His teacher - Mr. Vanderwood, seems a little disappointed he can’t reprimand him, “That's cor-”

“And 47.” Seven adds.

“Wait, what?” Mr. Vanderwood says incredulously scanning the code himself. “You’re right… uhh thanks, I guess”

“No probs Ms. Vanderwood.” Seven replies casually.

“It’s Mr. Vanderwood, Luciel.”

“Right, right, won't happen again Vandy!” the class collectively giggles at the interaction that's quite common amongst the two

“LUCIEL!”

“Ah hahaha sorry!” Seven cowers, shutting up.

His teacher stares at him a moment longer before continuing, “The next type of error you may have is a runtime error, a runtime error occurs when….” - and just like that Seven has checked out and is back to his phone again, and he has two new messages! He fumbles a bit in his excitement but manages to get his phone unlocked.

MC (Q-T-π): Hey! Sorry for making you worry! I just woke up.

MC (Q-T-π): And if it wasn't weird I’d be worried it wasn't you I was talking to, but that doesn’t mean I didn't like it. :)

She doesn't hate him! She thanked him! Thank God. He impulsively grasps the cross around his neck in victory. She used a smile emoji! Does that mean he made her smile? Oh, he really hopes so!

He looks rapidly around the room. Realizing Vanderwood is busy helping someone else he quickly types out a reply.

Saeyoung: She lives! :D Seven can breathe again. How do you feel?

--

MC seats herself up in bed and manages to get at least her feet off the bed before she's alerted to another message, her stomach responds with a small flourish of butterflies. Wow, he's fast. She thinks, smiling and reading his reply.

--

Seven watches his screen faithfully for her next message.

MC (Q-T-π): Honestly? I feel like death D:

MC (Q-T-π): But talking to you is definitely helping this headache go away.

He can’t help but crack a wide smile.

Saeyoung: Glad to be of assistance!

He can’t just let the conversation die like this though. He has to think of a way to continue it, and that's when an idea hits him.

Saeyoung: I have something else that may help!

MC (Q-T-π): Oh yea, What's that?

Saeyoung: Seven’s magic hangover (and other ailments) cure-aaaaall… Ddddddrumroll plz

MC (Q-T-π): Dum-dum-da-da-da-dum-dum!

Saeyoung: Seven Star Energy Drink!

MC (Q-T-π): You have your own energy drink? :O!

Saeyoung: Uhhhh well, haha

Saeyoung: not officially

Saeyoung: BUT

Saeyoung: I’m sure it will help clear up that nasty hangover! And that’s not all!

Saeyoung: It would be hand-delivered by yours truly :)

He sends the last message and waits with bated breath for a reply.

--

The bathroom door opens and Mei steps out all ready for class and starts getting her things together. MC stares at her phone screen. He wants to come over? She bites her lip and thinks for a minute. She hasn’t even had a shower yet. She groans loudly and throws her head back onto her pillow in defeat, resulting in a powerful reminder of the headache she needs to get rid of.

Mei eyes her peculiar display. “Alright, tell Mei what’s wrong.”

“Seven wants to come over” MC groans.

“So?? That’s great. Shouldn’t you be excited?”

“He wants to bring me something to help my hangover.”

“Aww, and here we all thought he was just crazy. That’s so sweet! I’m still not seeing the issue though unless you don’t actually like him and that was just the drink talking last night?”

“No, no that’s” MC stutters. “That’s not it. It’s just… I look like garbage.” MC replies sitting up again so Mei can see her face, still covered in smudged makeup from the night before.

“Hmm” Mei considers. “High-quality garbage though, like rich people garbage. Ya know?”

“Thanks,” MC replies sarcastically.

“What I mean is, you just gotta clean yourself up a bit and you’ll be fine. Like a million dollar sofa with a stain on it.” Mei says tossing her a bag of makeup wipes, a brush, her foundation and a tube of mascara.

MC wipes her face down, using about 3 wipes to get everything off, and then starts her “low effort” look by pulling her hair into a messy bun with a few loose locks on each side.

Mei ruffles around in MC’s dresser “Annnd you probably want to change.”

MC looks down and realizes she’s still wearing what she borrowed from Mei the night before.  

"How many beige sweaters do you have, Girl?" Mei tosses her a particularly oversized one and a pair of black leggings.

"They're comfy!" MC defends, finally rising herself from her bed to change. "Oh shit. I forgot to answer him!" She adds a second later, frantically pulling her sweater over her head.

"You left that poor boy on read? He probably thinks you hate him now." Mei teases.

"Nooooo!" MC whines fishing her phone out of her covers.

--

Saeyoung leaves class and drives the short distance back to the RFA house, glancing at his phone more frequently than he should. It's been fifteen minutes, she's probably not going to answer. He shouldn't have invited himself over like that.

He walks in the door, no one seems to be home at the moment. He continues up the stairs.

MC (Q-T-π): That would actually be very nice of you, but fair warning I look like a hot mess :/

A sense of relief falls over him, and then excitement and then… nervousness? It's been a while since he's felt that particular emotion.

Saeyoung: I'm sure you look beautiful! :)

Saeyoung: I'll head over as soon and I can get everything together!

MC (Q-T-π): Can't wait :)

He reads her message as he enters his room, flinging his black and yellow backpack onto the small couch and whoops loudly with enthusiasm, jumping up and down in excitement.

"What the fuck?!" Saeran's voice rings out from the other side of the room as he whips around in his desk chair to give his brother one of his trademark glares.

It would seem Seven forgot to check the room for other occupants when he entered. "Oops sorry bro!"

"Yeah, whatever." He says, writing off his brother's little show as one of his typical little displays and going back to his work.

Saeyoung yanks his t-shirt off over his head, and walks over to the shared closet and begins flipping through shirts.  

“Great job with inviting people to the party last night, by the way. A lot of people came out!”

Saeran smirks. “Amazing how many people are willing to go over to a random house because a stranger told them there would be free alcohol.”

“Tell me about it, Jaehee’s totaling the amount now but we should have quite a pretty good amount to donate this time!”

“That’s good, I’ll ask her about it later.” Saeran answers, writing himself a reminder on a post-it and sticking it to his computer screen.

Seven check his teeth in the closet mirror, “We missed you though, where were you last night?” He attempts to pry, knowing his brother is a pretty private person but he hoping maybe he’ll tell him anyway.

“Out” Saeran deadpans, revealing nothing.

“Hmm, ok I won’t bug you about but just be careful ok? I’ve been hearing about some weird cult stuff going on around campus.”

Saeran scoffs. “Cults? Seriously? Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”

“Hey, can I borrow this shirt?” Seven asks, holding up a short sleeve, white button-down of Saeran’s. Obviously forgetting his former train of thought.

Saeran tsks in response “Ah, I see you didn’t do your laundry again.”

“I was busy!” Pleeaaasee?” Seven begs.

“Ugh, sure fine whatever, if it even fits you.”

“Thanks! You’re my favorite twin!” Seven shrugs into the shirt it’s a little tight, but manageable.

“That statement makes absolutely no sense, but ok. What are you getting all dressed up for anyway? I haven't seen you make an effort like this since the RFA Christmas Ball.”

“The Defender of Justice, the Mighty Seven-Zero-Seven must deliver much-needed medicine to a pretty lady who has fallen ill!” Seven says dramatically, earning an eye roll from his brother before heading over to the mirror to style his hair the best he can without product. It's still a mess but at least it looks a little neater. He sprays a little cologne on his neck and then checks his breath. “Oof, that’s not gonna work,” He says to himself before looking over at Saeran. “Hey, you got any mints?”

“I always have mints,” Saeran replies tossing him a tin from the generous supply in his desk.

“Bless you, dear brother.” Seven dumps a few in his mouth and cronches on them, making Saeran cringe.

“You’re supposed to let them dissolve ya know.” Saeran grimaces.

“Yea, yea no time gotta go!” Seven turns his backpack upside down and dumps his books and laptop onto the couch before shoving new stuff into his backpack in its place, flinging it onto his back and heading out the door.

Saeran simply rolls his eyes “And don’t fuck up my shirt!” he shouts as he listens to his brother’s footsteps descend the staircase and go out the front door.