#she’s in full shot-calling mode

[chososcamgirl]

(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE CHAPTER FOUR: holy waters

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“Give it up for Miss Ayesha Erotica, everyone!” Yn announced with infectious enthusiasm over the radio waves.

Miwa, sporting vibrant teal hair and an equally vibrant grin, followed up with theatrical flair, “God, I love emo boy!”

Yn shot her a smirk. “Well, I’m pretty sure that’s a sentiment we can all get behind, right?”

Miwa didn’t miss a beat, her excitement bubbling over as she declared, “No Yn, I really, really love emo boys!”, being sure to enunciate the s at the end.

Yn’s face contorts as a picture of Megumi flashes through her mind.“That makes one of us,” Yn quipped, “but I see your point.”

“Seriously, though,” Miwa said, barely containing her glee, “today is shaping up to be amazing!”

Yn arched an eyebrow skeptically. “Oh? Do tell.”

Miwa’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she revealed, “Because Tridant has graced us with 10 free tickets to their show this Saturday, and we’re giving them away!”

Yn’s face twisted into a mix of dread and disbelief, her jaw nearly hitting the studio floor. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered into the mic, trying to cover her panic with a forced grin. “Trident? You know I’d rather listen to nails on a chalkboard.”

Miwa’s eyes widened in playful astonishment. “Huh, since when did you become such a critic?”

Yn leaned over and mouthed, “Just roll with it.”

Miwa nodded, her grin widening. “I know, but that’s exactly why this is going to be hilarious. We’re going to make someone’s day—and maybe even get you to enjoy yourself.”

Yn groaned dramatically. “Alright, but if I have to endure this concert, you owe me a full day of Solange on the station.”

Miwa clapped her hands together, her laughter echoing. “Deal! Alright, listeners, if you want a shot at these coveted tickets, call in now and tell us why you’re the ultimate Tridant fan. And don’t forget to shout out how much you adore these emo boys!”

As the phone lines lit up with eager callers, YN slumped back in her chair, torn between dread and reluctant amusement. Despite her best efforts to look disgruntled, she couldn’t help but be drawn in by Miwa’s infectious enthusiasm. And she knew Twitter would have a field day with this one—especially with a certain raven-haired boy likely to make an appearance in the trending topics.

“Megumi, get off your phone! We need to practice otherwise Gojo will be up our asses!” Yuta barked, his voice cutting through the cluttered practice room like a drill sergeant.

The space was strewn with old gear, tangled cables, and random junk, making it look like a tornado had hit a music store. Yuta, already in dad mode, stormed out, his footsteps echoing off the mismatched walls as he went in search of something crucial.

“Yeah, but Toge’s on his phone too,” Megumi shot back, his fingers still scrolling through his screen, barely lifting his gaze.

“Yeah, but nobody gives a fuck about him,” Yuji interjected from the corner of the room, where he was perched on a drum stool, grinning like he’d just won a prize.

“Suck my dick ,” Toge retorted, his white hair bouncing as he turned, looking genuinely miffed.

Megumi rolled his eyes with exaggerated drama, reluctantly shoving his phone into his back pocket. He could feel the buzzing vibrations through his jeans and couldn’t help but smirk, taking a twisted pleasure in the fact that he was managing to irk you.

“Ugh, Megumi, why are you grinning like that? A jumpscare warning would’ve been nice,” Toge commented, half-annoyed, half-amused, from his spot by the amp.

“Go fuck yourself,” Megumi snapped back, his smugness evaporating into a gruff irritation.

Did he really find joy in annoying you? Megumi mused, a hint of doubt creeping in.

“Hey, Megumi, you seem unusually cheerful today,” Yuta announced as he reentered, clutching whatever he’d gone to fetch with an air of importance.

“See? Even Yuta’s noticed,” Toge snarked, his eyes glittering with mischief.

“So what’s up, big guy?” Yuji asked, his grin widening as he strolled over, clearly enjoying the chaos.

“Did you finally get your dick sucked or something?” Toge blurted out, his tone blunt and unapologetic.

“Why would that make me happy?” Megumi shot back, genuinely confused.

“Because everyone can tell when you’re sex-deprived,” Toge replied matter-of-factly, adding with a laugh, “Plus the horny slash hate subtweets you’ve been posting do nothing for your case.”

“I’m not sex-deprived,” Megumi insisted, his face turning a shade of crimson.

“MY BOY!” Yuji cheered, rushing in for a celebratory dap.

“Not like that,” Megumi murmured, his cheeks burning as the room erupted in laughter, the awkwardness of the situation making it clear that maybe he should have kept his phone in his pocket.

“Alright, let’s get down to business. We need to nail this new song for our upcoming gig,” Yuta finally says as the laughter dies down, holding a stack of sheet music with an air of importance.

“Finally!” Yuji cheered, bouncing on his drum stool.

“Yeah, yeah,” Toge muttered, putting his phone away and grabbing the microphone. “Let’s see what this new song’s all about.”

Yuta handed out the lyric sheets and nodded at the band. “This one’s a bit different—more upbeat. I want to hear energy and precision. Let’s start with the intro and build from there.”

extras!

• the band in sjap is called triDANT not triDENT bc the group collectively came up with the name together but toge was the one entrusted (first mistake) who had to write it down for copyright purposes etc paper work ete anyways this man CANNOT spell so that's why it's with an A instead of an E lol

• yes the group definitely clowned him for it but they couldn't change it so it stuck and they ran with it

• toge did go to the gym but he snuck in when yuji went and they definitely blasted him on their social media page and stuck his face on the wall of shame😭

• the tickets sold out COMPLETLY and yn lowkey wanted one for herself…

• definitely did not smile to herself when panda told them he scored her tickets thanks to toge..

• dramatic ass

• megumi has convinced himself he only texts yn to piss herself and nothing more than that

• i aspire to be at his level of delusion

• yn, panda and nobara all went to whole foods and asked if they had any close to expire tomato’s at the back (they did)

• they went home with 2 crates full of the most saggiest wettest tomato’s in existence

• hope u guys enjoyed the week overdue chap :3

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[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Too sweaty🌡🫂

Ona Batlle x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

(my first language isn't english nor spanish, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Summary :

You refuse to hug your girlfriend after a match because she's too sweaty. With the help of her team, she will do everything and anything to get that hug.

The final whistle blew, the sound of roaring cheers erupted across the stadium as FC Barcelona Femení secured yet another victory. The players on the field embraced, exchanging high-fives and grins as the crowd celebrated their hard-earned win. You stood in the stands, clapping and cheering, Ona had been relentless on the pitch today, showing why she was one of the best defenders in the world.

Ona spotted you almost instantly. Her eyes lit up, and with that characteristic grin of hers, she jogged over, arms wide open for the post-game hug she always demanded. You smiled, knowing exactly what was coming next, but as she got closer, you could see just how sweaty she was. Her hair clung to her forehead, her jersey was soaked through, and her skin glistened with sweat. You loved her to pieces, but there was no denying that Ona in full post-match mode was a sweaty mess.

- ¡Cariño! (Love !)

Ona called out, still grinning as she reached the edge of the stands, arms stretched wide.

- Come here!

You took a step back, hands raised in defence, laughing nervously.

- Ona, you’re—

You gestured up and down at her completely drenched form.

- —you’re a little too sweaty for that.

Ona stopped, her grin turning into a dramatic pout as she dropped her arms.

- ¿En serio? After this great match ? You’re really not going to hug me ? (Oh really?)

You shook your head, laughing.

- I love you, but I draw the line at drenched hugs. You look like you just went swimming in your kit!

Ona groaned, shaking her head in exaggerated frustration, though her eyes were still sparkling with amusement.

- It’s just a little sweat, cariño. You’ve seen me worse. (love)

- Yeah, but I didn’t have to hug you then either.

You shot back, grinning. She rolled her eyes but didn’t let up.

- Fine. No hug for now

You smirked, leaning down a little closer.

- Once you’re clean, you can have all the hugs you want.

Ona stared at you for a moment, pretending to be annoyed, but then she leaned in suddenly and gave you a quick, mischievous kiss on the cheek, pressing her sweat-covered face against yours just enough to make you recoil slightly.

- Ew, Ona!

You exclaimed, wiping at your cheek with an exaggerated grimace, but your laughter betrayed you.

- That’s payback

Ona said with a wink before jogging back to her teammates, leaving you shaking your head and laughing as you watched her retreat.

The players had started celebrating in full force, and you could see Ona being pulled into hugs. Their joy was infectious. You sighed as you watched the love of your life soaking in the victory with her team. It didn’t take long for the other girls to notice the slight pout on your girlfriends face. Alexia, having seen the scene, sidled up to Ona, raising an eyebrow as she nudged her friend.

- Entonces, ¿no te da ningún abrazo tu novia después del partido? (So, no post-game hug from your girlfriend?)

Alexia teased, her voice loud enough for you to hear. Ona groaned, but a smile crept onto her face.

- No, al parecer sudaba demasiado. (Nope. Too sweaty, apparently.)

Alexia grinned, clearly finding it hilarious.

- No puedo culparla, honestamente. (Can’t blame her, honestly)

- Pero no me rendiré. (But I’m not giving up)

Ona said determinedly, casting a glance back at you, where you stood watching them from the sidelines, waving innocently. Alexia raised her eyebrows, a mischievous glint in her eye as she quickly whispered something to the other players. You couldn’t hear what she said, but a few of them turned to look at you with knowing grins.

Before you had a chance to react, the entire team started jogging in your direction, their expressions filled with a playful determination. Your eyes widened, and you instinctively took a step back.

- Oh no, no, no,

You muttered, shaking your head as they closed in. Ona was at the front of the pack, her grin widening as she saw your reaction.

- You shouldn’t have refused the hug, cariño.

She teased, her teammates fanning out behind her like a wall of sweaty determination.

- You’re all sweaty!

You protested, starting to back up further as the group approached.

- This isn’t fair !

Alexia, laughing, called out,

- We just want to help Ona get her hug !

Before you knew it, you were surrounded by the entire Barça squad, and any chance of escape vanished. In a whirlwind of laughter and playful jostling, they scooped you up, passing you straight into Ona’s waiting arms. Ona, grinning victoriously, pulled you into a tight hug, ignoring your protests as she pressed her sweaty body against yours. You squirmed, but it was no use. The team had made sure you weren’t going anywhere.

- Gotcha

Ona whispered, her face close to yours, her eyes full of affection despite the playful scene. You sighed in defeat, trying to suppress your laughter as you rested your head against her shoulder.

- Okay, okay. You win. But you’re still really sweaty.

- I’ll take it

She replied with a laugh, kissing your cheek again. The team cheered and clapped, clearly amused by the whole spectacle. You couldn’t help but laugh too, the warmth of the moment washing over you despite being covered in your girlfriend’s post-game sweat.

As the players finally dispersed and Ona loosened her grip on you, you looked up at her with a smirk.

- Next time, maybe I’ll bring a towel.

Ona grinned, her eyes twinkling.

- Or you could just hug me straight after every game, no matter what.

You pretended to think about it.

- Hmm... no promises.

She laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you walked off together.

- You’ll come around eventually.

And as you walked side by side, with the stadium lights dimming and the echoes of the crowd still ringing in your ears, you knew that sweaty hugs or not, you wouldn’t trade these moments with her for anything in the world.

[mysunshinetemptress]

In The Moonlight

Leah Williamson x singer!reader warnings: None except shitty writing, fluff

A grin stretched across your face, wide enough to rival the jet lag currently waging war in your head. Two world tours back to back had been a whirlwind, exhilarating and exhausting in equal measure, Social media detox was the doctor's orders, a chance to reconnect with the real world however it was about to get a small pause with the absurdity of the TikTok trend.

Here you were, the hottest pop star on the planet, about to participate in a goofy social media challenge inspired by a goofy song from a sitcom.

You had stumbled upon a hilarious trend, people were reenacting the iconic scene from Modern Family where Dylan serenades Haley with his...interestingly phrased song, "In the Moonlight (Do Me)," and passing it off as their own in front of their family and friends. Laughter bubbled up in your chest as you watched one particularly enthusiastic boy singing the suggestive lyrics much to his parent's disgust and surprise.

"Right," you declared, voice thick with amusement, as you spoke into the phone"I'm breaking my social media blackout for this because I can't help but take part in this trend."

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you grabbed your phone heading to the living room where Leah and a few of your family and friends have gathered for the barbecue. "hey guys can I have your attention for a quick second, please..I know I'm supposed to be on a break but, I can't get this new song out of my head and I need your opinion on it, I actually think it might work for a single."

A collective groan went up from the assembled group. They knew your "work" mode well, and it usually involved long nights in the studio, not impromptu living room performances. But Leah, ever the supportive girlfriend, flashed a smile.

"Alright, Elvis," she said, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Hit us with this 'new song.'"

Taking a dramatic breath, you check the tuning of your guitar, "It's eh, well you all know who it's about, the same person as all my other songs..it's called In the Moonlight"

The first strum of your guitar sent a hush over the room. They expected the usual pop magic, the infectious energy that had propelled you to superstardom. Instead, your voice crooned out the opening lines of Dylan's "song" with a hilariously exaggerated earnestness.

"The stars are falling from the sky, and you're the reason why. The moon is shining on your face, and I think it's found its place."

Laughter erupted as you finished the first verse, shattering the stunned silence. Your face turned crimson, but you held your pose, trying to maintain a serious expression as you began the chorus.

"Cause maybe, baby, I just want to do you, do you, do you want to do me, do me, underneath the moonlight, moonlight."

Your friends began to laugh silently as Leah's parents and your parents looked on horrified.

"And now we're hiding in my car, I let you see my scars, escape the dark for just one night, your heart makes me explode with light."

Leah snorted, trying to stifle a laugh. Your family exchanged bewildered glances.

"Baby, maybe, Maybe I will steal you, steal you just so I can feel you, feel you, maybe that will heal you, heal you on the inside."

The last note of your "song" died down, replaced by the deafening sound of crickets...or at least, it felt that way. Your family and friends stared at you, mouths agape, the only sound a choked cough from Leah's dad.

The tension broke as Leah doubled over, tears streaming down her face. "Oh my god," she gasped between laughs, "that was amazing! You had them fooled for a good minute there!"

Slowly, the rest of the room caught on. Laughter erupted, first in hesitant chuckles, then in full-blown roars. Even Leah's parents faces still flushed with surprise, couldn't help but crack a smile.

Your parents, still trying to process the experience, shot you a look that mingled amusement with a hint of disapproval. "Honey," your mom began cautiously, "that wasn't exactly...subtle, was it?"

You grinned sheepishly. "Maybe not," you admitted. "But you gotta admit, the reactions were priceless!"

Leah walked over, shaking her head and trying to hide a smile. "You're a menace," she said, giving you a playful shove.

You posted the video a short while later breaking the internet once again. The next morning, your phone was buzzing with notifications. Fans everywhere were recreating your video. You were trending again only this time not because of your tour.

Leah smiled hugging you from behind the next morning "You know I love you and all the wonderful songs you write about me, us, our relationship, but please promise me you will never write anything like that."

Leah smiled hugging you from behind the next morning "You know I love you and all the wonderful songs you write about me, us, and our relationship, but please promise me you will never write anything like that." You laughed turning in her arms "I love you too much to write a song just about your body and my wants for it, no I'll write about you, your soul and sometimes when I feel extra fruity then I'll write about your body and my wants for it no my needs for it."

Leah pulled you in closer kissing you softly "And I'll be your number one listener."

[pianokantzart]

YES! GOOD! I’m going to just going to analyze the whole dinner scene, because it’s one of my favorite parts of the movie. 

Mario and Luigi walk in, and immediately the whole room lights up to greet them. Despite everything that follows, one thing is clear: The Mario Brothers are happy to see their family, and the family is happy to see them. 

The whole family confirms that they watched their commercial. Everyone except their mom insists the commercial was a bad idea, but the fact that they all watched it speaks to the fact that there is no indifference regarding Mario and Luigi’s dream. They’re eager to see where this endeavor leads, even if they think it’s going to end in failure. 

The moment Mario and Luigi sit down at the table, their uncles begin laying into them like it’s open season on financially struggling plumbers. Just full blown, no-holds-barred roast mode on their nephews.

Mario is on the defensive, but he doesn’t get angry, he’s just trying to argue his side. Clearly this is typical behavior for Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur. They’re loud, overly honest, and obnoxiously confident in their opinions. Uncle Arthur, thankfully, has his wife to keep him in check. Uncle Tony, however, who is seated next to poor Luigi, is an absolute menace.

Luigi ignores all the teasing. He is only interested in getting food, but this is not an easy task. Tony’s verbal arguments are all directed at Mario, but Luigi is the one who gets prodded and shoved around, and that makes getting dinner next to impossible.

Luigi attempts to serve himself salad, attempts to ask for a roll, attempts to eat the mushrooms being put on his plate, and at every turn he’s either pushed away or talked over. He is clearly very soft spoken compared to the other men in his family, and never quite had the strength to stand up for himself... after all, everyone means well, they just lack self awareness. It isn’t worth the fight. 

Thankfully, Luigi’s mom comes to the rescue, and puts a bowl of soup in front of her boy. She’s the queen of the caretaker role, making sure all the loose ends are tied up and that everybody eats.

But on the flip side, it’s interesting to note that once the uncles start tearing into Mario, Mario’s Dad serves him up a plate of food. He may have just been serving the person next to him because that was the polite thing to do, but I have a theory...

I think that this wasn’t the first night that Mario and his uncles went at each other. I think Mario’s Dad read the room, and figured that if Mario was going to spend dinner playing defense, he should at least remember to eat while doing so.

It also speaks volumes that Mario’s Dad doesn’t voice his disapproval until Mario asks for his opinion. Before then he avoids the subject and lets everyone else do the talking, but so long as he’s being questioned directly, he can’t help but be honest.

“I think... you’re nuts. You don’t quit a steady job for some crazy dream.” This sounds like a voice of experience. Mario’s Dad has the figure of someone who has worked physical labor for a good portion of his life (look the size of those arms). He may have had dreams of his own when he was younger, but he had a wife and kids to worry about, and family took priority. 

Speaking of family taking priority: “... and the worst part? You’re bringing your brother down with you.” That settles it. The conversation has gone from a casual roast session to dead serious. The entire room falls quiet as Mario puts down his fork and storms off. 

“What’d I say?” Everybody at the table (except the niece, she’s long since checked out) gives Mario’s Dad different versions of the look™. Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur have the same “Jesus Christ bro, you didn’t have to go there” expression, and Luigi just looks hurt on Mario’s behalf. His Dad, however, is just confused.  

He didn’t get the gravity of what he said. His relationship with his own brothers– loudmouthed schmucks who call their own shots – is completely alien to what Luigi and Mario have. He probably knows Mario is protective of Luigi, but he doesn’t realize the depth of responsibility Mario feels for him. Anyone can see that Luigi is loyal to his brother, but Mario alone knows how loyal he is, and the implication that he’s betraying that loyalty is intensely painful. 

I doubt Uncle Arthur and Uncle Tony truly relate to Mario and Luigi’s relationship either, but they’ve probably teased Mario enough to understand one thing: bringing Luigi into it is a line you do not cross.

Conclusion:

There is a lot of love in the Mario family.

Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur are definitely the most insufferable of the bunch, but there is no malice in their teasing. While they are brash and overbearing, it’s all in good fun, and they get visibly uncomfortable when things go too far and someone actually ends up hurt. 

Luigi seems to take after his mother; kind, nonconfrontational, and happily invested in a supporting role. While his Mom cares for and assists the family, Luigi cares for and assists his brother, both emotionally and in his business ventures.

Mario, in the meantime, takes after his Dad, who appears to be the oldest of the three brothers. He doesn’t always think before speaking, but he isn’t constantly running his mouth like Arthur or Tony, and acts with the gravity of someone who bears a lot of responsibility. He doesn’t quite “get” his sons, but he knows enough to see that Luigi follows his brother everywhere, and Mario does not always think before jumping into things. Despite what Mario may believe, his Dad doesn’t see him as a “joke” so much as he sees him as an impulsive young man who doesn’t grasp the consequences of his actions. But Mario does understand the consequences of his actions, he just dreams big, and... thanks to Luigi... actually has the support he needs to pursue those dreams. 

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

The Lentil & The Blueberry (The Surprise, Part 2)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, NSFW, sex, fingering, mention of vomiting (for my emetophobia babies), established relationship, fluffity fluff, worried Emily has my whole heart Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Weeks six and seven of your pregnancy are underway, and you are struggling. But maybe not as much as your wife? Wildly overprotective Emily will do anything to help you feel better during your pregnancy. And I mean anything. 😉

Week 6: The Lentil

Emily had known about the baby for less than 12 hours, and she’d already gone into full Overprotective Dad™ mode. You’d slept in the morning after telling her, jerking awake to find Emily towering over you, watching with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Jesus, Emily!” you exclaimed, stretching. “You scared me!” You glanced at the clock. “Don’t you have to be at work?”

Emily continued staring, a look of deep concern on her face. “I really don’t want to leave you here like this.”

For a brief moment, you forgot you were pregnant. You scoffed. “I’ve had jet lag before, babe. I think I’ll be okay.”

“No! Pregnant.” She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly running her hands through your hair as you moved to rest your head on her lap.

“I’m fine, Em,” you assured her. “I’m a little tired and sore, but that’s probably just from moving.”

“Maybe I should call and tell them I can’t make it in today…” She was speaking more to herself than to you.

Your voice was stern, decisive. “You can’t take off work for nine months just to sit around and watch me be pregnant. Even if you could, I’d rather you take the nine months after the baby’s born.”

She sighed deeply, looking down at you as if she was making the hardest decision of her life.

“You promise to call me if you need anything?” she asked.

“Promise.”

She gently placed your head back on the pillow, then knelt down in front of the bed so her eyes were level with yours.

“Please don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone,” she whispered. You could tell she was trying to lighten the mood, to make herself feel better about going to work, but she was too worried about you for it to sound anything other than terrified and pitiful.

“Like what?”

“Ladders, lifting things, falling in the shower...”

“Well, I wouldn’t fall in the shower on purpose,” you argued.

“Just…” She leaned forward and kissed you so gently, so softly, running her thumb slowly along your brow bone. “Be careful. Be safe.” She stood, then leaned down to kiss you on the head one more time.

“I love you,” she said, then lifted up your shirt to kiss your stomach. “And I love you.” She shot you one last desperate, anxious look before leaving.

“Promise you’ll call?”

“Go, Emily.” You shooed her out of the room, laughing. Who would’ve guessed that managing your wife might be the hardest part of being pregnant?

Week 7: The Blueberry (18+)

You leaned back into Emily as the warm water swirled around you, the sound of the jets and the movement of the water soothing your aching body. Morning sickness had started in full force, and your abs were sore from mornings spent heaving over the toilet. Your head was killing you most of the time, and you were constantly bloated. All in all, the first trimester was kicking your ass.

Emily kissed your shoulder, pressing her face next to yours and wrapping her arms around you to gently cup your breasts, mindful of the pain you’d been experiencing.

You sighed contentedly as she ran a thumb lightly over your swollen nipple.

“Better?” she asked.

“Mmhm,” you nodded, eyes closed. When Emily had called this afternoon to check on you, you’d told her how gross you felt from puking all morning, how sore your body was. She’d stopped at Bath & Body Works on the way home to buy every single kind of bath bomb they sold, just to be sure you’d have a fragrance that didn’t make you feel sick. She’d brought Epsom salts and fancy body butters and a new candle because the one you usually had in the bathroom smelled like coffee, and coffee triggered your gag reflex right now. She’d come determined to do whatever it took to help you feel better.

“And to think you said paying more for an apartment with a fancy jacuzzi bathroom was, and I quote, fucking dumb.”

“I take it all back,” you said, whining softly and involuntarily pushing your hips forward as Emily continued circling your nipples, her touch light as a feather.

“Honey,” Emily breathed behind you. “You can say no, but…” Her breath was hot against your ear. “Can I touch you?”

Your body wanted it, but your mind was struggling. “I don’t know, Em…”

Emily gently turned your body around so she could look in your eyes, her thumbs running back and forth along your hands. She leaned close, placing a hand gently on your cheek.

“It’s okay if you really don’t want to, but..” She watched you squirm a bit under the water. “It feels like you do. Can you tell me what’s going on in your head?”

You avoided her eyes, following a stream of bubbles as it made its way around the tub. “I don’t feel very pretty…” you mumbled, looking away.

“What?” she said, and you couldn’t tell if she hadn’t heard you or if she couldn’t believe what you’d said.

“I don’t feel very pretty. I feel gross.”

“Y/N.” Her voice was heavy with love and care and you felt a little like crying, not because you were sad, but because she loved you so much it was overwhelming in your current hormonal state.

Emily pulled you onto her lap and wrapped her arms around your body, pressing kisses into your face and neck. “You are so pretty. What are you talking about?”

“I’m pukey and bloated and my hair is greasy because I’m too tired to shower,” you confessed, resting your head on her shoulder. “I feel disgusting.”

“Baby,” she said, chastising you and gently guiding your face so you had to look at her. “You’re beautiful. You’re growing a whole human right now. You’re incredible. You have never been more beautiful to me.”

Almost unconsciously, you started to grind your hips into Emily’s, your breath coming fast, rhythmic. You sighed, wrapping your arms tightly around her neck.

Emily grinned. The words were working! She left a trail of kisses along your shoulder, placing her hands on your hips to guide you.

“You are stunning, Y/N. You’re growing eyes for our baby this week, did you know that?" She thought for a moment, morbid curiosity getting the better of her. "I wonder what it looks like in there…”

You stopped abruptly, as if a record had been scratched. “Not sexy, Emily. I don’t want you thinking about what the inside of my uterus looks like.”

“Sorry,” she replied sheepishly, an embarrassed smile playing on her lips. You pressed your hands to the side of her face and kissed her, your body hungry for hers for the first time since you’d returned from London. You couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get close enough.

“Emily,” you said breathlessly, pulling away to look at her. She was nearly as out of breath as you were–and significantly more flushed. “Touch me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Please.”

You whimpered as Emily’s thumb brushed over your clit, the warm water soft and comforting around you. She rubbed slow, indulgent circles, sensitive to your sensitivity, and your hips rose to meet her each time, even as exhausted as you were.

She kissed you deeply, passionately, her tongue desperate and gentle as it roamed your mouth, your neck. You moaned into her as she slipped two fingers inside of you, your body pulsing urgently around her. She kept her hand still for the most part, letting you control how hard, how fast, how deep.

As your breath grew ragged and your body clenched, surging against Emily’s, she moaned into your mouth, pressing into you. “Oh, god,” you breathed, Emily’s sounds nearly driving you over the edge.

“Come on, baby,” she begged, gasping. “Come for me.”

You drove your hips into Emily as your body convulsed, whimpering while your orgasm washed over you like a waterfall of static electricity. She fucked you through it, only removing her fingers when your breath started to calm and you fell against her, spent.

“Feel better?” she asked, kissing the side of your head, and pushing a string of wet hair out of your face.

You nodded, still too out of breath to speak.

You dragged yourself into a sitting position a few minutes later. “Here,” you said, clearly exhausted. “Let me do you.”

“It’s okay,” Emily told you, grinning.

“I can,” you insisted, pulling her toward you for a kiss.

“No, Y/N,” she said, laughing a bit as she pulled away. “I’m good. As in, I already came.”

“What!?” You giggled, blushing a bit. “Jesus Christ, Em! You were horny as fuck.”

She blushed and kissed you again, then poured some shampoo into her hand and grabbed your head playfully. You sighed happily as she massaged it into your scalp.

“I can’t help it,” she shrugged. “Look at you. Your boobs are fucking huge right now.”

“Well, don’t get used to it.”

Emily stared at you for a minute. Your soapy head. Your arms crossed defiantly over your chest. The slight pouch in your stomach that she knew would grow into her child. The way your eyes shone, holding so much love, so much purity of spirit and heart. What had she done to deserve you? She felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes, and she used her thumb to wipe them away.

“Are you crying?!” you asked, leaning forward to take her hand in yours.

“I just love you so much,” she said, her voice heavy with emotion.

“Oh, god,” you complained, sniffling yourself. You had a hair trigger for crying these days. “If you cry I’m gonna cry.”

She exhaled firmly. “I’m pulling it together, don’t worry.”

“I love you, too,” you said quickly before dunking your head under the water to get rid of the suds. And because if you thought about it too much, you'd start sobbing and god knows when you'd stop.

You popped back up, flipping your hair over so you looked like a founding father. Emily laughed, and all was right in the world.

[skipper1331]

Who will win? // Merle Frohms

a/n: based off this request!

"Hi" the voice of your girlfriend came whispered through the phone.

"Hey" you mumbled in responds, eyes already heavy after the exhausting day you’ve had. For awhile, no words were exchanged, only soft breathing could be heard. Merle was the one who broke the silence, her voice shaky, "will we be okay?" she asked, fearing your answer.

Tomorrow, Arsenal would face Wolfsburg in a sold out Emirates Stadium - a match that would decide which team would make it to the Champions League final as it was 2-2 on aggregate.

In an instant, you replied, "yes, of course."

Your mind had also been consumed by that thought. Would Merle be mad at you if you won? No matter who wins, what consequences will be there? What if you loose?

"Promise me?"

"I promise"

"Okay" she sighed in relief, "I love you" your cheeks turned hot, her words so full of honesty as the butterflies in your stomach went crazy.

"I love you too" you replied sheepishly, suddenly wide awake.

The keeper and you had met through mutual friends on a holiday trip, your chemistry magical since the very first moment. Yet at first, Merle was shy and reserved towards you, you were the only one she didn‘t know - well, she did know you as you were one of Arsenals greatest defenders but she didn’t know know you yet but that side was gone not even two hours later, the two of you engaged in conversation after conversation. It seemed like your friends weren‘t existing anymore as Merle only had eyes for you and vice versa.

After your trip, Merle couldn’t stop thinking about you, so she texted you, wanting to know if you arrived in London safely. It was just an excuse, although she actually wanted to know if you made it some safely, only she was hoping for another conversation with you in return - maybe one that didn‘t stop. Her prayers had been heard - you started texting nonstop. Soon texts started to turn into calls and your 'friendship' blossomed.

In the winter holidays, you visited Merle, the moment your friendship turned into more as she had kissed you under the mistletoe.

Now, two years later, your relationship was going strong.

-

The two of you continued the phone call for a bit before yet another yawn let your mouth, "my love, it‘s getting late. I‘ll see you tomorrow" the german whispered.

You hummed, eyes already shut as you heard the final "I love you" of the night. With that you drifted off to sleep, thinking about the blonde.

The next day rolled by earlier than you wanted to. You were excited, the emirates was sold out, playing an important match on home soil - you couldn’t be more excited yet you were so scared. What would happen? Your mind was not only occupied with the question what happens between Merle and you but will someone get injured? You feared that every time you stepped on the pitch.

You didn‘t see your girlfriend until the lineups in the tunnel, the girl looking good in her kit.

You shot her a quick smile which she returned with a nod - when Merle was in her game mode, in the zone, nobody could distract her. This match was just as important to her as it was to you. Nobody was allowed to make a mistake otherwise you might loose.

-

Stina opened the score in the 11‘, Jill equalizing in the 41‘ - your former teammate. You knew it was her job to score when she had the opportunity but you weren’t going to lie, it hurt when she did. But also, you were incredibly proud of her - she was your friend after all.

Despite Arsenal and Wolfsburgs chances and effort, the half time score stayed 1-1.

Though that changed when VfL had a corner kick - the one and only Alexandra Popp scoring a header, as usually.

2-1.

You felt frustrated, blaming yourself - should you have been at her side? When you felt a double clap on your back, you were called back to reality. No one was to blame. Popp was an incredible player.

You prayed for an equalizer.

And as if your prayers have been heard, Jen scored with a beauty of a header.

The game continued, Wolfsburgs had their chances as Arsenal had them too. But nothing seemed to work.

After 90+ minutes, the ref blew the whistle.

The score 2-2.

which only meant one thing.

Extra time.

Your nerves were on a high race. What will happen in that extra time? What will not happen? Will there be penalties?

You were, after Kim, the person who took the penalty. Your penalties were always perfectly shot, they always slotted in the goal - the goalie nowhere near. Yet if you had to take a penalty in this game, it would be different.

Merle was in the goal.

Your girlfriend.

The one person who knew you better than anyone.

Huddling together, Jonas gave some strict orders - how to play, how to create space and chances. This wasn’t any club, this was Wolfsburg and they were one of the best german teams - if not the best. You had to be focussed and give 101%.

No mistakes were allowed.

-

You did the biggest mistake.

The teams dream of making it to the final, possibly winning it, was thrown in the bin when Manu passed the ball to you. You don’t know what happened, one second you had the ball and in the next second Jule Brand had it. Despite your effort to get it back, you knew it was too late as she assisted it to Pauline Bremer who slotted it in. Your world seemed to stop spinning.

3-2 in the 119‘

You embarrassed yourself in front of a recorded crowd and because of you the team was about to loose.

-

Nothing mattered anymore.

Arsenal lost.

They lost because you made a mistake - a mistake that decided the game.

Wolfsburg would go to the final in Eindhoven, Arsenal would stay at home. Tears slipped out of your eyes as you covered it up with your jersey while you stood in the middle of the pitch, devastated about the massive loss. Everything fell to deaf ears as you were stuck in your anger and disappointment. You ignored everybody who had approached you until you heard a familiar voice, the voice you loved so deeply.

"Hey" she said.

You didn’t reply.

"You played great" she kept her distance, not knowing if you wanted her to hug you or to leave you alone. She respected either way.

"You‘re glad I fucked up, hm? Secretly, laughing at me"

It took Merle off guard, "what? What are you talking about?" her eyes were wide, brows furrowed.

Indeed, she was happy that her team won but she felt devastated for you, not only because of the loss in general but that you caused it. It will haunt you for a while.

"Oh, don’t act all innocent now! You cannot tell me you didn’t like it, can you? My mistake, Pauline scoring the winning goal… Merle Maschine Frohms, you‘re going to the final. Congratulations" you told her bittersweetly, patting her shoulder before walking away.

The goalkeeper could only watch. Normally, 'Merle Maschine Frohms' was a running gag between the two of you but now it seemed like it was an insult.

"Didn’t go well, I assume?"

-

After the team talk, you fled the scene. You didn’t want to be here anymore. Your expression was stone cold as your jaw was clenched. You went for a quick shower, you couldn’t be bothered to take your time, all you wanted was to go home and watch your comfort movie while eating chocolate or ice cream.

Leaving the stadium felt like a relief, anger and frustration slowly leaving your body as guilt, blame and disappointment made its way up.

You knew what you said to Merle was wrong and that she most likely felt bad for you as you had talked many many times about situations like these - not knowing they would ever happen again.

After the euros final, the topics about winning and losing have been brought up and talked through, even though nervousness and anxiety filled both of your bodies nights before those matches.

You didn’t mean to snap at her, your anger just had controlled your body and not your mind.

And right now, you couldn’t see that. All you could see and feel was disappointment.

You disappointed yourself.

You disappointed your team.

You disappointed every fan in the stadium.

You disappointed everybody.

-

You fell asleep on the couch, eyes puffy, ice cream melted in the bowl as weird tv shows played. Messages from your family and teammates on your phone - no message from Merle. You felt even more disappointed yet understood due to the circumstances.

She didn’t text you nor did you text her. You didn’t know if you should or even wanted to or if she wanted you to.

The days after the match went by awfully slow and very robotic. For your teammates, it seemed like you didn’t realize the loss yet somehow like you realized the loss too much.

But after a week, when the feeling of missing started to hit, disappointment and guilt fading away step by step, you decided to call Merle. You wanted to make things right. It was Merle after all, the girl: who loved you unconditionally, who kissed your wounds, who believed in you when you couldn’t believe in yourself.

You waited and waited and waited for her to answer until it eventually rang out, she didn’t want to talk to you. Sighing in defeat, you flopped on the couch.

Merle🪄

please call me back

She never responded.

It wasn‘t that she didn’t read it - she did, right after it was sent - yet couldn’t be bothered to answer.

Was this the end?

You checked her instagram - were the pictures with you still up?

They were.

Every time your screen lit up you hoped it would be Merle and each time you got disappointed when you saw that it wasn’t her. What was happening? Why did you have to snap at her?

-

It was two days later when Merle finally decided to call you back. It was in the middle of the night, you were at the verge of falling asleep.

Groggily, you picked up the phone, not even looking at the caller id.

"Hello?"

"Hey"

"Merle" your breath hitched, suddenly wide awake. Nothing mattered anymore, it didn’t matter that it was in the middle of the night or that you had training early in the morning. All you cared about was saving your relationship.

Silence held the line until a small whisper came, "you‘ve hurt me-"

"I know"

"Well, you didn’t insult me but I don’t know, snapping at me? I just wanted to comfort you. You promised me-"

"I promised you we would be okay"

"And we are not"

"I want us to be"

The silence that followed was deafening, you felt like this was the moment.

She will break up with me

"Merle?"

silence.

"I‘m sorry, I really am. I didn’t mean to snap at you, everything just came crashing down on me and I know this is no excuse. I was just- I don’t- I’m sorry"

silence.

"I love you"

You had already lost hope before "I love you too" came. "I don’t know why I got so upset at you, I had no right to, you had lost and I understood your emotions, but all I wanted was to comfort you. I‘m sorry that I didn’t give you some space or respected your boundaries. I want us to be okay, too, I really do."

"You do?" you asked surprised.

"Of course, I’m so in love with you, you can’t even imagine"

The biggest smile started to make its way on your face, cheeks flushing red, skin tingle.

"I‘ve missed you"

"I missed you so much"

All the built up feelings from the last week, washed away. There was no guilt or anger due to your mistake in the match, there was no sadness and sulking anymore - all there was, was love and happiness.

The two of you started one of your endless conversations, updating what had happened the last days or upcoming events - Merle purposely avoiding the uwcl final. She wanted you there more than anything but now wasn‘t the right time to bring it up.

The next weeks went by fast, you were back to your usual persona, socializing and cracking jokes as you slowly but surely learned to accept that mistakes happen.

Only one and a half weeks left before the final, the goalkeeper decided to bring it up because she really wanted to see you in the stands as her supporter.

Not thinking about her words, she blurted it out while you were in the middle of your sentence, "i want you to be at the final" she said, the kitchen in her flat suddenly super interesting. What felt like an eternity for her was in fact only a few seconds, your answer so supportive and loving, "yes, of course. Leah, Lia and I already have tickets and our flights are booked"

Your girlfriend stayed silent for a moment, "I was afraid you didn’t want to come" she admitted, cheeks turning red out of embarrassment.

"What? Why? I always want to see you play!" you beamed, "you’re in the champions league final, baby!" You pushed the little sting in your heart away, fully focused on Merle. If you couldn’t win the trophy, none other than your girlfriend should win it. You were her number one fan. So, as soon as things were made up with her - you weren’t sure if she wanted you there when things were complicated between the two of you - you texted in the group chat with Leah and Lia that you‘d join them.

"I thought maybe- I don’t know"

"No, baby. I always want to watch you play, always. And I’m so proud of you, you will win that trophy" you exclaimed, your index finger subconsciously drawing hearts on the couch.

"I love you"

The goalkeeper felt so relieved. With you being in the stands there couldn’t go anything wrong. She would not only try to win that trophy but to impress you.

-

"Stop being so jittery" the England captain stated as she rested her hand firmly on your knee to stop it from wobbling.

Already on the way to the stadium you couldn’t shut up about seeing Merle and her team, the atmosphere, FC Barcelona and so on. Somehow you were starstruck and so excited.

"Look! There’s Merle!" you cut the LW‘s off in their conversation, tapping Lia‘s thigh rapidly.

"Yes, we can see her" she chuckled, your eyes shining with hearts. "Isn’t she so pretty" you admired. She looked so stunning in her kit. "You‘re drooling" Leah chipped in, laughing at you when your hand flew to your mouth, checking if there was drool - there wasn‘t.

-

"LET‘S GO!!!" you yelled when Ewa Pajor scored the opening goal in the 3rd minute. Green shirts everywhere in the stadium, cheering for their team as they went in the lead. Lia and Leah watched you with an amused look while they held their facial expressions neutral about the game.

"YES!!!" you cheered even louder when the second goal came flying in from Alex Popp - that women an absolute legend with her incredible headers.

The first half Wolfsburg played phenomenally as they created chances, defended and got two goals.

Yet when the second half started everything went downhill. About 5 minutes into the game Patri equalized. The stadium started to roar, the Wolfsburg players looking helpless.

Though, you had to admit that it was brilliantly played from Barcelona, even though you felt bad for Merle as she conceded two goals within two minutes.

Every minute that went by from then on, the game got more intense and physically. Fouls and cards were called out, every player on the pitch wanting to win.

When Rolfö scored in the 70th, you slumped back in your chair, grumbling about the game. How was Merle supposed to save that? She stood no chance!

You had a feeling that it was the last goal you would see off the game. And it was confirmed around 30+ mins later when the referee blew her whistle.

Devastated, you watched as the players in green collapsed on the floor, all of them crying or at least with tears in their eyes yet your eyes glued on the goalkeeper in blue. She must feel horrible - a feeling you knew better than anyone.

In all honesty, Merle wasn‘t to blame for the loss and neither were her teammates - their performance was great, just not enough in the end.

Like in trance, the german international made her way over to you - she needed your comfort. She needed your hugs, your touch and your love. She just needed you.

"Hey" she mumbled as she stood in front of you, her teammates also near her as you sat in the family and friends section.

"Come here" you opened your arms, the girl hugging you as if her life deepened on it, sobbing in the crook of your neck. You hand cradled her head while the other one rubbed her back in a calming and gentle manner. "I‘m proud of you" you whispered, sweetly kissing her temple before you let cry as long as she needed in your shoulder.

After sweet nothings and a long hug, she stepped back, looking at you with doe eyes, "i‘m sorry I couldn’t win."

Your hands cupped her cheeks as your thumbs wiped away the tears, "I love you" you couldn’t say anything else, it would have been wrong to say 'you played great' even though she was blaming herself for the loss right now. Instead you stood on your tip toes, pressing your lips against her left cheek, then right cheek before finally her mouth which resulted in a little smile. It was a kiss so gentle and tender, healing and caring, loving and promising. But most importantly - it was your kiss.

So, in the end, sadly, neither of you won the trophy but the comfort you had in each other seemed like a win in a loss.

[mauswyx]

give thomas glasses

Sloan wore them so bad eyes could be genetic or is just something that happens overtime with age or circumstances

Him working in that dark basement is definitely putting a strain on his eyes so that’s not helping

And sewing in the dark! Oml yeah he needs ‘em

Would be in denial 100% it’s going to take a lot of convincing that it’ll improve his way of life and work (that’s what gets him)

Not leaving to go to an optometrist so having to scavenge through victims’ belongings until you find a pair that isn’t broken and the closest prescription (lvl: hard mode)

Doesn’t fuss over the design of the frame so that’s helpful

Is amazed at how much clearer the world is

extremely grateful that you went through all that trouble to help him

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“Mornin’!” You called cheerfully rounding the kitchen corner “Did you- Tommy where are your glasses?”

The large man stopped his descent down the stairs and shuffled awkwardly in his place, embarrassed to have been caught. They had been lost or better flung off in the last round up. It's not like he hadn't tried to look for them! But searching without them. . .proved difficult.

Averting his eyes from your quizzical gaze, he lamely waved his hand around in a general motion with a gruff huff.

“They’re . .around?” You raised an eyebrow “Thomas Brown Hewitt did you lose the glasses I slaved to find?”

He would’ve paled at the sound of his full name being used had it not been for the upturned quirk in your lip. You were just teasing him. Thank god. His shoulders relaxed. Losing the glasses you personally searched for him was one thing. Losing them and having you mad at him was another. He could die somewhat at peace with the former.

Reassured that you did not hate him for his transgression, he gave a small nod

“Well. . .that’s on me,” you sighed making your way up the stairs “I knew I should’ve put one of those chains on it!”

You squeezed past him on the landing, grabbing his hand as you passed and pulling it with you—forcing him to follow back up the stairs. Thomas hung his head and obediently followed without complaint. No longer able to feel embarrassed with his new focus being your hand on his. Leading him past a handful of doors, you stopped in front of your own bedroom.

“Now, we’re not going to make this a habit.” you smiled playfully waving a mock-accusatory finger at him before pushing your way into the room.

Not make coming into your room a habit or not losing his glasses a habit?

He hoped you meant the latter.

Dropping his hand, to his dismay, you made your way to kneel next to the bookshelf that sat snuggly between your bed and adjoined bathroom. Glancing up and noticing he was still in the doorway, you raised your arm to give your bed a pat.

“Come on I don’t bite.”

Thomas hesitated but decided it was probably best to do as you say. He quietly shuffled across your room, watching as you moved objects out of the way attempting to reach something hidden. He tried to sit down as gently as he could but the bed still creaked angrily.

“Yeah she’s a bit noisy, right?” You huffed pulling yourself onto the bed next to him having seemingly found what you were looking for on the bottom shelf. In your lap sat a moderately sized jewelry box. He shot you a questioning glance.

“I didn’t want Jedidiah to come scavenge the frames.” you explained with a shy smile.

You flipped the lid and exposed the gutted interior of the box. Instead of compartments for rings or earrings and such sat a heap of a dozen or so glasses. Thomas leaned over slightly to examine more closely what you had done only to realize you two were sitting shoulder to shoulder, he quickly pulled back and tried to scoot away but the bed, being too small, only gave a small grace of an inch or two between you.

“I figured it might be a good idea to keep whatever intact pairs I could find,” you continued, not seeming to notice his retreat, “just in case something like this happened.”

Thomas stared blankly, not only were you keeping spares for his sake but you were protecting them...for him? You’d secretly done him an act of service that most likely would have gone unnoticed had it not been for this exact scenario. The thought of you keeping him in your thoughts while he wasn't around made his stomach churn and his face flush.

You let out a breathy laugh and picked out a pair, “Well let’s get to work, we don’t have all morning!”

Thomas remembered the previous time you had helped him find a relatively useful pair so the process was not unfamiliar at least. You’d hand him a pair to put on, he’d shake his head if it wasn’t any good, you’d hand him a different pair in response while moving the duds into a pile for Jedediah to make his crafts with, and so on and so forth. Though the process was tedious and repetitive, he could never get used to your hand gently brushing against his or the way you peered up to him eagerly waiting for his response. That was something he was remorseful for, without his glasses he couldn’t see your face as clearly.

“Well this is going exceptionally better than the first time.” you hummed recalling how he had slapped a pair out of your hands at your first attempt to put them on his face or how he accidentally snapped a pair’s temples having forgotten to be gentle with them.

Thomas smiled behind his mask in agreement. Moving to take the current pair off, he froze. You had placed your hand on his masked cheek and slowly turned him to face you so you could place a new pair on him yourself. You let your hand linger on his cheek as you gazed into his eyes. Thomas swore you were bearing your eyes into his very soul and branding his skin, through the mask, with your touch.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, the hand that didn’t hold his cheek in place absentmindedly brushed a strand of hair behind his ear and caused his breath to hitch. If you hadn’t noticed how red he was before, you certainly noticed his heavy breathing and beet red face now.

“Um how’s that?” you coughed out, quickly shoving your hands into your lap and looking everywhere but at him.

Snapping back to the task on hand, Thomas gave a small jump trying to discern whether or not the pair was working. And wait a minute. He could see clearly! Much more clearly than the last pair at that too!

Thomas hummed happily and nodded his head at you.

“Wait really!” You exclaimed, clasping your hands together “Wow what luck you look so handsome in this pair too!”

He let out a choked wheeze and quickly stood to avoid your beaming gaze. Thomas didn't care what anyone else said—you certainly knew how to go in for the kill.

“Ah wait! Let me look for a chain!”

[littlemisslomax]

if (Crush), return NEO;

college!pre-matrix!Neo x fem!Reader ch. 1 - choking on words inspo: @discoscoob 's College Neo Bot!

1993

It was a cool and breezy fall day at MIT; the sun shone, birds chirped, and students were all around the populated campus, getting to class or just meandering about.

Well... All students except for one: Thomas Anderson. A junior at this prestigious school, working towards his bachelor's degree in Computer Sciences and Engineering with a concentration in C++. He sounds very studious, doesn't he? Yeah, you'd think he would be, but here he is, in his campus apartment, fallen asleep at his computer. The chunky keys of the Macintosh II keyboard were imprinted into his face, and the drool dribbled out of his slightly agape mouth dripped down his cheek and all over the spacebar. It's 11:30 a.m. Thomas has a class in 15 minutes that he absolutely can't miss: Central Functions and Application of C++ with Dr. Brazhnikov. Will he wake up? God only knows... he's snoring like a freight train and is out. for. the. COUNT.

Thomas' dreamland is full of hot chicks, sexy all-black futuristic outfits, and being a total badass. Yeah, like that would ever happen. He is sleeping peacefully and soundly, that is, until one of his roommates, Chris, bursts through his door. "Thomas!!" He said frantically, running over and shaking Thomas awake. "Ugh-- Five more minutes..." Thomas whimpered and whined, not even opening his eyes, the keyboard clicking underneath his face as he moved. "Thomas, we'll be late for Dr. B's class!! Get the hell up!" Chris kept shaking him. It took him a minute, but once those words wafted into his foggy and sleepy brain, Thomas shot up from lying over his computer and quickly went into panic mode. He ran over to the dresser and threw on a plain white tee, a pair of black joggers, and some sneakers before Nerd and Nerdier ran out of the apartment to get to their class on the opposite side of campus.

11:43 a.m. -- Thomas and Chris are doing more physical activity in this moment than they've done in years. Sprinting across the quad, passing student organization tables, groups of friends socializing, and even a couple campus tours. Poor Tommy's heart is beating against his ribcage like a washboard. Sure, he was slim and lean, but he was by no means a runner; but that's not all that has him this way. What's mostly on his mind right now is you. That girl in his class that-- somehow by the grace of God himself-- was assigned by Dr. B to sit next to Neo. She always gave him the jitters, and he never could find the words he wanted to say to her. He wondered if she was in class already, they obviously can't just barge in and make fools of themselves. With a minute to spare, the boys caught their breath outside of the lecture hall and quietly entered to find their respective seats. A frown immediately donned Thomas' face when he realized that his crush... wasn't there today. Although there was a bit of relief that he didn't have to be nervous around her, he was disappointed that he wasn't going to get to look at her beautiful hair, smell her jasmine vanilla perfume, or see her curves in those hot outfits she wears... Anyways, the clock strikes 11:45 and Dr. Brazhnikov goes to close the door. Just as he grabs the knob to shut it, the sound of platformed Dr. Martens boots can be heard thudding against the tiled floor of the corridor. The older man paused upon hearing the sound and looked out the door. "WAIT! Dr. B, please wait!!" You called out desperately. Suddenly, Thomas' ears perked up at the silky sound of your voice, the once-disappointed butterflies now gaining a second wind as he looked attentively at the entrance of the lecture hall. He sat there, his big brown eyes watching as you entered, looking at you like a lost puppy looks at his owner. God, he was so smitten with you. Too bad he's just... kind of a loser. "You're late.." Dr. Brazhnikov said, crossing his arms and looking you up and down. Your only response was to just chuckle and rub the back of your neck as you headed to your seat. "Sorry, Dr. B, it won't happen again..." As you sit down to fling your backpack off your shoulder, your arm grazes Thomas' and he genuinely shivered a bit. His ears turned pink and he quickly looked away, covering the side of his face with his hand. But you paid him no mind; after all, he was just a nerdy guy in a sea of nerdy guys. You were one of maybe five girls in the entirety of the CompSci C++ concentration, and maybe 13 in the whole major, so all the guys just kinda blend into one big amalgam of nerd and geek after a while. Dr. B started class as usual before discussing the midterm project that was due next week: everyone was to turn in a roster of information of their choosing along with a floppy disk drive of a data management system that they were to code on their own using the units they've learned so far. Blah, Blah, Blah... Thomas zoned out as the older Russian man at the front of the class kept droning on and on. That was until he felt paper scrape against his arm.

His big, puppy dog eyes darted down at his arm, a bit startled as he was pulled out of his spacey daze. Shockingly, it wasn't just your notebook scraping up against him. It was a folded-up index card. Thomas looked at you with dazed eyes, but you didn't look back. God, it felt like he was vibrating, his hand trembled as he grabbed the paper. He hesitated to open it, afraid of what you could've written. What if it was something mean?? What if the note wasn't meant for him? The worst-case scenarios were enough to make poor Tommy sick to his stomach. He opened it, and there it was: the most beautiful handwriting he'd ever seen-- definitely prettier than his chicken scratch. Etched on the flash card in green ink:

"Do you have a spare floppy disk I could borrow? I'll wipe it and return it to you once Dr. B grades it."

Oh, you might as well have proposed to him right then and there. You were actually talking to him. Well-- maybe not talking per se... but it is more interaction than he normally gets with the opposite sex, which is little to none. He wasn't sure how to respond on paper, but he was swallowing back acid just at the thought of tapping you and actually speaking. He was such a ball of nerves, stuck at the fork in the road of this (usually mundane) situation. Thomas rifled through his backpack for a disk he knew he'd been carrying around. Hopefully, he didn't take it out... Where is it, where is it??? AH! There it is! Along with the disk, he pulled out a pen from his backpack and wrote in his less-than-legible handwriting:

Yes. Here you go. 💾

Unable to do so much as to touch you, Thomas cleared his throat and passed the disk towards you, leaving the note on top. Upon receiving the note and disc, you turn to this lanky, nerdy guy and flash him the sweetest smile you possibly can. "Thank you so, so, so much!" You whisper to him. "Uhh... N-No." Thomas choked out, his face bright red and his eyes involuntarily locked on yours. What the hell kinda response is that? 'NO??? YOU FUCKING IDIOT?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO???' Thomas thought to himself. "No...?" You can't help but laugh at the guy's response. "I-I mean... N-No, thank you... I-I mean No Problem... Y-Yeah... no problem..." Thomas stammered out and you couldn't help but laugh again. "Ohhh, okay..." You giggle and turn your attention back to the front.

He scratched the back of his neck and turned his attention to the lecture hall floor, the same floor which he had wished more than anything would split open and swallow him whole.

Suddenly, another note is passed to him.

Mind if we chat after class?

oh fuck... He checked his watch, lo and behold, 5 minutes left of class.

a/n: i hope y'all enjoy this. it's gonna be a verrrryyyy slow burn. (neo just doesn't get it, pls be patient with him. he'd just a silly little guy)

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

i DO think we were kinda robbed tho, in the Vaggie & Carmilla song fight, that lady death ballet herself didn't at one point knock Vaggie's spear out of Vaggie's hand (to FORCE vaggie into thinking more defensively rather than rush in and stabbi-ly) and then have a close up shot of the spear on the floor, right before tippy toe Carmilla deliberately ends her eternal en-point to put her HEEL DOWN on the weapon and trap it there, as a fun and scary visual pun

also can't help imagining a version with an answer to Carmilla letting her hair down at the start of the fight to match with Vaggie...

Carmilla does it to even the odds when Vaggie complains she's not used to fighting with long hair. ooh an answering moment right after the spear one above- where Vaggie shows her shift into taking her own safety SERIOUSLY by pulling off her ribbon and taking the time to tie her hair UP so she ISN'T having to fight with that distraction swinging around

and then she figures out how to block Carmilla's armored kicked unarmed instead of getting her ass kicked trying to charge in

and when Carmilla backs her up the stairs and into the second landing balconies (bc vaggie is RETREATING she's being CAREFUL of herself) one last kick is about to connect with Vaggie's head and she's got no more room left to retreat to and she's singing about wanting to fight with love so she can be around to PROTECT the people SHE loves-

bam new wings reveal flap backwards off the railing into open air and out of danger

VAGGIE LOSING HER WINGS FOR NOT KILLING<-

->GETTING THEM BACK WHEN SHE INTERNALIZES THE HEY MAYBE NOT WANTING TO GET KILLED HERSELF EITHER BC HOW WILL SHE BE THERE FOR THE WOMAN SHE LOVES IF SHE MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMS INTO A STUPID CORPSE????

like it's a perfectly good fight scene as is and gets the idea across later in vaggie's fight with lute but hhhhhrrrg i just, look at the other song moments the show has, all the set movements and character moments THEY get, and im like

LET CARMILLA BEAT VAGGIE UP IN EXTRA DRAMATIC MODE

i KNOW we have to fit in an important flashback in too but GODS PLEASE!!! I LOVE WOMEN FIGHTING WOMEN!!!!!

carmilla please beat vaggie up some more in the future or i'll shrivel up pls im sure vaggie would have fun with it too she supposedly loves dancing

AND aDD CHARLIE TO THIS!!! Vaggie could call the fights "dance lessons" and Charlie could be SO happy hearing that, SO delighted her gf is getting a new none-business none-trauma hobby at last, Charlie being SO SO SO supportive of it and watching the hotel alone some afternoons to make SURE Vaggie has time away from work for her dancing

(the same way charlie has father-daughter catch up dates with her dad shhh it's happening don't tell me its not)

BUT THEN Charlie drops by a 'rehearsal' once as a surprise (she brought donuts!!) and freaks the FUCK out (donuts flying Everywhere) bc the "Dancing" is just Vaggie grinning as she gets smacked around the Carmine compound, helping test out WHICH weapons work BEST against angels while honing her own new not-dying instincts as Carmilla kinda tries to kill her a little. for science

until charlie walks in on it and almost sets the compound full of live ammunition crates on fire

to make up for this horrible surprise, Charlie makes Vaggie promise her they'll start going to ACTUAL dance lessons together <3

AND she threatens Carmilla into designing some angelic steel practice armor for gf becaue oh hell no, oh fuck this, oh absoLUTELY charlie is getting NO sleep otherwise after walking in on THAT

pls pls pls and let vaggie be winged this time for the fight toooo, i wanna see some deadly anti-air ballet jumps :(

[repulsiveliquidation]

Royalty

Ona Batlle x Reader

An alternate ending to "She's going to be okay." which can be read as separate works! [La Princesa] [Royalty] [Angel in the House]

Fluff with angst. Enjoy!

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“Hold on, mi amor. I’m right here, please hold on.”

BREAKING NEWS : World famous footballing couple Y/N L/N and Ona Batlle announce their pregnancy! Ona, taking a step back from football to focus on her pregnancy tells media that she is 9 weeks pregnant and the baby is doing well. Her wife Y/N says Ona’s decision to have the child was deeply pondered by both and says that “We are both excited to welcome our little one into the world, we both can’t wait to be parents. Ona will also be taking time away from football to focus on our family with full support from everyone at Barcelona.”

//

“Bonita, we’re going to be late!”

“Coming, just forgot my phone!”

You held both your kit bags while you waited by the door. Ona was scrambling to find her phone, you watched with amusement at her frantically searching for it.

“What–it was just here?!”

“Look at your right hand, beautiful.”

“Why–oh.”

You laughed and walked over to her, shoulders slumped in defeat. You kissed her forehead and took her hand, walking out of the house to your car. She got in the passenger side wordlessly as you put your bags in the back and got in the driver’s side. You sighed seeing her looking so down. You leaned over and kissed her head, reaching for her seatbelt and putting it on. “Safety first,” you whispered to her, pulling a smile from her. “There’s my girl.” You tell her as you pull your own seatbelt on, hand resting on her thigh as you drive to the training ground. 

It’s a wet day in Barcelona as you head into the changing room. You find your national teammates Lucy and Kiera whispering just outside the door, apparently planning something. “What are you two up to?” you ask them, both turning around and looking at you innocently. As vice-captain, you have a sense of control over the team, most people listening to Alexia and you with genuine admiration. Alexia is the stricter of the two, you’re who most will find leading the making fun of Alexia when she’s in captain mode. Ona laughs at their antics and walks straight into the changing room without you as you stand there and listen to the two of them explain their plan on pranking Alexia, who was currently in a meeting with Jonatan. You tell them to leave you out of it but yell “I want it on video!” before following Ona into the changing room.

She’s on the phone, expression unreadable. The rest of the girls turn quiet when you walk in, causing you to pull a face and become concerned. “Amor?” you say simply, Ona looking right into your eyes as she ends the call. “What’s wrong?” you ask her again, towering over her smaller frame.

“That was the fertility office.” She says quietly, Pina inhaling sharply which caused Patri to smack her arm.

“Baby, what did they say?”

“It worked.”

She says it so softly you didn’t hear her.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Mapi yells before you do, all the girls celebrating at the news. They hug and clap your back, cheering loudly at the news of a new member to the squad. Your ears drown them out, eyes fixated on the most beautiful person in the room.

Your wife. Now bearing your child.

You pull her into your arms, tears flowing down both your faces. She sobs into your chest as you kiss her head over and over again. “Thank you bebita, oh thank you!” you tell her, holding her wet face in your hands. You fall in love with her all over again, kissing her hard before your bubble is broken as the rest of the girls walk in from all the noise.

“What the hell has gotten into you all? What’s all the yelling for?” Alexia walks in, Lucy and Kiera in tow, prank abandoned.

“Y/N knocked Ona up!” yells Mapi (who else would) grabbing you by your shoulders and smiling proudly. Ingrid walked over and smacked Mapi on the head.

“I didn’t knock her up you moron, I only gave her the fertility shots. Technically the doctor did.” you tell everyone, Ona glued to your side.

“Congratulations to you both, you will be the best parents.” Alexia tells you, hugging you both tight.

“She knocked you up pretty good huh Ona, the doctor called you personally to tell you, must have been fun!” Mapi teases and before you could kill her, Ingrid gave her a look that shut her up so fast she quietly went back to putting her boots on as the whole team laughed at her.

Jonatan was thankfully still in his office as you both walked in. Hand in hand, you sat at his desk nervous before he looked up. “To what do I owe the pleasure, girls?” he asks kindly, smiling at the two of you.

“Do you remember the conversation we had a few months ago, Jonatan? About us wanting to start a family?”

“Sí. Is it good news?”

“Ona’s pregnant.”

“Oh, that’s great news girls. Congratulations. Ona, I’d like for our physicians to take good care of you while you’re pregnant. You’re in control here, whatever your course of action is from now on is up to you. My door is always open for you both. Now, you’ve both got the day off. Ona, if you’d like, I can set up an appointment with the doctors for you to have a full workup?”

“That would be perfect, Jonatan. Thank you for everything.”

//

2 months pregnant.

“Ona!”

The girls rush to the door when you and Ona walk in. She’s had a hard couple weeks with morning sickness and has been staying in bed most of the time when you leave for training. She’s finally had a morning where the baby hasn’t tried to nauseate her and she wanted to spend the day out with you. Training was at 10am so you both managed to squeeze in a quick breakfast together, walking onto the pitch with coffee for the girls as a treat. They take the drinks from you both, passing them around and noticing that you got each and every one of them their regular orders. “Now you can’t say I don’t spoil you all!” you quip, sipping your coffee while Ona chats with Laia holding her tea.

Alexia walks up to you, her coffee in hand as she watches Ona and the girls.

“How is she?”

“She’s alright. The morning sickness was bad yesterday, I think the baby is giving her a break today.

“She’s glowing, you know.”

“That she is. She’s beautiful.”

//

5 months pregnant.

“Cariño? It’s time to wake up angel. We’ve got a doctor’s appointment in two hours.”

“Is it that time already?”

“Sí. Come on, I’ll make you breakfast too.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“You’re the mother of my child, you deserve the world and more.”

You both sit in the kitchen and enjoy breakfast while listening to the radio. She’s sitting in your lap, helping herself to your cereal. She had requested a bagel with literally half the tub of cream cheese but when she saw your bowl of cereal, her puppy eyes had earned her a swap. You learned quickly that a pregnant Ona was also a very hungry one (more than usual at least­) and you had also learnt quickly to order what you knew she wanted but didn’t order so that she could swap and eat yours instead. You didn’t mind, as long as she was happy, you were too.

“Mrs. Ona L/N? Doctor Johan will see you now.”

“Thank you.”

"De nada, third door on the right.”

“Good afternoon, how are we feeling today?”

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the doctor finishes all his questions and brings in the ultrasound machine. You’re sitting beside Ona holding her hand, softly rubbing the back of her knuckles as she listens to Dr. Johan. He lifts her shirt and spreads the cold gel along the bottom, ultrasound wand going over Ona’s now showing belly. You kiss her knuckles softly, looking up at her just as the beautiful sound of your child’s heartbeat fills the room. You’re both in tears, eyes locked on each other. You lean up and kiss her, smiling so wide your cheeks are beginning to hurt.

“Do we want to know the gender?” the doctor asks.

“Could we get it in an envelope? We’d like to find out together with our family.”

“Of course, you both going to have a very healthy baby.”

//

6 months pregnant.

“Lucia, please don’t make me regret making you and Kiera in charge of the baby shower. If you fuck it up, Ona will slaughter me.”

“Don’t worry you worry wart. It’s going to be perfect.”

Ona was still getting ready, getting annoyed that most of her clothes didn’t fit anymore, only your jerseys did (she wasn’t complaining). Just as you had walked in, she threw off a pretty summer dress that you had got her while in Germany for a game three weeks ago.

“Hey angel, nothing’s taken your fancy?”

“Nada encaja, amor…” she whined, head in her hands as she stood in front of the full-length mirror. You walked up behind her, hugging her waist gently, hands framing her pretty belly. You perched your head on her shoulder, hands slowly coming up and pulling her own away from her face. You smiled when you made eye contact with her in the mirror, kissing her cheek softly.

“Why don’t you wear one of my jerseys? Maybe an old one we could glamour up?”

“You look so good in your outfit though, I don’t want to look underdressed.”

“Darling, you could show up wearing a fucking traffic cone and I’d say you were beautiful.”

“Hey, I told you. Don’t swear in front of El pequeño.”

“Sorry, pretty girl. I’ll grab one of my England shirts eh?”

“Go ahead. I hope you like sleeping on the couch though.”

//

“Where’s Mapi?”

“Ingrid, I swear if she is up to something–“

“You’re going to have to get in line, I’ll be sending her STRAIGHT to heaven if she pulls some shit–“

“Sorry, they almost forgot the ball with the right gender in there!” yells Mapi as she walks onto the patio with 5 identical footballs. Lucy had got you to wear your boots and to dress “comfortably enough to be able to kick!” The party was in Alexia’s backyard since it was the biggest, a goal set up as Mapi laid the balls out.

“You ready?” Ona asked you quietly, looking up at you with the happiest gaze you’ve seen on her face in a while. She had only had that look two other times, when you asked her out 5 years ago and when you got married.

“More than anything, my love.” You answer, leaning down and kissing her softly. She giggled nervously into the kiss, walking back to give you space. She hugged her mother, holding her brothers hand by her side as you stepped back to kick the first ball. You did, only white powder flying through the air. It happened three more times, Ona’s heart pounding in her chest, palms sweating from nervousness. Her brother gives her a reassuring squeeze, kissing the top of her head as you stepped back to kick the last ball. A cloud of pink filled the air, shouts of celebration followed soon after. You ran to Ona, picking her up and spinning her around gently. You kissed her hard, hands holding her belly gently. You knelt in front of her, kissing her stomach softly.

"Hola mi princesa".

//

3AM, 6 ½ months pregnant.

“Y/N. Y/N, wake up.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Something’s wrong with the baby.”

“It’s probably just Braxton Hicks love, want me to give you a massage like last time?”

“Y/N, there’s blood.”

//

“It’s okay baby, you’re going to be okay.”

“T-There’s so much blood, Y/N…”

“Shh, shh, I know. She’s going to be okay.”

You pick her up and rush to the car, putting her in the passenger seat and clambering into the driver’s seat. You hold her hand and drive fast, speed limits be damned. She’s a mess, crying and clutching her stomach. She’s also begging, begging La Princesa to hold on.

“Please, mi amor. Hold on for us. Please!” she begs, tears flowing down your cheeks too. You’ve never seen her in such distress before, your heart aching, wishing you could take it away from her.

It’s three am in Barcelona, there’s barely anyone on the streets. You get to the hospital, leaving the car right in front of the A&E. you jump out and run to Ona’s side, picking her up again and running into the emergency room. You’re yelling for a doctor, a gurney in front of you to put Ona into. They rush her into surgery; you’re left there with her blood all over your front and you don’t know what to do. The love of your life could die and your baby might not survive. Your hands shake as you call the one person you knew would know what to do.

//

“Y/N? I’m here hermosa. Where is she?”

“Alexia! Oh Alexia.” You begin to sob again, tears and snot running down your face. You’ve been crying the whole time, clutching at the bloody hoodie you have on. Alexia’s heart breaks at the sight of you. She rushes over and pulls you into her arms, you sob harder into her shirt. She’s crying too, holding you tight and whispering soothing words into your ears.

“I’ve called the rest of the girls. We’ve got you.”

“I can’t live without her, I don’t know what to do. I feel so useless just SITTING HERE! SHE NEEDS…needs me…” you yell and cry out, Alexia holding you closer.

“Shh, hermosa. What she needs is for you to be strong for her. She’s a tough girl, trust me.”

“Alexia! Y/N! We came as soon as we could. Where is Ona?”

Mapi, Ingrid, Pina, Patri, Lucy and Kiera walked into the emergency waiting room. They ran to the two of you as soon as they heard your sobs. They hugged you tight, their own tears joining yours. The both of you were sisters to them, your pain shared with all the girls who vowed to be there for you both any way they could. Mapi and Ingrid went to get an update on Ona, Lucy and Kiera went to get coffee for everyone while the rest of them stayed with you. Alexia hadn’t let go of you, stroking your hair softly as the others rubbed your arms and soothed you.

“Nothing yet, she’s still in surgery.” Ingrid tells the group, sitting beside Mapi who has her head in her hands.

“She’s going to be okay, bonita. Ona will be okay.” Alexia whispers in your ears as fresh tears flow down your stained cheeks.

//

“Three hours, what the fuck are they doing to her?!” Mapi grumbles, clearly frustrated with the lack of answers as she goes to the nurses desk for another update.

You’re all still sitting in the waiting room, cups of coffee in hand. Lucy and Kiera had also gotten you a change of clothes, getting rid of your bloody garments. Alexia handled Jonatan, explaining the situation, he gave everyone a couple days off to focus on Ona and you. Just as she got off the phone to tell you all, you spoke.

“You all don’t need to be here, you’ve got better things to worry about. We’ve got a game Thursday to focus on. Go, I’ll text you if anything changes. You’ve done more than you need to for me.” You tell them quietly, holding back tears.

“We aren’t going anywhere, pea. We want to be here with you.” Kiera tells you, kneeling in front of you as you look at her wet eyes.

“Football be damned, you two are more important right now.” Alexia says, you look at the captain for any sign of a lie. Her face is stoic, almost daring you to rebuttal her statement.

“I don’t know what I would do without you all. Thank you, you have no idea how much you being here means to me. How much it means to Ona and La Princesa.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? She’s been in there THREE HOURS! THREE FUCKING HOURS!”

“Mapi.”

“Seriously, what the hell­–“

“Mapi!”

“What!”

“That’s enough.”

“Y/N, we need answers! They can’t–“

“Mrs. Y/N L/N?”

Your head shoots up and you scramble up to the doctor upon hearing your name. The girls follow, Ingrid and Lucy holding your hands.

“And they are?”

“Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of them. Where is my wife?”

“She’s in recovery. She’s had preterm labour which we’ve managed to stop. She is 26 weeks along, we realistically want her up to at least 30 to 33 weeks before we decide if we want to have her deliver early. We need to monitor her closely for the next 48 hours to make sure that she doesn’t go into labour again. The nurses will have her ready for you in a while. She’s doing well.”

//

“Y/N? Y/N?”

“We’ll get her darling, she’s talking to the doctors.”

“I want her.”

"Sí, nena, ella está justo afuera. Está bien."

You walk in just as Alexia reasons with Ona. She bursts into tears when she sees you. Your eyes are bloodshot, you look tired. You rush to her and sit on her bedside, pulling her into your chest. The girls filter out to give you some privacy, sitting in the hallway patiently.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay, she’s okay.”

“I was so scared…”

“I know, darling. I’m so proud of you, you’re so strong Ona. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Mi Reina. Nothing.”

“She’s going to be okay?”

“Yes, we’re going to make sure of it.”

//

“Lucy, you didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense, we all fought about who would pick you up from the hospital anyway.”

“What about my car?”

“Kiera came with, she’ll drive it back.”

“Thank you both for everything.”

“Claro, let’s get you both home.”

You help Ona into the back and climb in with her. She leans into you, still feeling tired from being in the hospital. Your arm is around her, kissing her hair softly. You keep your other hand on her belly, rubbing softly. She closes her eyes and enjoys the feeling, a wave of relief going over her. The word terrified doesn’t begin to describe it when she was in the car on the way to the hospital the other night and when you were just standing there as she was hauled away from you. She really thought she was going to die and the fact that you weren’t beside her almost did. The doctors were working fast, she was loopy and light-headed, annoyed that they wouldn’t answer her questions of how her baby was doing. She was panicking but they quickly anaesthetized her and she calmed.

As they told her about what had happened she couldn’t hear them. She knew they were talking but nothing was registering. She only wanted you, her mind set on wanting to check on you and make sure you were okay. Even in her demise she worried about you, a quality you admired very much.

“We’re here.” Lucy called, snapping her out of her trance. You carried her into the house and onto the couch, the girls fussing over her the moment she laid down. You kissed her forehead and smiled, muttering a soft “I love you,” before walking into the kitchen. Ingrid and Mapi kept her company, Patri and Pina gave her a massage as Alexia, Lucy and Kiera were talking in the kitchen. Lucy pulled you into a hug when you walked in, you let out a long sigh as she held you.

“Jonatan has given you the week off.”

“Thank him for me will you, Ale?”

“Already have, bonita.”

“Can I have a word with you all in the living room?”

//

“All of you have been the best family ever, you being there for us has been more important than you will ever know. I speak for both of us when I say that nothing we do will ever make up for all you have done for us this week.” Ona nods in agreement, tears flowing down her cheeks which Mapi wipes off her. She continues for you, Ale standing beside you and pulling you into her side as your own tears follow.

“I love you all, thank you so much for helping us. We don’t know what we would have done without you.”

“We are family, hermosa. No one in this room would rather be anywhere else. If the roles were reversed, you would have done the same if not more.”

“I can think of one thing that would make up for all of this.”

“What Patri?”

“You bring La Princesa home.”

//

9 months, 4:30am.

“Y/N, please wake up.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop breathing funny.”

“Y/N, wake up. I’m being serious.”

“What, are you okay? Is it the baby?”

“My water just broke.”

“Oh. OH. BABY INCOMING. FUCK, WHY DIDN’T YOU LEAD WITH THAT?! WHERE’S THE HOSPITAL BAG? KEYS? YOU?!”

You scoop Ona into your arms, rushing out to the car. You help her in and buckle her up, running back inside to grab her hospital bag and your keys. Ona was laughing in the car, clearly the calmer of the two. She was in mild pain but nothing too serious. You jump into the car and drive, panicking already. At a red light she takes your clammy hand and kisses it, smiling up at you.

“I’m okay, hermosa. I’m not in a lot of pain.”

“What if something goes wrong? Oh god what if we get stuck in traffic and we have the baby in the BACK SEAT?!”

She laughs harder, clutching her stomach heartily. It annoys you.

“Why are you laughing? This is serious, amor!”

“Please get us to the hospital safe, hm? You’re acting like you’re the one having the baby and not me.”

//

“FUCK YOU, YOU’RE NEVER KNOCKING ME UP AGAIN!”

“Technically baby, it was a doctor that knocked you up but don't worry, I was in the room.”

“SHUT UP, YOU’RE BEING USELESS RIGHT NOW.”

You chuckle as she stops pushing, her dilation up to 9cm already. Just a few more hours till you get to see your babygirl. The midwife suggests you climb into bed with her, helping her move forward for you to scoot in behind her. You hold her close, stroking her damp hair out of her face.

“You’re doing so well, hermosa. She’s going to be here soon, all thanks to you. You’ve made my dreams come true, I’m forever grateful.”

“You’re changing every single dirty diaper.”

“Gladly. I would gladly do that, my love. I love you.”

//

“Hola, hermosa. Oh, you girls look so beautiful.” Alexia said as the girls walked in with her. They were beaming, the sight of Ona holding La Princesa melted their hearts. Ona was glowing, proudly holding our bundle of joy. Born 3.9kg, she was a healthy baby girl. Mapi was crying (already), Patri and Pina taking photos as Lucy and Kiera patted you on the back and watched Ona fondly.

“Here, baby. You take her.”

“Everyone, meet Eliana Alexia Maria Batlle L/N.”

“What?” said Alexia and Mapi at the same time. Naming her after them was a no brainer, you didn’t want to spoil the surprise when Mapi suggested it at the baby shower. The two of them have been role models in both of your lives; giving your daughter their names was an easy decision.

Mapi was being consoled by Ingrid, sobbing harder than Eliana when she was born. Alexia hugged you so hard you were winded, chuckling and rubbing her back as she cried into your neck. “Thank you,” she whispered, “I already love her so much.”

//

“Mapi you will wash your hands TWICE before you come anywhere near my child.”

You handed Eliana to Alexia, she sat with the baby and held her like she was made of glass. Alexia spoke to her softly, promising her new goddaughter that she will love and cherish her, to teach her football and to protect her from the world as tears welled in her eyes.

Mapi held her next, kissing her forehead softly as Ingrid looked absolutely smitten over her shoulder. Mapi introduced herself and cooed at her, Eliana holding her finger which made Mapi vow then and there that she would die for this child.

“Mapi.”

“¿Sí?”

“As you all know, Alexia is already her godmother. But, Ona and I talked about it and we’ve decided that we want you to be her godmother too. The protective nature you had in the emergency room made me realize that Eliana needs you the same way we did. I have no doubt that she will be safe with the two of you.”

“This is my proudest moment. Thank you both, she is already so special to the two of us. I love you both.” She looks down at Eliana fondly, muttering “I love you, princesa. Bienvenidos al mundo.”

//

“Are you sure, baby? We can go home, don’t worry.”

“I want to see the girls. Besides, we could use the babysitting.”

“Is that my goddaughter I see?!”

Mapi runs up to you and takes Eliana’s carrier from you, cooing at her as she sits in the shade and talks to her. Ona takes your hand and walks over to the benches as the girls come off the pitch to greet you both. You say quick hellos and run back inside to change into your training kit.

When you come back, Alexia is holding Eliana close as the girls look at her with pure adoration. Patri gives you a nod and you understand, her words from months ago coming back to memory; La Princesa was home.

[augustvandyne]

Could you write a Tim Bradford x reader where she is at a bank when it gets robbed. Worried Tim knowing she's inside and then all the comfort when he gets to her. Maybe she gets minorly injured somehow or maybe has a panic attack. TYIA!

yes yes yes!!!! i wasn’t even expecting anyone to send stuff in this early, but i’m excited to write for tim

panic attack

Today started like any other day.

You woke up beside a sleepy Tim, who ushered you both out of bed the second the both of you woke up. Although, you always made him lay with you for an extra hour.

It annoyed you most of the time, the waking up early, but you loved him anyways.

Today, you hated him for it.

You weren’t able to convince Tim to stay in bed to snuggle this morning, due to him being called in early for some follow up interrogations on a case from the night before.

It had him come home late last night, and you were asleep before he got home.

So you’d only talked to him this morning, for all of ten minutes.

To keep your mind off missing Tim today, you thought you’d do some laundry, clean around the house, made yourself breakfast.. but you’d done all that within the first two hours of the day.

You then realized you still had a check to cash at the bank, and when was a better time to do it then today, on your day off?

That was the mindset you had until you walked into the bank, a terrible feeling in your gut.

You shoot Tim a message that you had went to the bank, in case anything had happened to you. That was one thing Tim asked of you in your relationship—was to know you were safe. Not only because he’d seen things in his line of work, but also because he loves you and wants to see you’ve messaged him.

You send it to his city issued phone, that way if he didn’t have his own phone on him, he still knows where you are.

Tim was already on the way to that bank by the time you messaged him, but it was too late.

A friend of the robber had called in a tip to the station, and Tim signed him and Lucy up for it immediately.

He prayed you weren’t inside yet, but that hope died the second he saw your empty car.

Lucy has to get Sergeant Grey involved in calming Tim down, because he’s freaking out that bad.

He loves you so much. Ever since Isabel, he didn’t think he’d ever love anyone as much as he did her—but he does, and more.

Shots are fired, and he puts his thoughts aside, going into police mode. He’s going to treat this as if it were any other day.

You on the other hand, were freaking the freak out.

You hadn’t had a panic attack since you were a teenager, and you forgot how bad they knock you down.

You feel like you need an inhaler, but you don’t carry one around you anymore.

You were smart on your feet as soon as you heard the first shot. You took in your surroundings, and moved to behind the counter.

The robber was on his way behind the counter when you heard LAPD and SWAT enter the building.

You could hear Tim shouting orders, but Nolan was the one to get him to drop the gun and to calm the robber down—or so everyone thought.

Just as everyone thought the guy was gonna give up, he grabs you from behind the counter and pulls his second weapon out. A small knife, maybe used for fishing or just used as protection.

He doesn’t hold it to your neck, so they make the decision of shooting him.

When he falls to the ground, he makes a shallow slice in the side of your abdomen, to which you’re wincing about on the way out.

“Cmon, baby, lets go,” Tim is the first to your side, but everyone gives you sympathetic looks before attending to the other victims.

You let out a shaky sigh, still in the middle of your panic attack.

“It’s okay,” Tim rubs his hand over your face to wipe your tears to which you lean your full weight on him. Mentally and physically. “It’s okay. Come on, let’s get you checked out.”

“Tim-“

“I’m right here,” Tim holds your hand as they patch you up.

Your injury is minor, so all they have to do is clean it and put a bandage over your side.

●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○

When home, Tim won’t take his eyes off you, and you seriously doubt he’ll go in to work tomorrow, knowing the “condition” you’re in. Tim’s words, not yours.

He has you laying your head on his chest and the television on with your favorite show.

There’ll be a lot more panic attacks, and a lot of begging Tim to do all the banking from now on, but how can you deny your love for this man?

He’s holding you even when it was just a tiny run- in and a little cut!

[whateversawesome]

Let’s talk about SxF Chapter 82

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; even though Yor is currently not involved in the confrontation between the SSS and WISE, this arc is about Twiyor marriage.

Somehow, it seems like they are in each other’s mind. Just take a look...

To me, this small panel is probably the most important in the chapter: Twilight the master of disguise, best spy ever, WAVERS (!!!)

In addition to quivering, WAVER also means to become unsteady, unreliable, and undecided. A spy should never waver, it could cost him his life. So, why did the best spy of the West hesitate?

The reason is very clear to me. He has something on his mind...someone...😉

Remember what he said when Yor kicked him on the chin?

We saw his dangerous assassin mode. He was ready to defend himself from the SSS agent, but then he saw Yuri instead. It’s funny that he called him by his full name: Yuri Briar, just like he did a couple of chapters before, when he was apologizing to his wife. It was almost as a reminder of certain other Briar (aka Mrs. Forger).

Twilight had the opportunity to shoot and kill Yuri. He’s more experienced than him, he’s been in dangerous situations and killed before. But upon seeing his face, a last minute decision halted his most basic spy instincts:

Yuri is his enemy, but he’s also family. (Btw, Yuri looks like a kid here).

Twilight has surely heard from his wife all the love and effort she put on raising her brother. For a long time Yuri was her only family and she married him to avoid worrying him. He KNOWS how much Yuri means to Yor.

That last minute decision wasn’t that last minute at all. Even though he won’t admit it, he’d rather die before hurting his wife. AND he did promise he would never make her suffer that way again (even though he had no clue what she was talking about 😂)

Now, about Yor. To be honest, I thought that she would probably forget about the gripe, but thinking it through, those infidelity allegations are not so easily brushed off. It’s not like Loid has shown her he loves her explicitly and he is out all the time. (I think she misses him 💕 Look at those sad eyes!!)

In theory, Yor shouldn’t worry about this, since this is a fake marriage, right? The thing is Yor doesn’t see it as a fake marriage anymore. That’s why she wants to have gripes and welcome home kisses. She wants a normal marriage.

It was beautiful and heartbreaking to see her in the last panel. It meant so much, because right at that moment (probably) her husband was getting hurt. In marriage there’s a constant connection, especially when two people are in love (and these two are deeply in love).

I posted this before, but I’ll write it again, in case you didn’t see it:

This is marriage. 

When you hurt, I hurt. 

When you bleed, I bleed.

That blood wasn’t Yor’s. Since she mentions her husband and she's thinking about him, I think that last panel is Twilight’s blood.

Bonus: Yor doesn’t think about Yuri (who she raised like her kid) or Anya (who is her kid). She thinks about her husband!! I think she's finally stepping out of the role of mom to step into the role of wife/adult woman. In other words, Your honor, she’s in love 💖

Now, questions: Did Twilight get killed? No, I don’t think so. Severely injured? Maybe. But I believe it won’t be too severe, because he still has to confront Wheeler unless...(here comes the crazy theory): Who was Wheeler talking on the phone?

He didn’t show up at the appointment with the SSS. We don’t know where he is. So the crazy theory is that he could be involved with the Garden. Honestly, it’s a long shot. Unlikely, but it would also be a huge twist and you know l LOVE twists 😏

It could also fit, because if Twilight is injured and has to be pulled from the mission, WISE doesn’t stand a chance. AND it would leave Wheeler to appear at a later arc, now involved with the Garden and maybe our dear Thorn Princess (maybe, jealous Loid arc?) Unlikely, but fun it’s fun to dream.

My two cents: 

Twilight is the one who got shot, but is not deadly injured. He may actually have to go home early! 

Probably there will still be an encounter with Wheeler, but let’s hope he doesn’t have to fight him. Things are still very much in the air with Wheeler, so let’s just wait and see.

The arc is still very incomplete and could take a turn in any direction. I know a lot of you want some action/fighting between Twilight and Wheeler, but I would be happy if Mr. Spy just went home early to be with his wife and this turned into a complete Twiyor arc. We’ll see.

One last word about Yuri. Now, I think he’ll be the one who discovers Twilight’s identity. That kid is smart and if he starts putting the pieces together, he may end up discovering everything. This confrontation is one big piece and I’d like to believe that Twilight not killing Yuri will be a deciding factor in the end. I’ve said it before, at some point Yuri is going to have to choose between duty and his family and I believe he will choose his family (at a great personal cost).

But not only that, last time Twilight chose not to kill an enemy, something good has happened: When he spared Franky he began a transformation and stared working for peace. What will happen now that he chose not to kill another enemy? My guess is that he’ll become more human and it’ll have to do with Yor. 

Something tells me this is one of those chapters that will be VERY important in the future. So let’s keep an eye on it.

[perfectly-imperfect82]

Elevator - Claudia Pina

"Come on, we are going to be late" claudia said grabbing my hand, causing me to blush as she dragged me down the hall to the elevator

“Someone not want to run extra laps?” You asked with a laugh as you clicked the elevator button

“Not all of us enjoy running” claudia said bumping my shoulder with a smile as the elevator open causing you both to enter

The next moment, the elevator started to shutter and shack causing you to stumble into the wall before it stopped

“This doesn’t seem good” you said as you realized the elevator wasn’t moving

“I think it’s stuck” claudia said quietly causing you to hit the help button as you moved to the railing and tried to think of anything besides the idea that you were in a small space for who knows how long

“You okay?” Claudia asked

"I'm fine" you said as your grip tighten on the railing in the elevator and closed your eyes to take a few steady breaths to control your breathing and lower your heart rate as you felt Claudia eyes on you

"Lets call someone" you said

"Your late!" Mapi yelled angrily over the phone

"Claudia and i are stuck in the elevator" you said over the phone

"Mapi, I don't like small spaces" you mumbled, hearing her lowly cuss before talking to someone

"We are going to get you out of there shortly, okay" mapi said "okay"

"Claudia?" You asked how watching her start to pace, causing you to ignore Mapi who was trying to figure what was going on with Claudia who was calm a second ago

"My phone isn't working" she said with wide eyes

“Who do you want to talk to? I can have Mapi put them on" you said gently, hoping to calm her down however it didn’t to a think, as if she hadn’t heard you

Completely forgetting about your phone as you focused on the girl in front of you who was in a full blown panic mode

"Claudia, hey listen to me"you said as you quickly as you held her face in your hand to get her to focus on you

"We are going to be okay. There are people working right now to get us out. We just have to hang out here together a little longer" you said trying to get her to calm down and prevent her form also causing you to panic.

Claudia started to struggle to breath as she eyes couldn't say focus causing you to panic so you did the only thing you think of, you kissed her.

It was a short kiss but it caused your heart to race

When you opened your eyes, Claudia has calmed down but was looking at you with shock but confused looked as you looked back nervously at what was going to follow next

"It calmed you down" you said with a blush as she smiled up at you before pulling you to her and her hiding her face in you neck. You gave her a gentle squeeze as whispered reassurances in her ear

"Your heart is racing" Claudia mumbled as you felt her breath on your neck causing you to nod as you felt a shivers up you spin

"Yeah" you finally replied softly as you felt Claudia come out of her hiding spot and place a hand on your heart as she looked you in the eyes

“Go on a date with me?” You hesitantly asked, hopeful that she would like you back due to her reaction

Claudia surprised you by pulling you in to a gentle kiss causing you to both to smile into the kiss before spreading, still nothing holding giant smiles

“I’m going to take that as a yes” you stated with a small smile as claudia laughed with a smile

The moment ended when you both heard shifting of elevator causing panic to shot through you, pulling claudia tighter to you as you felt her do the same

Only losing your grip once a panel was removed from the ceiling for you both to see fire fighters looking down at you

“We going to pull guys up and through the doors of the closed floor” one explained before reaching a hand down

"You go first" you said gently pushing her towards the hands that were reaching out to grab her as she sent you a hesitant look back

"I'll be right behind you" you said with a gentle smile said causing her to nod and watched as she was helped out of the elevator, leaving you alone in it. Feeling the panic start to rise at being alone and once again closing your eyes and taking deep breaths to keep calm

“Ma’am, your turn” a firefighter said reaching his arms down causing you to grab them, pulling you up and guiding you to the exit

Instantly looking for Claudia and only calming when you see her safe in Alexia arms before feeling relief as someone pulled you into their arms and another pair wrap around the two of you

"Are you okay?" Mapi asked causing to pull away some to see Ingrid was the others who arms you was in

"I'm exhausted" you said as you felt yourself relax against Mapi as you gave ingrid a smile causing her to place a kiss to your temple

"At least your first travel game will have a memorable story" Lucy said causing Kiera to slap her in the back of the head as Mapi and Ingrid glared and I laughed

"Very memorable" I mumbled as I glanced at Claudia with a small blush causing Mapi to whisper "I'll heard what you and Claudia talked about" as I look at her with a blush as Ingrid and her gave me knowing looks as you saw Claudia in the same position as you with Alexia

[demonslayedher]

Did my rewatch with a friend, some observations either from me or both of us:

--Gotouge was deep in the "bean" period at this point in the manga, drawing especially Tanjiro's face in lumpy simple shapes on a regular basis. We suspect that in this season so far, Tanjiro's face has spent most of its screen time in silly mode as opposed to normal mode.

--Before we watched, I had her guess what she thought the vibe might be for the ending theme. "I don't know, foreshadowing all their deaths or something?" GIRL, HOW DARE YOU GUESS THAT RIGHT. Also, I'm so glad the full version of "Tokoshie" is already out because it's going to be super difficult but I can't wait to give it a shot at karaoke.

--We chatted afterward about Ufotable's choices. I feel like they've upped their show-offy game in this season (thicker lines, extended scenes, varied BGM and careful sound design, slow and deliberate filler, and lighting, lighting, lighting, lighting!), which might be somewhat to compensate for the slower story pace. It's simply reality that a lot of the hype for KnY has slowed (the Mugen Ressha era levels were unsustainable, of course, that was a phenomenon), and I know many people have gotten tired of it. But frankly, those people are not Ufotable's audience now; we the captives who love spending time with these characters are the target audience, and when things pick up again, those who took a break will come back and binge these seasons. I'm sad to see some hype die away, but I have no worries about the hype train totally dying down.

--And the love and care thrown into this production shows that they have every intention of giving the final arcs the care they'll require <3

--but also AOI!!! I loved the subtle restraint of that filler. It wasn't overdone, and it's so rare to see Tanjiro and Aoi have a moment together, and to see both how Aoi has relaxed in his presence and how she remains formal. That irony and layered way of Tanjiro having no idea how he's helped her, and Aoi talking about herself in wanting to be left alone, but still finding a way to show that she cares about this person Tanjiro is talking about even though she has no idea who it is? Wonderfuuuullllll

--How softly Shinobu speaks to Kanao!!!!! The way Shinobu sits in shadow but Kanao is within reach of the sunlight!!!! (They put Kanao's hair on the same side as usual instead of matching the way the manga did this scene!)

--The glimpse in Tamayo's memories of Yoriichi encountering Muzan, the sound of his earrings tied with the sound of Tanjiro's earrings!!

--The same sort of layering in the ending theme!!

--YUSHIRO SCREAMING DESCENT

--Giyuu's face being cut out of view when he says he's not the Water Pillar

--EVERY BIT OF GIYUU AND TANJIRO INTERACTION, I'm sure Hanae Natsuki had so much fun being thoroughly obnoxious

--EVERY BIT OF GIYUU AND SABITO INTERACTION

--There is no mistaking Murata and I love that

--LITTLE GIYUU'S EEEEEEYYYYYYYYEEEEESSSS

--The height difference between Tanjiro and Giyuu in the Taisho Secrets

--Tanjiro was the one being overbearing and clingy in the episode and now in the Taisho Secrets we've got Giyuu thoroughly in "Kamado Tanjiro is my friend" mode, like "...Come eat more soba with me. Oh. Then. Come eat shake daikon with me. Are you coming? You're coming! Are you done yet? I'm staring at you from the side of the screen. I'm waiting. Come on. Hang out with me."

--I was gonna say the Taisho Secrets were obvious this time, but my friend (who has read the manga and just watched this episode with me) said, "oh, I didn't know that side was from his sister!" So... alright, good call, then, Ufotable.

--Ok but as Tanjiro is first showering Giyuu with kindness (and indeed, sitting so much in Giyuu's personal space), I was thinking about Giyuu's smile in the Taisho Secrets (shake daikon, yay~), and my friend said, "You know what this is making me think of? That panel at the end of the manga when..." --when he's smiling, I thought-- "...he thinks Tanjiro is dead." NO STOP WHY DID YOU DO THAT ME

--Love that little addition of Tanjiro cheerfully pointing out how quiet it's been, and "no! No demons here!" TANJIRO, YOU SHOULD BE VERY, VERY WORRIED ABOUT WHAT THIS MEANS

--"Now want about Tomioka-san" "What's Kocho doing?" UFOTABLE STOP THE DOOMED GIYUSHINO HURTS

--WHAT A CLIP TO END ON AND PLUNGE US INTO THAT ENDING THEME

--rude

[wonwoosthetic]

< series masterlist

word count – 13k

warnings – sibling energy

A/N – this already turned out so much longer than I wanted it to be, so I would have more content for a part 2😅😬

minnie's struggle (and blessing) of growing up with 13 dudes

[Minnie being the only girl in an idol group with 13 other guys is as iconic as it gets]

[I think we can all agree on that]

[but, we also know how much of a struggle this brings as well]

[as someone that grew up with an older brother, I don't even want to imagine how it must be with 10 of them + 3 younger ones]

[now, there's MORE THAN ENOUGH on camera footage, BUT we also have quite a few stories]

[and we'll be looking at a few of those today]

[pls enjoy]

-

teasing her

[some of these are really such canon events if you have older siblings and i love them for it]

Minnie was relaxing her back against one of the lime-green walls. 

[warning: there's quite a lot of content from the melona prison]

[just so you know]

With her phone in her hands, her eyes were focused on the screen as her fingers were tapping on it frantically. After a few seconds, a chuckle would tumble from her lips, only for her to start typing again.

Seungkwan had been entertaining the camera, with the girl only being shown in the background, but as soon as he turned around, his attention was fully on her. In a few steps, the '98 Liner stopped by her extended feet, tapping the souls of them with his toes.

"Who are you texting?" He asked her, continuing to nudge her feet with his own.

[the amount of times my brother has done the exact same thing, ugh]

[but seungkwan does it in a much cuter way]

[I MEAN JUST LOOK AT HIM]

The girl pulled in her legs and brushed him off. "No one." Only to chuckle at the screen again.

"Are you texting a friend?" Seungkwan got down and slid across the floor, his hands now placed on her knees. Once he didn't get an answer from the female trainee, he patted her bony knees. "Is it your boyfriend?"

[THE question as soon as you laugh while on the phone istg]

"What?" Her head shot up as soon as he threw the question into the room, pushing his hands off her with an annoyed sigh. "No! Get away from me."

"Just say if it's your boyfriend," the younger boy shrugged, still not getting up to leave her alone.

[i would've already smacked him ngl]

"Seungkwan!" Minnie rolled her eyes. "Stop it." A clear blush brightened up her full cheeks.

With a grin, the boy pushed himself up, pointing a finger straight at the girl. "Noona's blushing! She's texting her boyfriend!" His exclaim gained the attention of the rest of the members that were in the room.

[broooooo]

[why did he do her like that hahahah]

"Boyfriend?" Seungcheol called out from the other side of the room.

[oh no]

[big bro mode activated]

"No, I'm not! Seugnkwan, I said stop!" With her extended legs again, Minnie was able to reach his shins kicking him, making him groan as he backed up. 

"Don't lie!" He pointed a strict finger at her again. With a quick push-up, the girl stood up and slapped his hand away, only for him to slap hers in return. With a frown on her face, the female trainee pushed him by his shoulder, but before the '98 Liner could do something again, the oldest of them all stepped in between them.

[PLS]

[the bitch fight they were about to have HAHAHAHAH]

"Stop fighting!" He growled at each of them.

[just a quick intermission: i need him to shout at me like that]

[okay back to the scene]

Immediately, both teenagers raised their fingers to point at each other.

"She pushed me first!"

"He started it!"

[HEAVY SIBLING ENERGY]

A groan from Seunghcheol got both to lower their hands again. "Both of you stop!" He turned to the boy first, "Seungkwan, stop annoying her."

[cheol was soooo done with them hahaha already back then]

[i just know he probably already had to stop SO many fights at this point]

"You always defend her, hyung." The younger one rolled his eyes, crossed his arms in front of his chest and walked away.

[well, we all know why, soooo👀🥰]

[she‘s a Choi deep down🫶🏼]

Then, Cheol turned to the girl. "And you, don't hit him."

"But-" She started, but as soon as Minnie saw the scowl on the oldest's face, she shut her mouth again. 

[BRO]

[THAT LOOK]

[i. am. on. my. knees.]

[like i know this is very big brother vibes bla bla bla]

[BUT HE'S SO HOT WHEN HE'S MAD]

[god😫]

She turned around to sit back against the wall, sliding down with a sigh. Wonwoo was quick to jump up from his place on the floor and join her, sitting closely by her side.

[aaaand of course, there's wonwoo to save the day again]

With a grin, Vernon made his way into the view of the camera. "You know, we're gonna lose a lot of male fans now."

[bro hahahah]

[what a comment]

[not the right moment]

"Ooh, that's true," the youngest, Dino, nodded with a chuckle.

The female trainee said nothing in return, instead chose to throw a pen she had lying next to her at the duo, making them laugh as they tried to dodge it.

[them as annoying younger brothers actually seems so much fun]

[but i also know that i'd be beating them up left and right]

-

[now]

[this is technically not really a moment of them teasing her, but it was mentioned]

[and i really liked this moment in street women fighter]

[it's very cute, so i'm gonna include it]

The members of the HolyBang group had gathered in their greenroom, each getting comfortable on the sofa and chair provided. As they fell into a comfortable conversation, Belle spoke up.

"Where's Minnie?"

The leader started frantically glancing around the room, trying to find the eyes of the youngest in their group.

"Where did we lose her?" Jane wondered, also looking around.

"Maybe she went to the toilet," Taro suggested, but the eldest of the room wasn't listening.

Honey J got up from her position on the couch, pulling up her pants just a bit. "I'll go look for her. I'll be right back." 

[SHE WAS SUCH A QUEEN]

[AND SUCH A MOM]

[i really am so glad minnie has a woman like her in her life in korea]

Without looking back, she exited through the door they had just come in. Walking through the hallway, she tried to get a glance into each room that was open, evening taking quick peeks around each corner she passed. Up until she reached the toilets that were on the same floor. The cameras only showed the hallway that was connected to the green rooms that housed the dance groups, but the microphones followed the female dancers all the way.

The '87 Liner opened the door to the female's bathroom, not expecting to find the younger girl by the sink right away.

"Oh, what are you- are you crying?" She wondered with a gasp. "Why are you crying?" 

[this literally broke my heart🥺]

[i knew minnie was going to have a hard time bc of stupid comments]

[but her crying really killed me, like fr]

Minnie's sniffles were caught by the microphone. 

"N-No-"

"Don't say no, I can see that you're crying. What's going on?" The older woman interrupted her.

Minnie whimpered as she patted her cheeks down with some tissue. "It's nothing, I was j-"

"Ya, Minnie-ya," Honey J's strict voice was clear as she spoke. It was not often that she turned this serious. "Don't lie to me, okay? What happened? Did somebody say something to you?"

[seungcheol if he was a woman, TELL ME I'M WRONG]

The sound rustled as the '97 Liner shook her head, her hair brushing over the microphone. "The critique just hit me harder than I expected. I- I... I don't know- I didn't think I would react like this."

"Because of what they said about you?"

[FUCK THEM]

Minnie only nodded.

"Don't you want to go somewhere more comfortable where we can talk? I don't think the bathroom is the best place for a conversation like this?" The leader wondered, getting a soft chuckle from the girl.

[MOM]

"No," her sniffles continued. "If my members see me cry about this on camera, they'll tease me forever because of it." Her statement got a whole-hearted laugh from the other woman.

[and i bet they still did]

[but i'm also sure they were ready to throw fists]

[rules of brothers: make fun of your sibling for crying first and then beat up the person that made them cry]

"Minnie-ya! That can't be your concern right now, are you serious?" Chuckling along with the female idol whose cries have gotten less and more quiet.

"I'll beat them up if they do, okay?" 

[GO MOM]

[you dropped this 👑]

Honey J's question made the girl laugh out loud and cover her mouth as they both exited the bathroom and got back into the hallway. "Look," both women came to a halt, the leader looking intensely into her member's face. "Listen to me. You and I both know exactly why I asked you to be here with us. Because I know how good you are. YOU know how good you are. Fuck them and what they think just because you're an idol. You were a dancer first. And you'll always have that."

[alright, make me cry i guess]

Minnie nodded, her eyes lowered down to the floor.

[i just wanna give her a hug😢🥺😭]

-

[nowwwww]

[everything with na pd was CHAOS]

[but there were some moments i just had to highlight bc my god]

Once the producer hit the 'play' button, the intro music of the next song filled the room. Minnie, along with some other members shot up from her chair, but S.Coups beat her to it when he shouted out the name of his team. He was able to name the right group, but Woozi forgot the correct name of the song, giving them an altogether wrong answer.

[WOOZI HOW COULD YOU]

Minnie was about to shout out her team's name that she shared with Hoshi and Seungkwan, but Mingyu pushed her back into her chair, taking a step forward to cover her form as he screamed out the name of his and Jeonghan's team. 

[THIS]

[WAS]

[SO]

[FOUL]

[stand up for yourself minnie and smack him]

Right after he said the name of the group, the '95 Liner followed with the correct name of the song that was playing.

Pink Venom. A song performed by the project girl group Minnie was part of.

With her mouth agape, she glanced up at the tall member, still surprised by his action.

"Why did you push me?" Almost pouting, knowing it would hopefully make the rapper feel bad.

[HER POUT]

[this must be such a weakness for the members]

[LOOK AT HER]

"I'm sorry," he chuckled, sitting back down, placing one hand on her shoulder and the other on her knee. Minnie was quick to brush both off, smacking his chest and making him wince.

[pls he's so dramatic]

Unbeknownst to them, Dokyeom had made his way into the middle of the area, stopping right in front of the main camera, after he had thrown his jacket to the floor. The members started hollering after him as he got ready for his performance.

[i love dokyeom so much]

[but it i were minnie, i'd be RUNNING]

As soon as the chorus that Minnie sang started, DK started to move. He knew the choreo to this part inside-out at this point. The rest of the members couldn't help but laugh at how seriously the '97 Liner took his role.

[dk's coming for your career minnie, watch out]

"Dance like Minnie! Stick your butt out more!" Dino commented with a laugh, getting the girl to stand up from her position.

[BRO💀]

"What's that supposed to mean?" She argued at him before getting suddenly pushed forward. 

[fr hahahaha]

Turning around, she found Hoshi motioning for her to get closer to Dokyeom to dance with him, but she shook her head.

"Hyung, do a sexy face!" Seungkwan shouted out, clapping along to the rhythm of the song.

[istg she's with them for like ten years and then finally gets to do grown up girlgroup dances AND THIS IS THE THANKS TO THAT]

While the members were hyping up their friend, Minnie hid her smile behind her hands as she sulked into her chair as far back as possible.

[i love how shy she gets about this still though]

[on stage a beast but off stage still so shy, I LOVE HER]

When it was finally over, the room filled with applause.

"Woah, hyung, that was so good!"

"How are you so good at that dance?"

[svt really is just a bunch of simps]

"He really looked just like Minnie on stage," Vernon jokingly commented. The girl shot up from her chair.

"Hey!" 

[he went to far with that comment hahaha]

With a few steps forward, she was close enough to her fellow '97 Liner, lifting her leg to try and kick him, but he was quick to jump back with a giggle. "I don't dance like that!" Minnie pouted.

[well... i mean...]

"But you do," the leader told her, relaxing back into his chair as he eyed the girl's expression.

[he's not even bothered by it anymore PLS]

"Stooop," she whined.

"Minnie-ya," Na-PD spoke up. "Do you want to go again and dance with Dokyeom?"

She quickly shook her head. "No, thank you." Getting a laugh from each of the members, including the staff and producers.

[no thanks, i choose to keep my career and not have it taken away by one of my members]

-

[i felt so bad for them during this episode]

[but can we talk about how minnie and dokyeom pushed an entire car?! i salute them]

With the wind hitting the members' faces, it was hard to talk, but they still made the best out of it, just like they did with most situations. 

[they really had to film gose on one of the windiest days of the month outside on the street🫠]

Minnie was trapped in between Dokyeom and Dino, violently shaking her legs, hoping to create some kind of warmth as the small heaters in her pockets were almost not helping her at all.

[SOMEONE PLS WARM HER UP]

[i bet mingyu's arms would be warm enough🤭]

"What do you think, Minnie-ya?" Woozi suddenly called out for her, making her look up. "You've been really quiet so far." Commenting on the unusual lack of banter coming from the girl, especially with the topics the members were discussing.

"I-I'm really cold, I'm sorry," she explained, a somewhat smile on her face as her lips felt frozen.

Seungkwan rolled his eyes, "Suck it up then," unfazed by her statement.

[...]

[KICK HIM MINNIE]

"Yeah, we're all cold. You're nothing special," Vernon added, getting the girl to sulk into her chair as the rest of the guys started laughing.

['you're nothing special'😭]

[i have no words, they're just annoying hahah]

-

[EVERYTHING ABOUT THE GOSE SCHOOL EPISODES WAS PERFECTION]

[can we just agree on that?]

Minnie rushed to the door the directors were standing in front of, the cameras focused on the door that was closer to the blackboard in the room. She opened the sliding doors after knocking, only to find eleven pairs of wide eyes already looking at her. After a quick bow to the teacher at the front of the room, she introduced herself,

"Hello, sorry for-", but he didn't let her finish,

"The girl's classroom is two rooms down the hall." 

[PFF]

[bitch]

She looked at the man, slightly perplexed, "But- but this is classroom 17, right? I'm supposed to come here."

Soft whispers from the rest of the guys could be heard,

"Is that the new girl everybody's talking about?"

"Wow... she's really pretty."

[facts jeonghan🤝🏼]

"I heard she's French," "Oh wow, really?"

"No, I think she's British."

[I BET YOU this was exactly what was going on in the heads of the trainees when she came to pledis]

[everyone's a simp for minnie]

[her members included]

"Aha," he nodded his head slowly, still unsure of the female, "A girl in an all boys' class... interesting. I don't know how I should feel about that."

[i love how this was one of the things they were most critisised for at the beginning of their career]

[but it made them even more unique than they already were]

[and now they just make fun of everyone who ever said it was weird]

[BC LOOK AT THEM NOW🔥]

And became very stern unexpectedly, "Why are you late?!" 

Minnie flinched at the sudden change of attitude and tried holding in her laughter after closing the door behind her to take a seat at the closest seat in the last row, "I-I'm sorry, I'm-"

"No, you don't get to sit in the back! There's still a free spot right here," the teacher pointed to the first row, where an empty table stood, right in front of him.

"I'm pretty comfortable here-" Again, she got interrupted by him shaking his head,

"No, no, no," and motioned for her to come forward. She sighed, earning a warning glance from Mr Lee Soon-eung, shutting her up quickly, before sitting down in the middle seat in the first row. 

[he was using this role to his advantage in EVERY way possible hahah]

"You interrupted me calling attendance."

She bowed her head, "Oh, I'm sorry. Please," and extended her hands, "continue."

"You don't get to tell me what to do," the homeroom teacher shook his head, getting a chuckle from most of the boys in the room and making the girl find a camera to look into.

[pls tell me she beat him up after filming HAHAH]

He went on, calling out the names, "Lee Seokmin?", the student raised his hand and answered,

"Yes, Mr. Lee!"

"Ah," then he stopped, "There you are on the list. Number 10... Kim Minnie," his eyes found the girl's again.

"That's me," she raised her hand politely, a pretty smile on her lips.

"I know. That's what I just said," he continued.

"Right," Minnie whispered, nodding before mumbling to herself and the microphone attached to her, "He already hates me..."

[she was so done😭]

-

[THIS WAS GOLD]

[inse really gives us some of the best moments ever]

[before we had the pink venom moment during game caterer, we had this:]

"We have something very important to discuss, everyone." Hoshi's face took up the entirety of the camera's shot as he spoke in a low tone. 

The practice room was not yet occupied by every member, so the background noise was limited to a few people talking while the songs of their newest album 'Attacca' were playing. 

"There's a member. In this group." He let his fingers run through his hair, checking himself out in the viewfinder. "Who... we should interview today. And that member is right... there." As he turned around, he revealed Minnie's form, right next to Jun, as they were presumably caught up in a conversation that made both of them chuckle. 

[never could i have ever predicted what he was going to talk about]

With her back turned towards the performance unit's leader, the taller '96 Liner had to point behind her to make her look around.

"What?" She wondered as her eyes found Hoshi's already trained on her.

With a smug smile, he walked over to the girl, the camera following his every step. 

[THE SMILE OF A DEVIL]

[right there is were we see kwon 'younger brother' soonyoung energy]

"I just told them," he pointed at the lens filming them, "there's a member that we should interview today." The tiger threw his arm around her smaller frame. "Do you want to tell Carats something?"

[here we go]

"Me?" Unknowing about what he was talking about, Minnie glanced at him wide-eyed. "What should I want to tell them?"

"You know," Hoshi nodded, but the female member just continued to stare at him.

[oh no]

"But I don't," she simply told him.

After clearing his throat, he took a deep breath, looking back at the camera again. "Everyone... a few days ago, the new episode of Street Woman Fighter came out-"

"Ah, stop it!" With a swift move, Minnie got out of his hold, brushing his arm off her shoulders with a frown. Her voice echoed through the practice room.

[RUN MINNIE]

The '96 Liner gazed at her with a grin on his lips. "What?" He played innocent. "You don't even know what I wanted to say."

[OH PLS]

[you sneaky little bitch]

"Of course, I know!" She whined. "You guys have been teasing me about this all week!"

[OH NOOOOO]

[i can only imagine how bad it must've been for her oh god]

[i just wanna know who she watched it with]

[scoups? wonwoo and mingyu? PLS]

"That's not true," he tried to argue back.

Minnie scoffed, "Yes, it is."

"Anyways," he brushed it off. "Carats, in case you haven't seen it yet-"

With a shuff to his side, Hoshi was kicked out of view from the camera -the culprit being Minnie. "Of course, they've seen it by now. So, stop it."

[she's so whiny when she gets shy hahahah]

[cuuutiiieee]

"No, we should talk about it." The dancer stayed calm and put his focus back on the camera, but was interrupted by the girl's voice.

"Jun!" She called out with a pained chuckle. "Help me!" Her arms tightly wrapped around the '96 Liner's bicep, cuddling into the loose sleeves of his shirt.

[bestie pls help]

[come support]

"Don't drag me into this!" Jun tried to get out of her grip. The girl's surprised facial expression made him laugh.

[well done bestie]

"You said you liked the performance!" 

[OH]

[alright junie]

After the episode had aired, the members saw the choreography HolyBang had created for Jessi's new song 'Cold Blooded'. And let's just say... they didn't expect their female member to go ALL OUT.

"Ya!" the '96 Liner shouted out. "Don't say it like that, that makes it sound weird! I said you looked really confident and comfortable."

['confident and comfortable'🥹🥺]

[i'm gonna cry, he's so supportive]

"And I did," Minnie crossed her arms in front of her chest. Hoshi took a step closer to her. "I really liked our performance too."

[WE ALL LOVED IT TOO MINNIE]

[don't listen to those men]

"Then that's all that matters." 

[MIC DROP]

Was Jun's last comment before he disappeared, leaving, much to her dismay, the girl alone with their unit's leader again.

"Well," he started, "that's not really ALL that matters."

[hoshi pls😭]

"Yes, it is."

"Seungkwan-ah!" He directed his attention to the '98 Liner that had stopped in front of the mirror, now glancing towards the duo with wide eyes.

[oh no, he's getting the devil involved in this]

"Huh?"

The '96 Liner's arm was back around the shoulders of the girl.

"What did you think about Minnie in the last Street Woman Fighter episode? HolyBang's performance."

"Oh, you mean this?" Without a warning, Seungkwan bent over, putting his ass up in the air before doing circles by bending his knees. His butt on full view for the rest of the room.

[PLS]

[I ALMOST PISSED MYSELF]

[HE'S SO FUNNY FOR WHAT]

"Stoooop!" Minnie crouched over giggling while Hoshi was clapping along with the main vocalist's performance right in front of them, a big smile on his face.

"Why is Seungwan impersonating Minnie?" Vernon suddenly wondered as he walked up to the small group, only getting another round of laughter from each of the members.

[I CAN'T ANYMORE]

"Guys," with sniffles, as the girl had started tearing up from laughing, the female idol whined. "Why do you do this to me?"

[girl is literally crying 😭😂😭]

"Why are you showing your butt like this on TV?" Seungkwan confronted her with a strict voice.

[listen]

[he might be asking the real questions here]

[BUT DON'T KEEP HER FROM DOING IT]

[we need more adult girly minnie]

[like, YES GIRL, SHAKE THAT ASS]

[god gave you that for a reason yk]

"You're being mean!" She shouted back at him, getting him to mimic her mad facial expression. Minnie shook her head with a smile. "I just did what Hanee-unnie told me to do. And it looked good." She turned around. "I'm sure, Carats will agree," and winked at the camera.

[YES WE DO M'AM]

"Agree with what?" Dino appeared to her left, smiling innocently at the female member.

[keep his eyes covered pls save the maknae]

"That HolyBang's performance was good."

"The one from last week?" He wondered.

Minnie nodded. The maknae's smile dropped as he pressed his lips into a tight line. With slow steps, he started walking backwards. One step at a time. Slowly. His eyes never left Minnie, who had her mouth slightly agape.

[OH BOY WAS NOT IMPRESSED HAHAHAHA]

[the image of his noona just got RUINED]

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Before he could answer, the familiar loud voice of Seungkwan bounced off the walls as he stood in the middle of the room.

"Hey guys!" He called out as most of the members had gathered. "Who am I?" And once again, he repeated the dance move, putting his butt up extra high. 

[DUUUUUDE]

[they ain't letting it go. EVER]

The joined laughter from all of the members could be heard through the camera.

"Ah, Seungkwan-ah!" S.Coups had to stop his chuckle, his hand half covering his eyes. "We've seen enough of this. Don't remind us."

[big bro to the rescue]

"Yeah, once was enough," Wonwoo's deep chuckle was immediately recognizable.

[OH]

[WONWOO WAS NOT IMPRESSED EITHER?!]

[shook]

[i just got reminded that he's really possessive]

[nvm i take that 'shook' back]

[dude's too obvious]

Minnie just shook her head, the lens back on her. "Help me," she whispered. "Help. Me."

[GIRLY GET BEHIND ME]

"Minnie-ya!" Jeonghan suddenly called out. "You did well!"

[I'M GONNA CRY]

"Thank you!" The girl was quick to react, smiling brightly at the second oldest, who was resting on the bench they had put up against the wall. Joshua sent her a thumbs-up as well.

[THEY'RE SO CUTE]

Surprisingly, Minghao jumped into the camera's view, his arm embracing Minnie right away. "Yeah, don't listen to them." He reassured her before talking towards the camera. "We're all actually really proud of Minnie," the two '97 Liner nodded in chorus as the girl chuckled. 

[crying again]

[may we pls all be gifted with a minghao]

[how dare he be so cute and supportive]

"It was a bit of a surprise, but the performance was really good." 

[oh, the money i would pay to see all of the guys' reactions to the performance]

Another smile at her earned him a tight embrace, making him laugh as he tightened his embrace. 

[IF THEY EVER GET PULLED APART EVER AGAIN, I WILL RIOT]

[DO NOT SEPERATE MINNIE AND HAOHAO]

The moment was ruined once the camera caught the BooSeokSoon trio in the mirror, all repeating the iconic moves of HolyBang's performance to Cold Blooded. 

[ngl though]

[they kinda ate that up]

This was going to haunt her for quite a while.

[i'm so sorry minnie HAHA]

-

minnie as 'one of the boys'

[or in other words: the members forgetting that minnie is a girl and like half their size]

[tbh i don't even know if you could call it 'forgetting' or rather just ignoring that she's a girl]

[which, ngl, love it]

[like yes, sometimes you'd definitely need to consider it, like whenever they talk about showering together and what not bc let‘s leave that to the melons prison times😂]

[but like... with everything else]

[those dudes do NOT give a single fuck]

[they either treat her like a bro or like a princess, there's literally no in between, AND I AM HERE FOR IT]

[she really gets the best of both worlds?]

[she's been one of the dudes since day one, and we have content to prove it:]

Mingyu surprised the rest of the group when he suddenly showed up, carrying Minnie in his arms.

[a queen should never walk, and that's on period💅🏼]

"What are you doing?" Woozi couldn't help but laugh as he eyed the two friends. The female trainee was tightly clinging onto the neck of her fellow '97 Liner.

[although, she does look like she ain't enjoying this even one bit]

"He's gonna drop me!" She whined out loud, re-securing her grip.

The boy shook his head, "No, I won't," before turning to the older member. "I wanted to see how long I could carry her for. She's really light, I think I could do this forever."

[did he just brag about his strength or compliment her body?]

[slay i guess]

Minnie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, alright... but I won't let you, so can you please put me down?"

[back then she wasn't taking advantage of it just yet]

[and then you watch in the soop and she's being carried around literally EVERYWHERE hahahah]

"Wait!" Aprubtly, Soonyoung rushed towards them, away from the conversation he was having with Chan. "I want to try to carry her too!"

[this seems like such a dude thing]

['i'm strong too, let me show you]

"Noo, why?" Ignoring her whine, Mingyu crouched down slightly as the older member had his arms already extended. They switched quickly, with Minnie having to loosen her grasp around the taller member's neck slowly, one hand leaving his skin first, only to switch onto Soonyoung's neck. As soon as her body was fully in the dancer's arms, he started bouncing her up and down, making her chuckle, but a frown was still evident on her face.

[annoying ass]

[KICK HIM MINNIE]

"No! Hyung, please!" Tightening her grip once again.

"Woah, she's really light!" 

[so you think i'm skinnyyyyy]

The '96 Liner commented, carrying her towards the middle of the room when the other members got closer to them.

Dokyeom got to her legs and started holding onto them. "Should we try throwing her up?" He suddenly asked.

[dude...]

[can they be any more bro-like?]

[like who even thinks of that?!]

[boys. that's who.]

A round of laughter and applause filled the room, "OOOH YES!", "Let's try it!" The whines of the girl were overheard by the boys as they gathered around her, each placing their hands on her back and legs.

[she was so helpless, oh god😭]

"Guys, no! Please, you're gonna drop me!" She shouted out, a nervous chuckle falling from her lips, not helping how scared she actually was.

[i would literally be screaming at the top of my lungs]

"We're not gonna drop you," Wonwoo tried to assure her, but it wasn't helping in the slightest.

[yeah alright, move over loverboy]

"Minnie," Vernon spoke up, "You have to let go of Soonyoung's neck."

"No!" She argued back while the older member was already moving his head around, trying to loosen her grip on him. Seungkwan got up behind him, his hands working on the girl's fingers that were intertwined.

[also: the staff? didn't care. not one bit.]

"Come on, Minnie, trust us," he chuckled as he pulled her hands apart.

"Ey, please, guys," she covered her face, still trying to get out of their hold. For some reason, even though she was scared to the bone, she couldn't help but chuckle.

[the nervous laugh is so real]

[like what else are you gonna do?]

Together, the guys lowered themselves slightly, bending their knees.o

"Alright, everyone!" Soonyoung called out. "On three!"

"No, stop!"

[panic]

"One! Two! Three!" As soon as the last number fell from his lips, the guys pushed their knees back up straight, extended their arms, and managed to throw the girl up into the air. Minnie's scream echoed through the room, still ringing in their ears once she fell back into their arms.

[it looks kinda fun]

[but jeez, i'd be pissing myself from fear]

"One more time! Higher!" It was Mingyu's turn. "One!"

"STOP!" The girl's exclamation was ignored - possibly because she was still laughing along with them.

"Two! Three!" And once again, the eleven members threw her up, only that this time, they underestimated their strength as the girl had to reach out with her hands, so her face wouldn't hit the ceiling.

[i actually would've died]

"OH!" A round of exclaims came from the boys as they were surprised by the sudden sound her hands made once they hit the hard material. 

[THEY LITERALLY THROUGH HER AGAINST THE CEILING]

Hastily, they tried to catch her again and lower her onto the floor. She caught them off-guard when she suddenly started to laugh.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Vernon was the first to ask her, followed by Chan who got down on his knees.

"Noona, did you hurt yourself?"

"Are you okay?"

After taking a deep breath in, Minnie pushed away all the upper bodies that were now way too close to her face, for some reason still softly chuckling.

[how tf she can laugh in this moment, i don't know]

[i would be crying and running home]

"I told you guys to stop!" She was still trying to catch her breath, as she pushed herself up from the floor, Dokyeom trying to help her.

Seungkwan, Vernon, and Chan had taken a step back and watched her with wide eyes, fear written all across their faces.

Dokyeom lowered his head to meet her eyes as she fixed her hair. "Did you get hurt?"

"No," the girl shook her head. "I'm okay."

For a quick moment, the entire room fell quiet, only for Mingyu to break it again.

"Alright! Let's do it again!" Getting cheers from the others in return.

But the female trainee was already running away, her screams disappearing behind the door.

[BYE BYE]

-

"Jihoon has never had a girlfriend. Ever."

Vernon, Seungkwan, Jihoon, and Minnie were together cramped in the small room with muffled walls, that was right next to their practice room. The youngest one was talking to the camera.

[they're literally babies, I CAN'T]

"He doesn't even have friends that are girls."

[RUDE?!]

With furrowed brows, the girl turned to her right, glaring at the English-speaking member.

"And what am I then?" She wondered, making Vernon's head shoot in her direction.

[facts]

"Hm?"

"I'm friends with Jihoon," she explained, "And I'm a girl."

[you tell him girl]

"Oooh, yeah right," the young rapper nodded. "I keep forgetting that, I'm sorry."

[explain to me why i find this kinda edearing]

[she's so close with them and they're just enjoying their time together and do not give a shit about gender]

[#oneoftheboys]

His comment made the '96 Liner laugh and lean forward, giving the girl the perfect opportunity to grab the notebook from the table in front of her and whack Vernon across the head with it. The youngest groaned with a chuckle, his hand reaching for the back of his head.

[idk why but seeing minnie mad like that is so funny for no reason HAHAHA]

[she looks so cute, but then she just whips out a freaking notebook and hits you with it]

To his defence came Seungkwan, who snatched the notebook out of her grip, only to hit her with it as well. He added about twice the amount of strength, letting the sound of it hitting her skin ring through their ear.

She turned around, trying to regain the pieces of paper, but the younger member pulled back with a sheepish smile plastered on his face.

-

The girl's high-pitched giggles filled the room with joy as Chan joined her laughter while she ran around in circles, carrying him on her back.

[minnie is the best big sister ever and i will fight anyone who says otherwise]

[even in the melon prison, they were so happy🥺🥹]

"Noona, can you jump with me on your back?" The maknae wondered. 

[CHANIE]

[YOU LITTLE CUTIE]

Minhee didn't need to be asked twice as instead of answering him, she tried to do exactly that. Less of a jump and more of a gallop got another round of giggles from the trainees, making the girl continue doing the action.

After only a few seconds, the female member started breathing heavier than before as she slowed down.

"This is more exhausting than I thought," she commented as she lowered herself onto her knees, letting Chan get easily off her back. Minnie laid down on her stomach, her arms by her side as she enjoyed relaxing on the floor.

"Noona!" The youngest, still as excited as ever, threw himself onto her back, getting a groan from the older girl in return. "You're so much stronger than I expected." Making the girl chuckle.

[🥹]

[crying]

"Yeah, it surprised me too."

[minnie bulking up? let's gooo]

"Are we cuddling?" Seokmin's loud voice echoed through the room as he saw the two lying on the floor. 

[BABY]

[HE ASKED IF THEY WERE CUDDLING]

[STOP]

Without waiting for an answer, he copied the maknae and threw himself onto the two the same way. This time, a second groan came from the youngest.

[i mean, at this point, the ppor girl]

[come on guys]

Before any of them could rake themselves up again, the next trainee followed - Seungkwan.

Minhee moaned out in pain. "Guys, I'm still underneath all of you."

[hi, pls, help me]

Then came Mingyu, who let himself fall back onto the mass of his friends, his back hitting the '98 Liner's.

[this would've been my last straw]

Wonwoo decided to go next, slightly jumping up, so he could be at the very top.

[and there comes the next]

A chorus of moans filled the room.

"Guys," Seungcheol rushed over to the hill of people, ready to push them off. "Come on, guys, you're crushing Minhee." 

[thank you]

[THANK. YOU.]

[poor girl was about to see the light with all of that weight on her]

The younger members quickly reacted and got off again, one after the other, releasing the blockage of air the girl had experienced.

"You're all so much heavier than her," Joshua came towards them as he laughed at the antics of his fellow trainees. 

[aaaaand seventeen's gentleman back in the game]

He crouched down, his hand reaching out to help Minhee get up once she had rolled onto her back.

"Ugh," she groaned as she pulled herself up with the help of Jisoo's grip. "Thank you, Josh."

-

[what happens in the melona prison, stays in the melona prison]

[this too]

[although, i have to admit, i'm pretty convinced they would still do this]

Nine of the members had their arms tightly interlocked with each other as they lay on the floor in two separate rows. The six others were on their feet and trying to pull the other trainees apart. Somehow, Seungcheol had managed to tear away Wonwoo and Minhee from the rest of the chain as those two were clinging onto each other the tightest.

"Let go!" The oldest's shout was filled with laughter as he tucked on the '96 Liner's legs.

[can you imagine getting pulled away with cheol's strength]

[i'm convinced he could rip out an arm]

Mingyu saw his struggle and was quick to rush to his help, getting a hold of the girl's legs. With her starting to kick like a fanatic, it was hard for him to hold his grasp, sighing in relief once he got her loose pants's leg.

"Mingyu!" She called out. "You're taking off my pants!"

[smh]

"Then let go!" He argued back.

[WHAT KIND OF ANSWER EVEN IS THAT]

[mingyu, how about you try to use less strength on a girl that's two heads smaller than you]

Minhee started kicking her legs again, hoping the boy wouldn't accidentally expose her underwear and naked legs.

[i love how her number one defence mechanism, after throwing random shit, is kicking them]

[bc same]

"Cheol-hyung! He's gonna take off my clothes!" She shouted out for the oldest member, who looked up at the '97 Liners.

[and just when she thought big bro cheol would come to the rescue]

"Stop kicking, then we can pull you guys apart!" 

[he pulls this...] 

He surprised the female trainee with his answer, originally hoping for his support. She was caught off guard as she was still busy trying to keep her pants up when she suddenly felt an emptiness by her arm. Looking to her side, she found Wonwoo an arms-length away from her.

[and there goes her other half]

"No, hyung!" Minhee laughed as she tried to sit up and stand up completely, but instead, she felt another tug on her leg. Before she could react, the floor was already being swiffered with her body. Mingyu's evil laughter rang through her ears as Dokyeom joined in. His hands wrapped around right arm while the rapper still had his grip on her left leg. 

[they were EVIL]

[how tf is she supposed to defend herself against THAT]

Helping pleas and giggles from the only female trainee filled the room, but went ignored as the guys started adding to the laughter. The other members who were already separated decided to just sit on the floor and watch the '97 Liner group with big smiles on their faces.

[no helping hand in sight]

[love it]

-

[going from the melona prison, to even more public on camera]

[oh, you thought they'd stop once they became famous? hell no.]

The members were lined up in front of the pool, all ready for their sign-off towards the camera on the other side.

"Seventeen!" Jeonghan started them off, with the rest of the members following him. "TTT!"

Minnie was about to turn around and walk away when she suddenly felt two strong arms wrapping around her torso. Mingyu had her tight in his embrace as he turned her to the side, his mischievous giggle right next to her ear.

[here we go again]

[how she managed to survive stuff like this for 10+ years now, with no broken bones, i'll never understand]

"Let go of me!" She shouted, but Seungcheol had already grabbed her legs, lifting them up. The girl tried to kick him away from her, "NO!" 

But before she could do much, the two strongest members of the group had already started rocking her body back and forth by the side of the pool. 

[how is this fair ...]

[like bffr, at least give her a chance ...]

On three, they let go of her, letting Minnie disappear underneath the surface, her scream muffled by the water. All of the members stared at the pool with their mouths agape.

[bc they really had to THROW her]

[they couldn't have just pushed her in the pool, no they literally had to throw her up in the air, to make her entire body turn]

With a gasp, she came back up to grasp for air, her hands running over her face as she tried to free it from her hair.

"You idiots!" She cursed at them with a giggle, but the guys were already on the floor, clutching their stomachs, trying to control their laughter.

-

[THIS]

[i would've left]

[i'm telling you as it us]

[no contract renewal bc of this betrayal]

For a good five minutes, Seugnkwan, Minnie, and Mingyu were hurdled up in the stairwell of the warehouse. They had yet to open the doors and enter the corridor that would officially lead them into the horror house the Going Seventeen staff had set up. The rapper had already tried once but as soon as one of the killers crossed his eyes, he closed the door again right away.

"Ok," the '98 Liner took a deep breath. "Noona, you go first."

[what a gentleman]

Her head whipped in his direction. "What?! Why me?"

But the younger member just shrugged.

"Please, Minnie-ya," Mingyu practically begged her. With her mouth slightly agape, she glared at both of her members.

[DUDE, YOU'RE 6FT2, FUCKING ACT LIKE IT]

"Are you- you know what, alright." She brushed their fear off of her and opened the door, not able to see the little claps the two did in celebration of getting her to go in first.

[i can definitely tell that if she hadn't agreed to it, they would've just pushed her in through the door]

-

The three had just managed to run away from the first few killers they had encountered and were now stuck in a dark room. Mingyu had closed the door as they all rushed to the very end of the room, trying to get as far away as possible.

Minnie couldn't help but continue her giggle that had started once she was being chased.

[for now she's laughing🙃]

"Why are you laughing?" The rapper hissed at her in a whisper, clearly shaken up by the situation.

At his reaction, the girl crumbled over, her hands falling to her knees as she laughed out loud. Then she pointed at the youngest of them.

"Look at him," chuckling at the crying expression Seungkwan held. 

[OLDER SISTER BEHAVIOR]

[she's literally making fun of him while he's almost having a mental breakdown, what😂😭]

He was quick to switch to a neutral face, glaring at the girl before lifting his hand, and threatening her with a slap on the back of her head, making her slightly flinch.

[some members need to learn how to fight back just like seungkwan does]

[not looking at anyone in particular👀]

Before she could react back to him, the door unexpectedly opened, revealing one of the killers with the light-up mask, catching the three idols off-guard. Subconsciously, the two male members, grabbed the girl by her arms, trying to hide behind her much smaller frame.

"What?! I'm gonna-" the '98 Liner tried to toughen up. "You've been waiting for a long time, right?" 

[don't even try seungkwan💀]

[don't even]

Minnie tried to free herself of their grip on her shoulders but was unable to do so. Once the killer started to get closer, the three moved together in synch, further away from him, along the wall, towards the opposite corner of the room.

[they were CLUTCHING onto her for dea life, jesus, let a girl breathe]

One quick look towards the door showed them the next killer that had shown up, the killer clown.

"Oh, what?!" Mingyu cried out, clutching tighter onto the girl's arms. She continued to brush his hands off her. 

[not impressed]

Seungkwan's scared whines echoed through the room and hallways, only adding to the thrill of the situation they were put in. The masked killer was to their left, slowly getting closer, while the clown decided to stay by the door.

As if the guys had made a pact, with one push to the left, Seungkwan and Mingyu threw the girl right into the killer's chest, leaving everyone not involved in their action in shock. The two rushed out of the room, leaving the girl alone.

[I'M SO DONE]

[THEY CANNOT BE FFR]

[DID THEY REALLY JUST THROW HER LIKE THAT?! yes they did]

"Are you kidding me?!" She shouted out as the man made sure she stood up straight, his arms that had caught her now back relaxed by his body. "They really just did that...," she shook her head in disbelief, mumbling under her breath. A comforting pat on the shoulder made her look up. 

[they were so sweet 😭😭]

[scary horror killers that have a soft spot for minnie]

[don't we all]

The actor of the killer was looking at her while his free hand pointed at the door. The clown had copied his motion, showing her the way out.

"Are you letting me go?" She wondered, her fingers running through her hair to straighten it out.

She got a nod in return.

"Because those idiots left me here to die?"

Another nod.

"Thank you," Minnie sent them a tight smile.

[SO SWEET]

After a quick exchange of looks with each of the killers, Minnie sprinted out of the room, the actors waiting a few seconds before rushing after her.

[and back to killing]

[btw still mad they all made it out, minnie should've left them there]

-

[i just have one thing to say: i want to go on vacation with them]

[i am BEGGING]

Woozi, Dokyeom, Joshua, Dino, Wonwoo, and Hoshi were still focused on their water game, passing the ball around in the circle they had formed. Vernon had gotten out of the pool, leaving Minnie alone on one of the floaties. 

[they were so unbothered in this scene, i love them for that]

The floating pineapple pool mattress gave her the perfect opportunity to rest on her back and close her eyes, just listening to her other members playing their game.

[how she can be so quiet and unbothered while they are literally shouting and being as loud as possible is still a mystery to me]

[it's like her superpower almost]

Her fellow '97 Liner noticed her still form, not having moved for at least fifteen minutes. The game came to a halt as he ushered the guys into a smaller circle, exchanging whispers and chuckles between them. 

[this isn't gonna end well]

Shortly after, the maknae made his way over to the girl as carefully and slowly as possible. The sudden quietness made the girl slightly suspicious, opening her eyes to see what was going on. 

[oh oh]

She noticed the movement. She pushed herself up, and her eyes fell on the youngest of the group.

[got ya bitch]

"What are you doing?" But she got no verbal answer other than a sinister giggle.

The members were already waiting in position, all on one half on the floatie when Hoshi started counting to three with his fingers. 

[bye minnie]

The girl caught on to their prank. “Wait! Wait, guys!" As quickly as she tried to move away, Minnie was still too slow.

Once he held up three fingers in the air, the guys put their hands underneath the mattress and lifted it easily, throwing her into the water, her scream getting muffled underneath the surface.

[...]

[girl just wanted to relax]

[and this is what she gets]

[no quiet day for seventeen ever]

With proud claps and hollers, the guys cheered on themselves as the girl got back up, her hands immediately pushing her hair out of her face.

[how proud they are of themselves 😭]

"What the hell was that for, you idiots!" She laughed out loud. Before any of them said something back, Hoshi started splashing her frantically with water, making her turn around and hide her face. The rest of them quickly joined in, all attacking her with splashes.

[AND THEN THIS]

"GUYS!" She continuously shouted, all covered by laughter from each member inside the pool.

[LET HER BREATH, jesus]

When they finally stopped, she turned back around towards them, glancing at each of them with a small smile on her face.

"I hate you all." Getting a chuckle from each of them. 

[yeah yeah]

[you love them, we know it]

They were about to get back to their game when Minnie suddenly attacked Dokyeom by jumping on his back, catching him off-guard and slightly stumbling back. In return, he let himself fall backwards, taking her down with him, both laughing all the way.

Once they got back up, they were separated again, and as if both had agreed on the next move, together they started attacking the person next to them with water - the victim being Woozi.

With no warning, Minnie was suddenly lifted up by Hoshi, who just threw her back into the water. She was quick to come back up to the surface to start splashing him right away. The '96 Liner got support from the youngest, joining in to attack the female member. She, in return, got help from Wonwoo, who had joined her side and started helping her. 

[this was all just so chaotic]

[i love them all]

-

The next emotion for their SVTSIDE OUT episode was anger and Seungcheol started it all when he suddenly shouted out loud, his deep growl too close to Minnie's ear. In return, the girl pushed him harshly away from her.

"What is wrong with you?! Don't scream like that!"

[only minnie is brave enough to do this to cheol]

Instead of a verbal answer, S.Coups grabbed her arm and threw her onto the soft part of the trampoline they were standing on. 

[A FULL SLAM]

[LIKE DUDE]

[come on bro]

[don't do this to her]

[i was so shocked hahahah]

With a heavy huff, she landed on the ground, but before she could get up, the '95 Liner had already started jumping around, making her body bounce off of the stretchy fabric. The members came to his help, using the strength of their knees as they made the female member unable to stand up.

[no mercy]

"Stay down!" Dokyeom shouted at her, to which she couldn't help but giggle when she screamed back at him.

[none at all]

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Somehow, Minnie managed to get onto her wobbly legs, only for Joshua to throw his arm around her shoulder and pull her down with him. While he chuckled, the girl groaned, squirming around as she tried to get away from him

"Get off me, you wannabe wrestler!"

[WANNABE WRESTLER 💀]

-

her actions speak for themselves 

[you better bet i'm putting in another scene from street woman fighter]

The nine women of HolyBang had gathered in their green room, waiting for further instructions as they got comfortable on the sofa and chairs. Some of them had already turned to their phones, while others had started talking to each other.

"Who do you guys think are gonna be the strongest rivals?" Belle suddenly asked the rest of the members.

Hertz shrugged, her eyes glued to the screen in her hands. "I don't really care, we're strong anyway, we shouldn't worry too much about that."

[PERIOD GIRL]

[i love how confident they were]

[gotta teach me their way, please]

"Oh," Minnie chuckled nervously, "I was ready to say YGX, but that's gonna sound really insecure now."

[GIRLY😭]

"Yeah, don't say it, please," the older woman chuckled. "Let's stay confident."

[facts]

A sudden laugh surprised the women. Honey J was hunched over on her chair.

"What?" Taro wondered, chuckling at her leader.

The older women pointed at the youngest of them all. "I just love how Minnie is sitting like the most confident dude, but wanted to talk about being scared of the other groups."

[well, who do you think she got that from]

And she wasn't wrong. Minnie had her knees wide apart, her back half on the seating cushions on the sofa while only her head and shoulders leaned against the backrest.

[SHE DOES]

"Oh," she chuckled, "Sorry," and pushed herself up immediately, straightening her back.

"No, no, no," the older woman reached out to her. "You should look relaxed. It makes you seem more confident, that's good."

[and that's why she's perfect]

[WE LOVE YOU HONEY J]

"Fake it 'till you make it," Belle nudged Minnie's shoulder as she repeated a phrase she had recently learned from the younger girl, getting a giggle out of her.

-

[yes, another game caterer moment]

[i loved these episodes just too much alright]

[can you blame me?!]

The members had just changed into the basketball jerseys the staff had provided for them and were making their way onto the field. The weather was slightly cooler than expected, so Minnie had put on a long-sleeved shirt underneath. Each jersey seemed to have come in the same size as her white one was almost reaching her knees.

The guys had started throwing the ball around randomly, each of them trying to get it into the net. 

"Minnie-shi?" Na-PD called out for her, making the girl turn around towards the cameras. "Didn't they give you pants? Do you want some sweatpants?" He kindly wondered, two staff members behind him already standing up.

[okay but can we talk about how sweet he is?!]

[i mean, the entire staff seems amazing]

[but i love this man so much]

Without thinking twice, the girl suddenly pulled up her jersey, revealing the black biker shorts she had put on. 

[WITH NO WARNING]

The action surprised the staff members as they gasped and quickly turned their heads, as they had thought she was still without any piece of clothing on her legs.

"Minnie-shi!" 

[their life literally just flashed right in front of their eyes]

[jesus christ minnie HAHAHAH]

[💀💀]

This time, the members' attention was also turned towards the staff, their eyes though on the girl who chuckled,

"What?"

"We thought you weren't wearing anything underneath," another female staff member explained, joining in laughing at the moment they had shared.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" She giggled, scrunching over as laughter took over her body.

[don't scare them like that girl]

"What?" The leader suddenly came forward, switching gazes between the staff and the girl. "What's going on?" 

[protective bro is back]

Still confused when Minnie leaned on him for support, the laughter coming from her and the people behind the camera still filling his ear. 

"What happened?" Now it was Hoshi's time to ask.

[protective bro #2]

"I-" the female member tried to explain through her giggles. "They- They thought I wasn't wearing anything under the shirt, so I showed them." She repeated the action, catching some of the members off-guard as well as S.Coups, who was quick to reach out, pulling her jersey back down again.

[HE REACTED SO QUICKLY]

[like, how many times has this happened before that he just reacts within AN INSTANT]

"No! I'm wearing the biker shorts." Minnie pulled the jersey up, revealing her choice of pants. "But they weren't expecting it."

A slap on her shoulder made her turn to the side. Vernon's bright smile was shining at her, his uncontrollable laughter only making hers start again too.

[supportive younger bro that finds everything you do hilarious]

[love him]

"Oh," Seungcheol chuckled as he shook his head. "Don't do it like that," he scolded her, gently nudging her shoulder as she was still laughing with the '98 Liner.

[pls scold me like that coups]

-

[everything about this game was so chaotic]

The game was at full speed, with Mingyu, Dokyeom and Joshua from the white team on the field, while Minnie, Jun, Dino, and S.Coups were sat on the bleachers.

DK tried to pass the ball to his fellow '97 Liner, but Wonwoo, who only shortly before got switched in, blocked Mingyu and the ball fell outside of the field's line.

"Wow," the girl commented with a nod, the '96 Liner clearly better than expected.

The deep voice from the PD behind her made her jump. "Minnie just said 'wow'!" Letting the rest of the crew and idol group know. Her head shot back to the older man.

[snitch]

"Wait, what?! 'Wow'?! Because of 'wow'?!"

[fr hahah]

"Minnie-ya!" The leader to her left punched her shoulder, making her wince slightly.

[a punch from coups really must leave a bruise]

[dude is STRONG]

The maknae next to her put his hand on her upper arm. "Noona," he spoke softly, to which the girl turned back around, her eyes immediately on him. "It's 'woah'. 'Wow' really is English." He explained with a tight smile, but Minnie could only groan out loud.

[PLS HE'S ADORABLE]

['noona' will forever be my favourite word from him🥺]

"YA!" From the field came Mingyu's deep voice. "Minnie-ya, get over here!" His right hand had a tight grip on the basketball.

[RUN GIRL]

[RUN]

The girl stood up with her arms crossed. 

[she was SO ready to fight ...]

[the confidence she built up over the years to be ready to fight a 6ft2 man should be studied bc this is insane]

Before she could say anything, a strong arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her down. Seungcheol held her in a tight lock.

[and here we go]

[you're supposed to be the protective bro, wtf is this coups]

"Let go of me!" She shouted out, holding onto his arm, trying to open it, so she could escape.

[big bro taking advantage of his strength, smh]

"Do you promise not to speak English anymore?" He asked her, laughing at her trying to fight his strength.

[😭]

[he's literally enjoying this 🥲]

"I didn't even know 'wow' wasn't Korean! How the hell am I supposed to know that?!"

She was freed very suddenly, her hair all over the place as she took a deep breath before falling back to the bleachers with a huff.

[you got this minnie]

[i believe in you]

The leader nudged her shoulder. "No, stand up and go in. Dokyeom's gonna go out."

With that, she pushed herself off the benches and switched positions with DK but before the game started, Mingyu walked up to her, the basketball still in his possession. Thanks to her back being turned towards him, she couldn't see his form coming closer. Once he was right behind her, he held the ball up, letting it drop onto her head from a short distance, just to tap it, not to actually hurt her.

[pls kick him]

The girl flinched with a surprised expression and turned around, finding the mischievous grin of her fellow '97 Liner.

"You deserved that."

-

As Minnie decided to stay out of the game, she was sitting next to Woozi on one of the stools provided by the Game Caterer staff. Seungcheol had joined them after losing his challenge and having to eat four pieces of lemon. Now it was Jeonghan's turn to sit down next to them, a cup filled with his own amount of lemon pieces in his hands.

The singer took one of the slices and bit into it, an instant groan tumbling from his lips.

Minnie turned her head. "Give me some," the girl held out her hand. "I can help you eat them."

"Isn't that cheating?" He wondered, making the girl chuckle.

[COMING FROM YOU?!]

"Since when do you care about that?" To which he nodded, taking one lemon piece out of the cup and handed it over to her.

[fr hahahah]

With ease, the female idol bit into it, sucking the juice out first, before ripping the lemon's flesh from the peel, jewing on it as she put the rest of it back into the paper cup.

With shock written across his face, Jeonghan gazed at her. "You don't think it's sour?"

Minnie shrugged. "I don't mind it. I really like it."

[hell yeah]

"What do you like?" Seungcheol's head popped up as he leaned back to glance past Woozi's frame to look at the girl.

"Sour lemon. Do you want me to help you with yours too?"

"You want to eat my lemons?" He wondered, slightly surprised by her request.

The '97 Liner nodded and reached out, holding out her empty palm to the leader, who placed one piece on it.

"Give me two," she stated, to which she got another slice. With a grin, she sat back straight and enjoyed chewing on the citrus fruit.

Seungcheol sighed. "Woah, I didn't know you became that much of a cheater."

[well]

[who do you think taught her that 🫣]

With a proud grin, Jeonghan patted her knee, leaning forward a slight bit to get a look at the leader. "I taught her well," he commented before his hand ran over her long hair.

[HE'S SO PROUD OF THAT]

[jeonghan is just so happy he got another member on his cheat agenda hahah]

-

but at the end of the day, they love and care for her

[as much as i love them for their sibling energy]

[and them making fun of minnie]

[and teasing the shit out of her]

[I AM SO SOFT FOR THEIR CUTE MOMENTS]

[like look at this]

"Noona!" Seungkwan's voice made the girl turn around from the conversation she was having with Jun about the Harry Potter Lego set he had just won. The game the Na-PD and the rest of the Game Caterer producers had prepared was over and everyone was free to take the presents that didn't get picked in the first place.

Minnie walked up to the younger member who had called out for her.

"What is it?"

His hand reached out, holding a few of the pebble snacks he had taken for himself. "Eat this."

The female member shook her head. "No, thank you-"

"You haven't eaten much today yet, take this." He grabbed her hand and put each snack piece into her palm.

[when i tell you i teared up?!]

"Seungkwan-ah, only a few."

"No, take all of them." He answered back, brushing off her comment. 

[he wasn't having it]

[TAKE IT AND EAT IT]

With full hands, she turned back around and stopped by Jun again as she put one pebble into her mouth.

"Do you want some?" She asked the taller member.

For a second, he looked down at her hands before shaking his head. "No, you should eat them. Thank you, though." Giving her back a comforting pat.

[🥹]

-

The members were standing in the 'living room' of their dorm, looking up and speaking into the camera that was being held up by Joshua. 

Once Hoshi and Dokyeom finished their sign-off, they disappeared into another room, making room for Jeonghan, who had been hiding behind Joshua. He was just about to say something as his mouth opened, but the sudden appearance of the female trainee from around the corner made his eyes light up.

"Oh, Minnie-ya, come here for a second!" The older of the two called out for the girl. With a smile on her face, she crossed the floor and walked up to the '95 Liners as they broke apart, leaving a space in between them for her. 

[BABIES]

[they look so young, oh my god]

Jeonghan raised one of his arms to welcome her, making her look straight into the camera.

"Today is a very special day for Minnie-ya. Do you want to tell them why?" He asked her, making a shy grin appear on her lips.

[he literally looks like a proud mom]

[🥺😭]

[somebody get me tissues pls]

She turned her head to look at him.

"Do you mean the test?" She softly wondered, getting an encouraging nod from the member in return.

"Oh, well," her lips curled up even more. "Today I had to take a Korean language test, and I passed."

"Don't just say you passed!" Jeonghan whined at the younger girl. "Because you passed extremely well." He turned to the camera, "She got all the points, guys."

[SUPPORTIVE AF]

Minnie nodded, her hands clutching onto each other. "Yeah... I'm now officially a B2 Korean speaker."

[slayyy]

"Is that the highest ranking?" Joshua wondered, turning his head towards her.

"No, it's like levels. B2 means I can speak it well enough to hold up more complicated conversations, but I still don't know specific words and... terminology. That would be C1. And then C2 is that you speak it like it's your first language," she explained.

[our smart girly👑]

Jeonghan nodded, "But you've been here for four years already, so you'll be at C1 very soon. And then C2," he patted her head, getting a smile from her in return before she waved into the camera and disappeared again.

[pls i need somebody to be this supportive of me too]

"She's really smart with languages. I don't think even I would be at a C1 or B2 level now," Joshua admitted. The older '95 Liner couldn't help but chuckle.

"Learning new languages seems really easy for her. But she also worked very hard and studied a lot for this test."

[yes pls praise her even more guys]

"That's true," the Korean-American agreed, smiling into the camera. "Everyone, please congratulate Minnie."

[!!!]

-

The team had just scored another point at the foot volleyball match they were playing. The big white walls were shining brightly in the background of the studio they had rented for the Going Seventeen episode. After celebrating the added point, Minghao passed the ball to the opposite team.

"No, no, it's ours," Jeonghan told him, but it had already gone over the net.

With his foot, Mingyu hit the ball to land in the other team's half, but he underestimated the strength he had put into the pass. The ball flew over the net, right to where Minnie was looking down at her pants, straightening out the creases, not realising the ball was getting dangerously close to her head.

Dino was quick to react as he rushed to stop in front of her, smacking the ball away from her before it could hit her face. The girl flinched up, her wide eyes glancing around the room. 

The members wooed their maknae as he ran a hand through his hair, proud of the scene he had created. 

[PLS]

[DINO]

[the confident boost omg]

Their claps bounced off the walls before they got interrupted by Seungcheol's voice.

"Ya! Mingyu-ya, be careful," scolding the younger member.

[exactly]

[go cheol go defend her!]

Minnie glanced at her fellow '97 Liner. "That was you?"

He quickly bowed after nodding. "My bad."

[cutie]

With a smug smile, Dino let his jacket fall from his shoulder, looking at the girl, who started giggling at his antics.

She patted his shoulder, "Alright, you got your Drama moment." 

[KDRAMA MOMENT HAHAHAHA YES]

[i need to be friends with her, pls god]

To which maknae started laughing out loud, his arms wrapping around the female member.

-

With the cameras placed around the dorm, the viewers of The Manager were able to see each room the Seventeen members lived in.

Minnie was standing in front of the mirror in the living room, holding up different bottoms in front of her legs. She had two pairs of pants and a skirt in her hold. 

"How does the skirt look with this top?" She turned to Wonwoo who was sitting on his makeshift bed in the corner, and Seungcheol who had found a place on the floor.

[i love how the members probably could not care less about this but she still wanted their opinion]

The '96 Liner lifted his head up from looking at his phone screen.

"It's really short. I'm not sure you should wear that."

[protective mode activated]

Before Minnie could say anything, their leader took the word. "You shouldn't." 

[HIS VOICE]

[deep ass voice cheol is my biggest weakness]

He got a roll of her eyes in return, making him sigh as he pushed himself up. "It's also way too cold for that. You're gonna get sick."

[minnie is so much stronger than me bc i would obey to his every word]

[but girl was NOT having it]

"I asked you how it looks, not what I should and should not wear. I can decide that for myself," the girl snapped at the older members, mostly directing her comment at the '95 Liner as he stopped in his tracks right next to her.

[OH OKAY]

[and that's on period]

[biggest slay]

[but talking back to scoups 🫣]

[that's pure bravery]

"I'm only telling you my opinion," he stated, his voice still laced with tiredness as he had just woken up. "Do you think I would give you advice like that if it wasn't meant well for you?" 

[STOP CHEOL]

[YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY]

His question made the girl shut her mouth. Without another word, she turned around and walked back into her room. She came back out wearing a pair of black pants.

[the power 'coups holds is absolutely insane]

-

After Youngji took another big sip of her glass, she let it hit the table again. A big sigh fell from her lips.

"But for real," she started, "I really like all of your members. I was nervous when I first met them, but they really are... something else."

[she's such a fangirl, i love it]

Minnie nodded, her mouth still full from the rice cake she was eating.

"I know. I always say that... I really do think that all of them are gentlemen. Because," she cleared her throat. "When we debuted, Joshua was known as 'the gentleman of seventeen' but in reality, all of them are really really nice. And like gentlemen."

[i will cry]

[like rn]

[the fact that she even says it]

[this means so much to me]

[they love each other so much]

"Even when they punch you?" Youngji laughed along with her question as she remembered one of the stories Minnie had told her.

[YOUNGJI HAHAH]

The '97 Liner joined her. "Even then! Mingyu even threw me into a wall once when we were trainees, but that's just what you're like with people you're comfortable with and like." 

[?!]

[their stories will forever haunt me]

[like what do you mean he threw you into a wall and you just go 'alright' ...]

She ended her statement with a shrug.

The younger rapper chuckled as she choked on her drink. "Or that's what they tell you, so you'll believe that."

[💀 FACTS]

"NO!" Minnie shouted out, hitting the other girl's shoulder as they laughed in chorus.

"No, no, but seriously, they are very very kind," Youngji stated after they both had calmed down.

[we stan the right group]

The female idol nodded. "That's right. I honestly- I don't even remember the last time I paid for... like food or something. When I was with them."

"What?"

[exactly]

[what?]

[excuse me?]

"Every time we're out together, one of the members pays for me," Minnie explained, her back resting against the wall.

[she's saying this as if it's the most normal thing ever?!]

"Are you serious?" Youngji was clearly taken aback by the words of the woman in front of her, glancing towards the producers and back at Minnie.

[i love how shook she is hahaha]

But she just nodded with a smile on her face. "Yeah... I mean," she turned towards the cameras, "Don't get me wrong, I can very well pay for myself and I really try," before looking at the '02 Liner again. "But they don't let me. Every time I go to pay, one of the members says 'I already covered it'."

[a girl that can pay for her own stuff but gets treated like the princess that she is]

[hell fucking yes]

[THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE]

[i just want to know which member does this the most]

[my guess is cheol, mingyu or hao]

[maybe joshua or wonwoo too]

[or jun would do that too]

[woozi definitely too with his black card]

[and dk would for sure treat his fellow '97 Liner as well]

[but seungkwan and dino would want to treat their favourite noona too]

[and vernon won't let his bestie pay either]

[alright, so i guess just all of them]

"Woah!" The female rapper looked at the table with an open mouth, still taking in what the idol was telling her. "See! See what I mean?!" Making everyone in the room errupt in laughter. "I want to have members like that! I want members to take care of me like that!"

[YOUNGJI'S SO REAL FOR THAT]

[good luck to minnie’s future partner]

[her standards must be 📈📈📈📈]

[AS THEY SHOULD BE]

"I will share my members with you, okay?" Minnie proposed to her.

Youngji's eyes lit up. "Would you really?"

With a sheepish smile, the '97 Liner grinned at her. She shook her head, "No, I wouldn't." Getting a groan in return. 

[HAHAHAH]

[possessive minnie for the win]

[but let's be real]

[i wouldn't ever share them either]

"They're my members!" She then turned towards the camera again. "I love you, guys!" Raising her arms up, with her fingertips touching the top of her head, she formed a heart.

[conclusion: seventeen is the cutest group ever]

[thank you very much]

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[ghosts-bandwagon]

Hello sweetheart heart, hope you are having a nice day. We love ghost, sow now i love you.

You, me and Jesus Christ know that when Ghost loves hard, he loves STRONGLY. This man gives you every bit of his soul little by little, in his own way, in his own time, but he does it with every fiber of his being. Now, Ghost gave his soul to his women. He opened himself in every possible way with her, he loves her too much. Until he loses her one day, on a mission, the last thing he saw was her being wounded. They are separated and she doesn't answer his calls, he thinks she is wounded to the brink of death. how would ghost react? does he's go "devil mode"? etc.

I NEED ANGST, I NEED TO CRY. I want this man to break my heart.

ily2 ghost solidarity (Damn dude you got me turning on my angst song, this hit me hard lmaooo)

TW: graphic descriptions of violence, angst

God, he’s a fucking mess. Ghost who is normally so calm and level headed. He is normally the picture of grace under pressure. But when everything started going sideways, you did what you do best and you protected him. Your 6’4” hulking behemoth of a man. The floor crumbed and broke under your feet, forcing you both to plummet down to the ground floor. The only part of the building that so far survived the blast. Ghost saw your attackers aim their guns into the hole you were both in. You acted quick and shot them, but not before they shot at you first. You pushed him away from you as hard as you could and the last thing he saw before you were separated was a spray of blood. And then more debris came crumbling down. And then silence. His blood went ice cold. There’s no fucking way. There’s absolutely no fucking way this is happening. He screamed. He screamed your call sign until his throat was raw. He’s not a religious man at all but sweet god above, this can’t be real. This is just a bad dream. Please god, this is just a bad dream.

You weren’t responding and it sounded like more of the enemy force were coming in. But it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t remember what happened. He wouldn’t remember mowing them down, one by one. He wouldn’t remember jamming his thumbs into their eyes, or plunging his knife in their throats over and over and over again, or even the tears. The hot tears that glued his mask to his face like a second layer of skin. He wouldn’t remember any of it.

Just the kisses he never gave you. The mornings he could’ve spent in your arms. The nights he could’ve spent curled up on the sofa, letting the TV run with whatever you wanted. The pointless arguments you would’ve gotten into about the pros and cons of having a dog. The time he could’ve spent unpacking your belongings in his house and watching you turn it into a home. The stupid texts you would’ve sent him about the most ridiculous things, groceries, jokes, those stupid quizzes you loved so much.

And as he held you in his arms, his hands shaking and applying as much pressure to your side as he could, his love is pouring from his lips and his eyes. He won’t let go. He absolutely will not fucking let you go. Even as evac came and put you on a stretcher, loading you into the chopper, he is holding onto you for dear life.

He’ll never let you go.

I might decide to do a full one shot from this 👀