#it was so funny to me bc he was speaking quietly like he lived with someone else

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Anyone else just not feeling like a real person much lately?

[zeadrous]

a month ago I had a dream where Z's voice actor was a streamer but it was mic only and he was playing some game like Diablo and in the corner of the screen he had blingee edits of Z

[starxanemone]

꩜ⴰ ࣪˖ YOUR FLOOR'S BETTER THAN MY BED

reo mikage x gender neutral!reader — oneshot.

humor. implied romance. slight tension (if you squint). more of a character exploration.

you and reo mikage were two sides of the same coin—two people living entirely different lives within the same planes of this globe.

— aka, you're a broke mf, surviving on a scholarship, and you find it fun bothering the rich kid in school.

note. wrote this bc i'm actually so broke right now lmfao. i ain't eating breaky and lunch tomorrow hahaha life is so great as a broke college student! 10/10 would not recommend : )

When you hear the name “Mikage” the only thing that comes to mind is money. Call it a stereotypical mindset, but it doesn’t matter because everyone thinks of the same thing as you anyway. You don’t even bother to alter the way you perceive the name either.

Fuck being unique and all that, but really, who can blame you when you’re lacking in that department. The thing that makes the world go round and makes the eyes of people go green whether with envy or whether they’re on the greener side of the grass. Doesn’t matter. It’s the thing that keeps your life at the edge of being “fine” and falling off a steep, brittle cliff to poverty.

Money.

You wonder what it’s like to have an excess amount of it.

“Yo, Mikage,” You wink, sending him finger guns as you pass by his usual seat in the near-empty library.

The infamous Mikage Reo that always had an accommodating smile on his face catches a glimpse of you, and instantly, his lilac irises dulls.

“Oh. Hey.”

“Why so glum?” You cock your head to the side, taking the seat right beside him, legs spread wide and elbow leaning against the backrest of the seat.

You lack the air of dignity that most students inhale in this place like crack. It fogs their senses all the same anyway, and clouding their ability to judge. They get caught up in the image too much that they forget that pictures aren’t alive nor do they breathe. And maybe that’s why they don’t like you. “They” including Mikage.

“You’re probably here to shamelessly ask for money again. And I’m already saying this: no.” He grumbles, pressing his cheek against his palm, gazing into your eyes flatly.

Welp. It’s not like you put in the effort to be likable anyway. Understandable.

“Aw,” You pretend to pout in disappointment. “Worth a shot.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Hah?” You raise your brow at his question.

“Have you gone deaf? I said, ‘don’t you have anything better to do?’” He repeats, narrowing his eyes at you.

Truthfully, you heard him the first time. It was just funny to see him annoyed. No picture-perfect genius Reo Mikage. No giant nepo-baby Mikage. He’s just an annoyed Reo.

“I always got better things to do.” You shrug before eyeing him with a raised brow, grinning lazily. “Unlike you.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?!” He stands up from his chair.

Surprisingly, he has a very short fuse for someone who can handle everyone's bullshit.

“Hey, hey, kid,” You raise your hand up in surrender, speaking to him as if he wasn’t the same age or probably even a year older than you. “Relax, I was joking. Sit down.”

With a sigh, he takes a seat again, although the glare was still intact on his face. He grumbles quietly, but it was surely meant to be heard by you with the way he eyes you as he does so. “Don’t ‘kid’ me. At least I don’t waste my time asking people for money.”

“I’m always kidding, Mikage.” You snort at his words, waving your hand dismissively. “Even if you gave me money, I still wouldn’t accept it. What makes you think I’d take stuff from your hands?”

You wrinkle your nose, pretending to eye his hands with distaste. From the corner of your eyes you see him look offended once again and you hold back the urge to cackle.

Being born loved and admired by the people around him—repeatedly hearing songs of praises like he’s some sort of messiah—made him clueless towards teasing and jabs.

“I’m very clean, thank you very much! I’ll have you know that I wash my hands with only the best antibacterial hand wash imported from Italy. What about you?!” He blurts out angrily, bumping the side of his fist against his table.

“Exactly.” You shrug.

You see the anger melt away from his features before it is replaced with confusion.

“You and I,” You lean closer to him and you know he can smell the cheap fruity cologne wafting off the fabric of your imitation uniform. Hakuho was expensive even for scholarship students. “We’re from different worlds, Mikage. And it’s not your fault nor is it mine, because that’s just how it is.”

He turns quiet at this, seemingly mulling your words over inside his head as he eyes the floor blankly.

You tilt your head, releasing a short and awkward laugh. Think you might have made the air too serious. It must be your lunch, or, well, lack thereof. You don’t usually bring the topic (of your lack of money) up with other people, but his question provided you with the opportunity to do so. You took it all too eagerly (carelessly) and it in turn killed the typical playful nature of your not-so-friendship.

“Uh, sorry ‘bout that. For killin’ the mood.” You laugh awkwardly, patting his shoulder. “Uh…”

“What’s it like?” He turns to you suddenly, tilting his head.

“Uh, what’s what like?” You furrow your brows.

“Having no money.”

“Woah, woah, ya didn’t have to phrase it like that!” You joke, crossing your arms and leaning back against your chair with huff.

“N-No, I didn’t mean it like—” He began, glaring at nothing in defense before you cut him off.

“Kidding.” You wave your hand. “You gotta learn how to remove that stick up your ass. I promise you, it feels great.”

He wrinkles his nose in disgust at your choice of words. He’s probably thinking that you lack tact or class.

“You lack class.” He states in distaste.

Knew it.

“Yeah, anyways.” You think over his question for a bit. “Well, I can’t really explain it.”

His lilac eyes dulls as he stares at you flatly once again. “Hah. What a waste of time asking, then.”

“I got an idea though.” You lean closer, grinning lazily as you prop your elbow on top of his side of the table and pressing your cheek against your palm. His face engulfs your perceptions and you can see the non-existent pores on his skin.

Fuck him, his money, and his skin care routine.

“What.” He leans back slightly, raising his brow.

“Come with me later after class. Let’s eat dinner.”

A puff of air escapes his lips as he laughs at your suggestion. A few seconds later, it transforms into full-blown laughing. Each laugh that escapes his lips comes from deep within his diaphragm.

You stare at him expectantly and a little creeped out. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him laugh like that with anyone in your entire life in Hakuho.

“What?” You ask, still spooked.

“Didn’t know you liked me like that,” He smirks, leaning his face closer, breath brushing against your cheek. “If you wanted to ask me to dinner, you could’ve just said so.”

You could smell the slight mint and it tells you that he had just brushed. Figures. Of course he’d bring a toothbrush to school. Of course he actually brushes his teeth during breaks and not spend it fucking around doing nothing unlike you.

“Stop being delusional.” Your face turns blank at his words and you sit properly again. “Anyways, you said you wanted to know what it’s like, right? Come with me later then. We’ll eat what I usually eat for dinner.”

His face turns intrigued. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll know.”

“What is this place?” You hear Reo raise his voice over the surging crowd of people. He had a black mask over his face to hide it from the people because, yeah, he was actually kind of like a celebrity. An A-list individual among A-lists, coming just below his parents and it clearly shows with the Gucci bag he’s sporting.

Now that you think about it…

You eye his bag. “Flip your bag over, Mikage.”

“Huh? Why?”

You point to the pockets of his bag exposed out. “You’ll get unknowingly robbed that way. Flip your bag— okay, yep, nice. Very good.”

He rolls his eyes at your childish praise as he removes his bag to flip it, the pockets now hidden from the public’s view.

“Oh, yeah, we’re eating street food.” You point to the row of street vendors covering the sidewalks. Each stand glows yellow from the string of lights attached onto their walls and the strong smell of varieties of food mixes together in an almost unbearable manner.

You eye the rich kid beside you. He seems to shift a little, standing awkwardly and a little out of place.

You reach out to hold onto the side of his arm. “You good?”

He glances at you and looks back at the stalls as well as the crowd of people he mostly towered over. He doesn't shove away your hand. “Yeah. It’s just my first time in this sort of place.”

You blink at this, intrigued. “What? Really? Well, we gotta eat a lot, then. Your treat.”

He doesn’t protest when you begin tugging him towards the nearest Takoyaki stall.

“Ten pieces, please.” You tell the street vendor, beginning to pull out your wallet. A larger hand stops you from doing so and you glance at Reo to see him already pulling out his wallet.

“How much?” Reo asks.

The vendor eyes your classmate for a few seconds and then the Gucci bag. You hold back a groan. Ugh, you already know where this is going.

“1000 yen.” The vendor answers him, his face seemingly unsure.

Just before Reo could unknowingly pay the tricky vendor, you hold onto his hand, preventing him from taking out his cash.

“What are you—”

“That’s overpriced.” You cut in, eyeing the vendor flatly, feeling disappointed at his shitty attempt to scam people. “I ate here yesterday and it was only 500 yen for ten pieces. You mean to say that you’re charging double now? Do inflation rates shoot up that high in a span of one day?”

At least the vendor looks ashamed. He brings a hand up to the back of his neck awkwardly before bowing. “Sorry. Money’s tight and I thought it was worth a shot.”

You chuckle at this, handing the vendor the sufficient amount. “Been there, done that. To him too. But don’t go scamming other people, ‘kay? Now gimme our order.”

Once you take the order, you tug Reo away from the stall to head over to somewhere with less people. You lean back against the wall and open the container filled with Takoyaki and raise it up to his face.

“Smells good, right?” You watch as he takes the container from your hands and inspects the food curiously. He brings it up close to his face, gazing at the array of colors from the bonito flakes, to the mayo, to the sauce, and to the golden brown Takoyaki.

“It doesn’t look that different from the gourmet Takoyaki I’ve eaten.” He comments, taking a pair of chopsticks before eating an entire ball. As he chews, you see his eyes widen and he immediately begins to devour another Takoyaki just as he had swallowed the previous one.

“Good, right?” You grin cheekily.

He ignores you in exchange for devouring another large piece.

“Hey, leave me some too!”

You took him to different stalls after that, and by the time 8PM rolled around, both of you were already stuffed full with different kinds of food. You can’t remember the last time you had ever eaten to the point where you felt like your pants were going to burst open at the seams.

You eye the empty paper plates and containers laying haphazardly on the plastic table you both found. There were a little less people now. You draw in a breath, the air now lacking the sharp scent it previously held as you had submerged yourself in its presence.

It was nice. You also can’t remember the last time you’ve eaten a meal with someone like this. Having deadbeat parents that spent more time smoking crack out where you don’t know ultimately meant that meals were eaten alone. And, you admit, sharing meals wasn’t bad at all.

Reo heaves out a deep sigh, rubbing his stomach after releasing a quiet (and somehow dignified) burp. “I ate too much. Too much unhealthy food. My diet is ruined.”

You snort at this. “Relax, princess. I promise you’re still pretty.”

He glares at you. “Not what I meant.”

“Uhuh, whatever you say.” You chuckle before trailing off, watching him for a few seconds. You can see him shifting in place again at the length of your stare, seemingly burning holes into the side of your face.

“If you have something to say just say it.” He grumbles out, crossing his arms with a raise of his brow.

“Well, did it answer your question?” You ask curiously.

He looks up at the dark sky for a second before glancing back at you. “Well, the food was good. And cheaper.”

You shake your head at his obliviousness and chuckle. “Uhuh, but the food we ate today? That’s typically how much I eat in a span of one week. You get it now?”

He blinks and goes silent for a few seconds again.

“Don’t you get hungry, though?” He asks after a short while.

You shrug. “You get used to it.”

“It’s not sustainable though. How are you still alive?” He cockshis head, now looking at you with a slight furrow on his brows. If he was worried, then you were flattered.

“Not sure.” You shake your head. “I still do try to get my vegetables in but fresh produce is expensive. Healthy food is expensive. Some people just don’t have a choice, you know?”

“Oh.”

You don’t think it has sunken inside his brain yet. You can’t and won’t blame him. He’s lived his life that he’s used to just like you're living yours. You were two sides of a single coin—two people living entirely different lives within the same planes of this globe. Both built differently and built to handle different things.

“But I’m also curious now, too.” You hum after a while, eyeing him in slight interest.

“About what?”

“What does it feel like to live yours?” You cock your head.

You see him grin and your eyes squints a little at this.

"Maybe we can go to my place next."

[atinycafe]

so I found out that I'm the giggly, wobbly (wobbly as in i literally cannot walk for shit BAHAHISNFKXDN), but also quiet drunk from when i drank a little too much one night and I was wondering how ateez would handle a drunk like that bcs I can't stop thinking about it 🤭

ATZ WITH UNUSUALLY CALM DRUNK READER — headcanons

pairing: ateez x drunk!reader genre: fluff wrd cnt: 2.0k author's note: SEDRTFYGUKH BE CAREFUL GIRL, funny how my most popular post is about reader being drunk but i dont even drink alcohol irl, aniwayys i feel like i fucked up your ask but hope you like it still ⸂⸂⸜(രᴗര๑)⸝⸃⸃ also why is wooyo such a hater in this post, im living for it masterlist

　　○˳　　　　　　hongjoong

you feel a gentle hand on your thigh and you glance over to see hongjoong beside you, his worried eyes peering through the kohl makeup. he moves his hand from your thigh to the back of your head, caressing the back of your neck, his fingers tangling with the clasp of your necklace.

"you okay there, baby?" his soothing voice reaches your ear, even amidst the booming bass playing in the club.

"mmhm," you nod simply, the soft buzz of alcohol making your thoughts feel like they're moving in slow motion. you nuzzle your face against his shoulder, feeling sleepiness creeping in, making you hesitant to speak.

"you're usually… louder," he asks, noticing how you're staring blankly ahead. confused, you blink slowly, not fully processing his words, your mouth slightly agape. hongjoong brings a hand up to gently close your mouth, his thumb gliding over your glossy lips.

"… and you're so cute," you mumble, and hongjoong is taken aback, a rosy hue appearing on his cheeks. he chuckles in disbelief before leaning in for a sweet, small kiss.

"you think i'm cute?" he chuckles, gently placing his palm against your cheek, his eyes crinkling with delight as he catches your fleeting gaze. you nod quietly, letting your hand rest on his thigh as you slowly trace a path up to his face, before leaning in to plant another kiss on his lips, "nah baby you're the cutest."

　　○˳　　　　　　seonghwa

"getting shy already?" seonghwa whispers in your ear, pulling you closer by the belt of your low-rise jeans. you've been dancing with him for a few minutes now; it's become your usual thing whenever you're both at the club. you always look forward to dancing with him, but tonight, you've had a bit too much to drink, and now you're seeking solace, hiding your face in his chest.

"hwa, 'm tired i wanna sit," you say, looping your arms around his neck, bringing him closer as you lean on him for support. he responds by holding you even tighter, his hand sneaking around your waist.

"baby's not feeling it tonight? let's get you somewhere more silent," he suggests, gently guiding you through the moving bodies. finally, you settle in a more secluded area, and he helps you sit down before taking a seat next to you.

"you good?" he asks, his eyes on you as you plot yourself on the cold table with your head tilted to the side, looking up at him through your eyelashes. he places a comforting hand on your head, patting it gently.

you take his hand and rest it against your smushed cheek separating it from the table, enjoying the cool sensation of the many rings on his fingers. he chuckles at your gesture.

"sweetheart remind me not to let you drink that much next time."

　　○˳　　　　　　yunho

"what're you staring at?" yunho slides a hand over your shoulders, looking curiously at the half-empty glass that has captured your attention for the past few minutes.

"puppy," he playfully nudges his head against yours, trying to bring you out of your daze when you don't respond. he pouts, not used to being ignored by you.

with a tongue-clicking sound, he grabs the glass from your hand, and you gasp, attempting to reach for it, but he holds it up higher, causing you to lean forward and accidentally fall onto his lap. now that he has you there, he smirks mischievously and drinks from the cup right in front of you until it's empty.

you frown at his theatrics, but he sighs loudly and places the glass back on the table beside you, then starts rubbing your back.

"what's wrong, tiny? don't feel like talking to me?" he smirks as you turn away, reaching for his own glass. however, yunho quickly grabs your wrists in his hands.

"uh-uh, you've had enough tonight. you're not even paying attention to me anymore." his whining matches yours, and you finally calm down when you see his pout. you peck his lips softly once and then again, ignoring the dramatic retching sounds coming from wooyoung behind you as yunho presses a hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

　　○˳　　　　　　yeosang

yeosang, being a silent drinker himself, finds your hyped-up drunk self to be a perfect match for him. but when he sees you sitting there quietly, it puzzles him. despite the soft buzz from the alcohol, he senses that something might be bothering you.

he draws you closer, and you enjoy the sensation of his leather jacket against your bare skin. he absentmindedly plays with a curl of your hair as he bends down slightly, looking into your eyes from the side.

"what's wrong?" he whispers, observing your reaction carefully. however, you can only look at him with confusion because…

"what do you mean, what's wrong? nothing's wrong, i'm good, you're good, we're good." you answer, your words slurring as you hide your face in his jacket, sneaking a hand under his shirt, feeling his body.

"ah, my baby's totally wasted," he smiles, tilting your chin up to get a better look into your eyes. "do you wanna go home? i'll get us an uber right now."

"yeah, i'd like that," you reply, and he drops a kiss on your lips before taking out his phone to book the uber. you rest your head on his chest, watching as he arranges the ride for you. when he's done, you turn to him with big doe eyes, and your bottom lip juts out a bit.

"sangie," you say.

"what?" he blushes under your unwavering gaze and instinctively gets closer to you, feeling your warm breath on his face.

"you got games on your phone?"

　　○˳　　　　　　san

two fingers snap in front of your face, and you flinch. you turn to see the cause of the sound, and there's san, looking all pouty.

"what's up, baby? not having fun?" he takes your face in his big, rough hands, rubbing his thumbs reassuringly on your cheekbones. "we can head home if you want."

"honestly, san, i'm so drunk right now, i can't make out a word you're saying," you mumble, the words coming out slurred from your lips, making san's mouth form an "o."

he giggles at you, his flushed skin showing he's also quite tipsy. his dimples pop out, and you can't help but place a soft kiss on them. this makes him giggle even harder as he pulls you closer into a tight hug. san always gets clingy when he's drunk, and you both usually turn into the giddiest mess, but tonight you're too intoxicated to act like that.

"baby you don't have to talk, 's okay just kiss me," he says, not even waiting for you to make the first move. he starts peppering your face with thousands of little kisses. when he pulls back, you notice the glitter from your makeup adorning his plush lips.

"you got sum on your lips," you absent-mindedly mutter. he wipes at his lips, asking, "oh, where?" before you move closer, saying, "lemme get it for you."

and with that, you drop one last kiss, which turns into a full-on makeout session, making wooyoung groan disgustingly next to you.

　　○˳　　　　　　mingi

"princess, you don't look so good," mingi remarks, concern evident on his face as he notices you absent-mindedly fiddling with your fingers and your unfocused gaze. you turn towards him, briefly closing your eyes.

"do you," you start, trying to get your thoughts across clearly despite feeling a bit tipsy, "do you wanna hold hands?"

mingi takes a moment to grasp your words before he lets out a little laugh. he places his hand gently on your thigh, palm up, inviting you to take it. with a bashful smile, your unsteady fingers find his, intertwining with his own.

"'f course, i wanna hold hands. why wouldn't i want to hold hands with the prettiest girl in the room?" he says, his smile widening as you shyly look away. he didn't expect this reaction from you while being a bit drunk. mingi brings your hand to his lips, planting soft kisses on each knuckle, causing you to hide your face with your free hand.

"you're sooo drunk right now, usually you'd be grinding on me, but you wanna hold hands? and you're acting all shy about it, that's new." he playfully teases, squeezing your much smaller hand in his, enjoying the cute size difference.

"shut up," you mumble, attempting to withdraw your hand, but he doesn't let you. instead, he pulls you closer and places an open-mouthed kiss on your neck, whispering close to your ear.

"if i knew i'd be seeing you actin' like that, i would've gotten you on that henny earlier."

　　○˳　　　　　　wooyoung

"pretty come sit here," wooyoung says, spreading his legs out, causing san and yunho to grumble and move away. he pats his strong thigh, inviting you with a crooked smile, and you gently sit down, wrapping your arms around his neck.

he places a warm hand on your covered thigh, and the fabric hardly stops his warmth from reaching your skin. resting his face in the crook of your neck, his hair tickles you slightly. he playfully nibbles your collarbone before planting a sweet kiss on it, leaving a little red mark behind.

"why are you in the corner all alone, you're not having fun, mmh?" he asks in a soft voice, looking up at you from below your chin. you pout a little, enjoying the way wooyoung's soft voice soothes your ears after enduring the loud club music. "a beautiful girl like you should be dancing in the middle of the club."

"the alcohol's really strong here," you whine softly, and wooyoung pecks your bottom lip. he pulls back slightly to gaze into your eyes, his own shining, as if he wants to remember your face forever.

"the alcohol's not strong, you're just a lightweight," he chuckles, making fun of you, which makes you grumble and hide your face in his neck, not wanting to be teased anymore. "come on, pretty, let me see your face. can't hide it from me, you'll make me cry."

"i hate you," you whisper, before giving in to temptation and pecking his soft lips. he smiles during the kiss, his hands gently caressing your legs.

"wrong, you're so in love me with me." as you nod against his head, he lets out a deep laugh, kissing your lips once again, pulling you even closer to him. "one more kiss, please?"

"i can't stand you."

"that's why you're sitting on my lap."

　　○˳　　　　　　jongho

you're snuggled up close to jongho, who's bantering with hongjoong in a boisterous manner. when your head rests on his shoulder, he glances at you and pulls you even nearer by wrapping an arm around your waist. with a sweet peck on your head, he greets you with a laid-back "hey."

"hey," you reply, gazing at him as if he's the most captivating thing in the world.

he asks, humming out, "you doin' okay? i haven't seen you dance at all."

feeling his chest vibrating against you adds to the charm of the moment as you answer, "'m doin' okay." jongho can't help but smile, finding your current state of calmness at the club adorable yet novel. it's not something he's seen before, but he definitely likes it.

"how many drinks did you have tonight?" he raises an eyebrow and chuckles when you count your drinks on your fingers. eight fingers are raised, indicating the extent of your indulgence.

"that much." you mumble absent-mindedly, prompting him to lovingly scrunch his nose at you. he takes one of your hands, bringing it to his lips, where he gently pecks two of your manicured nails.

turning to hongjoong, he asks for a glass of water, which his friend agrees to and glances down at you, slouching contentedly on jongho's shoulder.

"now that we're alone, i can finally do this," jongho murmurs, placing a hand on your face and gently brushing away the hair obscuring your eyes.

"do wha—" you start to ask, but he interrupts with a long, lingering kiss on the lips, savoring the taste of alcohol in your mouth. his tongue glides from the roof to the bottom, teasing and dancing with yours, leaving both of you breathless and wanting more.

"usually, you're the one pushing me to kiss you in front of everyone. never thought i'd miss it," he admits with a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

[brotherwtf]

Gale meeting John's family drabble bcs I'm obsessed with his family dynamic

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Gale nervously wrung his hands together in the passenger seat of John's truck, only really looking up from the road when John would point to some obnoxious billboard or a funny looking bird. Gale would smile and nod, reply with a dry quip, and fall silent again. He usually wasn't like this.

John had told Gale that his mother invited them up to stay at their house for a little bit; wanted to see how they were adjusting to life post war and wanted to meet the notorious Buck Cleven. Gale had worried that John had let slip what they were, much closer than friends, but John assured him that she didn't know.

"She probably wouldn't even care. Poor old bird just wants to see me happy, all things considered," John had said.

And here Gale was, going to meet John's family and put on a good show of pretending to be friends. John mentioned that his mother was still alive, his father passed before he enlisted, and that he had two older sisters.

"Technically El is my twin, but she's fifteen minutes older and won't ever let me forget it. I'm the baby of my family," John says, turning onto a long gravelly drive that must lead to his family's property.

Gale smiles gently at the thought. John with missing teeth and a bright smile with equally bright sisters around him. Doting on him like Gale always did. Gale never had any siblings, lived only with his mother and father, and wished desperately that John's sisters liked him.

They pull in front of a charming ranch house and Gale smiles at how quaint it is. A modest two floor house painted a calming blue with pristine white shutters and a bright yellow door. Gale swallows thickly and his hands find each other again. John leans over into Gale's space, placing a hand on both of Gale's and kissing his cheek sweetly.

"Relax, Gale, they'll love you, I promise," John says.

Gale gives him a strained smile and sighs.

"What if they don't?" Gale worries.

John only smiles, eyes flicking to the sunny yellow door.

"Trust me, they like anything with a pulse. You might just have to be the devil incarnate for them to hate you. Speaking of..." John says, eyes now trained on the door.

It flies open with a whirlwind of brown hair and bright smiles. Two women scramble out to the truck, shouting at John and asking what took him so long. The one with longer hair practically yanks John from the drivers seat and sizes him up.

"Baby Bucky is decorated like a goddamn hero!" She crows and Gale smiles with how similar their cadence of voices were.

"I'm no baby, I'm a major!" John squawks and his sister just laughs, pushing his arm playfully.

"You're still a baby to me!" She hollars.

They both now turn to Gale, the shiny new object that John brought for them to play with.

"You must be Buck!" The other shouts with equal enthusiasm.

Gale had quietly gotten out of the car and was just observing John and his sisters catch up, when their eyes suddenly trained on him. He smiles nervously, afraid of being in the spotlight.

"Major Gale Cleven, ladies," Gale says, extending his hand out for a cordial handshake.

They both bat it away and bring Gale in for a hug anyway. God, they even smell like John did.

"My name's Jess, and that's El," The one with the long hair says, jabbing her thumb into her sister's stomach.

El laughs, shoving Jess away and they get into a playful slap fight that Gale can't help but laugh at.

"Pleasure to meet you both," Gale says, hauling his bag from the back of John's trunk.

El turns around and gives John a look of genuine surprise.

"How did you convince this sweetheart to mingle with the likes of you?" She balks.

John is by Gale's side now and throws his arm around his shoulder, bringing him in closer to his waist.

"Must be my stunning good looks," John beams and Jess almost throws something at him.

They walk into the house and Gale allows himself to take it all in. It's the perfect house for children, Gale thinks; large kitchen with a living room and a large radio on the windowsill. It's wallpapered with soothing colors and warmly lit. Gale genuinely liked the place.

"Gonna bunk with me, Buck?" John asks, wiggling his eyebrows obnoxiously.

El intercepts them before they get to Johns room.

"Nuh uh, you got Buck all afternoon I want to get to know him," El says, grabbing Gale by the arm and attempts to take him down the stairs.

Gale looks back at John and just shrugs his shoulders.

"Duty calls," He says, and John throws him a wink.

Jess and El give him a tour of the house and Gale compliments when necessary, making sure to turn the charm up to eleven. They walk into the kitchen and Gale is immediately hit with the scent of fresh cooked food. There are already dishes waiting on the counter and Gale is dumbfounded.

"Is this all for me?" Gale asks, and he can feel tears welling in his eyes. He had never been this spoiled in his life, not even by his family.

"Ma's even making you a pie! Jesus where is that woman, MA!!" Jess shouts, peeking her out out into the living room.

John's mother is clearly where they got all of their looks from, Gale still hasn't seen a photo of John's father so he can only assume, all of the girls are practically a carbon copy of her. She has pale, green eyes that crinkle with crows feet when she smiles, wavy brown hair laced with grey, and the same smile Gale has seen in all of the Egan children.

"I hope Elise and Jessica aren't giving you a hard time, come here darling," She says, voice quivering with age and arms extended wide.

Gale wraps a careful arm around her and almost cries at the feeling. His mother almost never hugged him like this.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Egan. I thank you for letting me stay in your home," Gale says.

Mrs. Egan waves him off, pinching Gales cheek and smiling.

"Ah no Mrs. or Mr's around here, call me Anne," She says, and Gale does so with a smile.

The rest of the afternoon before dinner is El and Jess fussing around in the kitchen with their mother and John showing Gale the property. He kisses him every so often and Gale can't help but giggle; hasn't felt this happy in a long time.

"How you liking the family? They can be a bit much," John asks, linking his and Gale's fingers together.

Gale hums, looking up at the sky and smiling wide as ever.

"They're just like you, how could I not like them?" Gale says and John's smile gets instantly brighter.

They sit by the stream they wandered across and John decides to rest his head on Gale's lap. One of Gales hands lazily tangles in John's hair, massaging his scalp and just bathing in John's presence.

"Do your sisters know? About us?" Gale asks.

John shrugs shifting himself so he's looking up at Gale through wind swept curls. Gale smiles and wipes them away from his forehead.

"I guess they suspect. I would always talk to Jess about boys when I was younger and I think El is queer too, ran away with a girl from the Red Cross as soon as she could," John sighs.

Gale feels a weight get lifted off his shoulders, almost. John's sisters seemed too kind to care about such a trivial thing. But Gale wasn't quite ready to show their love to the world yet.

"Can we keep it quiet? Just between us? I want this to be all ours," Gale says.

John hauls himself up from Gale's lap and nuzzles his nose into his cheek, smiling gently at the way Gales lips turn up into a smile.

"Of course, doll. Just you and me," John says, and places a gentle kiss on Gales lips.

Later at dinner, El and Jess make jokes about marrying Gale themselves while John protests, claiming he found Gale first. Gale can do nothing but laugh and laugh, and he finally feels at home.

woah this was kinda long but I love Johns family (head in hands) they love Gale as much as John does 🥹🥹

[wonwoosthetic]

series masterlist

kpop masterlist

word count – 11.6k (I love how I wanted this to be short)

a/n: I already explained what this is in a previous post, so I won't bug you with that here too, I just wanted to say thank you for your input on this and I really hope you enjoy it ˙ᵕ˙ thank you for all the love and continuous support, I love you all very very much!

some recent mimiwon moments i've been thinking about A LOT 🌷 Minnie

Everything in [brackets] is text is added text and commentary in the “video”

[LISTEN PEOPLE]

[a lot has happened]

[a lot of time has passed]

[and a lot has apparently happened in the mimiwon dorm bc we are being FED VERY WELL]

[you know me, #1 mimiwon supporter, fight me on that if you want to]

[some of these might be a stretch, but leave me alone and enjoy the show]

[sometimes you gotta be delulu when no one tells you what's the trululu]

[and the trululu for me is this video]

Weverse LIVE 230811

Mingyu was watching the newest Going Seventeen episode on his iPad, the voices of his members ringing through the speakers in the apartment as he chuckled at the screen in front of him. The sound of footsteps in the background made him look up, turn his head to the right side and chuckle at what he saw. Quickly, the camera was flipped to show the new episode of the BOOmily outing when the members had to sing a song they had heard the night before.

[suddenly so secretive🫣]

The comment section suddenly filled up:

"Is Mingyu not alone?"

"I thought all of the members lived alone, but I can hear whispers..."

"There are more people, right?"

"THAT SOUNDED LIKE MINNIE'S GIGGLE"

"Do you still live together?"

"Pls show Minnie"

"Why did you flip the camera? :("

[AS IF WE COULDN'T HEAR THEM]

[I swear to God, I heard a kiss]

*sound gets replayed, just a little louder*

[alright look, might just be fabric rubbing against fabric or sth else, idk, but let me be delulu]

A few seconds later, after a few more giggles in the background, the camera showed Mingyu's face again. His head was still resting on the back of the couch.

"Guys, look who just came," he spoke out loud before moving his phone further away from him to show the girl who had taken a seat next to him on the couch, looking very comfortable with her head tilted to the side and her knees up.

[THEY LOOK SO CUTE LIKE THAT]

[ugh i hate happy people]

"Hi everyone," Minnie spoke softly, waving to the camera. She turned towards Mingyu, "I was wondering why you were watching Going Seventeen."

"Carats said it's a funny episode, and look at me!" He pointed at the iPad. With one quick look, the girl started giggling and patted his upper arm, "Yeah, well... that's what you look like after waking up."

[IMAGINE getting to see that face every single day]

[HE'S SO CUTE SO PUFFY]

[girl, you're the luckiest bitch in this universe🫶🏼]

"Wow..." Mingyu shook his head.

[yep]

They both looked down at the screen in his lap before the girl opened her mouth again, her head now leaning on his shoulder.

[STOP LOOKING SO DOMESTICALLY CUTE]

[they're making me so sick, but I love them so much😭]

"It was surprisingly cold that morning."

The rapper hummed in agreement. "But it was a lot of fun too." Getting a nod from her in return.

Minnie rubbed her eye and went to cover her mouth as a yawn escaped her, making Mingyu turn his head slightly to look at her. "Are you tired?"

"A little bit."

[it took so many years for them to soften up to each other and now we're getting scenes like this?!]

[THIS IS WHAT YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN KEEPING FROM US]

[i mean, don‘t get me wrong, I love them bickering around, but I never knew I needed them to be like this so badly]

"Should we read some comments to wake you up?" His question made her chuckle. "Should we slowly end the live?" He wondered. "I'll come back. You wanted to do a live soon, right?" He directed his last question at the girl.

[i need him to talk to me this softly]

[since when can mingyu speak so quietly and slowly]

[well, he can]

[but only for MINNIE apparently]

"Yeah, but I have to think about what I want to talk about. Jeonghan's always eating in his lives, and the conversations he has come really easily, but I don't know if I could do it like that. I want to do something else maybe."

"Look," Mingyu pointed at the display on his phone, "Carats are saying they'd even watch you eat in silence."

[i'd watch that girl look at a white wall for HOURS, you don't understand]

[or actually, I think mingyu would understand me]

[whipped mf]

Minnie couldn't help but to giggle. "But that's weird. Just eating and not talking... We'll see." And ended her statement with a shrug.

[no, it's not weird]

[PLS we love stuff like this]

Suddenly, both of the members' heads turned to the side in synch,  

[in synch even off stage]

[this is what happens when you live together, huh?]

stopping for a second before chuckling at the same time. 

[WHAT WAS THAT]

[we all saw it, right?!]

*repeats clip*

[who made them smile like that?]

[don't worry, I already have the answer for you]

[JEON WONWOOOOOOO]

[i found this on twitter:]

*shows the clip again, this time with a raised volume*

[someone said 'balli' right?]

[pls tell me i'm not imagining it]

The girl raked her body up from the slouching position she was in as the rapper focused back on interacting with their fans, saying goodbye to them.

[she was so quick to get up]

[everything for jeon wonwoo, i understand]

[oh i so 1000% understand, girl]

"Bye, be well," he spoke in an unnaturally deep voice. Out of the blue, Wonwoo copied him, making the female member turn her head to the side once again, laughing at the older rapper as he continued to repeat Mingyu's exclaims.

[yeah, alright, we get it, mingyu's not the only one whipped]

"Bye," he waved into the camera as Minnie stood up to stretch her back, only for her to lower her head, peaking in from the top of the screen to wave as well.

"Bye, Carats. Have a good night, eat well and sleep well. Byyeeee"

[BYE MINNIE, HAVE THE BEST SLEEP EVER, YOU WONDERFUL WOMAN, I LOVE YOU]

[i just typed out mingyu's thoughts, you're welcome]

The rapper tapped around on his phone, trying to end the live when the distant female voice in the background spoke quietly, 

"Can‘t we just go to sleep?"

[SHE‘S USING A CUTE VOICE WITH THEM?!]

[didn’t Minnie say, she hates aegyo… well… not when it comes to those guys apparently]

[we will be debating this in the comments, see ya there]

-

[Going Seventeen] EP.78 Everything Possible In The White Zone #2

[this episode was made for mimiwon, convince me otherwise]

After they discussed Vernon's approach to the game, they decided to play another round, this time trying to find a different member.

First, Seungkwan proposed to let him be the person to find, but every member had a different idea of who it should be.

"We can't play 'Finding Joshua' because he doesn't read his messages," 

Woozi commented, making the room errupt in laughter.

[not mimiwon, but i laughed out so hard]

The group went back and forth until S.Coups made the final decision.

"Let's go with a member that's loud in the group chat, like Minnie."

"Me?" She suddenly sat up straight from her lying position close to Wonwoo's feet.

Dokyeom laughed as he nodded, "Yeah, you."

"Let's go with Minnie, she writes a lot," the leader finalized. 

[Opposite of Joshua]

Everyone seemed to agree, but Mingyu who sighed through his teeth and shook his head,

"Ah, I think Minnie's writing style is too unique, it'll be easy."

[OF COURSE IT'LL BE EASY FOR YOU MINGYU]

"Pff," the girl scoffed, "If you think so."

[i needed the bickering old married couple back, i'm so happy]

"Yeah, it might be easy for you, but not for the rest of us," Dino commented, pointing at the other members.

[DINO, tell us what you know👀]

[my guy, what are you keeping from us]

[share it with the group😬]

"No, Mingyu's right, I think we'll find her quickly," Wonwoo suddenly spoke up too.

[Oh there we go, the other husband]

[yeah go on and support your little couple]

"Jeez, alright," the female performer sighed with a chuckle.

"Let's see," Seungkwan's voice echoed through the room, having the last word before they created a new anonymous group chat.

-

"Who would enter as 'Taylor Swift'?" Hoshi wondered as they went through the names that were now in the chat.

[MINNIE FUCKING KIM WOULD]

[the queen she is]

[queens supporting queens]

[mothers supporting mothers]

The maknae of the group laughed out loud, "Oh, that would for sure be Minnie!"

[again, not mimiwon, but he knows her so well, it's so cute]

[i might have to make a video on dino and minnie]

[have you seen them?!]

[cutest siblings ever]

"I'm not THAT predictable!" The girl argued back.

[🧍‍♂️]

Mingyu turned around to glance at her. "We'll see about that."

"We'll see about that," she mocked him. "I bet you're 'Minnie Mouse', very creative," joking about his possible username, making him roll his eyes.

[BURN]

[did she really just call the creator of the bittersweet logo, the editor of the going magazine AND the artist of woozi's lockscreen NOT CREATIVE?!]

"'Pledis #1 Facecard' is really good too," Minghao commented, followed by a giggle.

[factssssssss]

Minnie grinned. "That's a personal attack on Mingyu though, isn't it?" 

[pls give this man a break minnie]

[he's suffering, but it's so cute]

Her grin washed from her face the second a pillow hit her face.

[that smack was PERSONAL]

-

"Let's ask about her idol," Seungkwan suggested.

"Idol?" The second oldest wondered in confusion.

"But idol as in role model, everyone should know this," the youngest main vocalist added as the other members agreed.

Suddenly a round of laughter filled the room as they went through the messages. The chat showed pictures of mostly Taylor Swift, one of a 15-year-old S.Coups and one of a gif of Jun in his Limbo MV, when suddenly somebody sent in a picture of the Pledis CEO.

[that was FOUL]

"Who sent this?!" Minnie couldn't stop laughing, throwing herself onto the floor.

[i love that she's laughing at her trauma]

[same ngl]

As if that wasn't enough already, the next picture sent was an older one of Woozi in the green practice room.

"Oh, this is Minnie for sure!" Wonwoo exclaimed proudly.

[mh, tell 'em]

"Woozi-hyung? No, I think Han Seongsu-nim is a bigger idol to her," Vernon stated, making everyone laugh harder.

[why is he rubbing salt in the wound HAHAHAH]

"Alright, so you sent in that picture then," the girl pointed at him, making him shrug with a mischievous grin on his lips.

They started debating when Hoshi made a clear statement. "Minnie usually has really old and embarrassing pictures of us on her phone." But Mingyu had something different to add,

"But she's the only one that would send in a moving image." 

[did he graduate from uni with a degree in 'analysis of minnie's texting' bc me thinks so]

To which the other members agreed with hums and nods. The girl stayed quiet in the back.

[i knew he was right, right then and there]

"Wonwoo knows how to do that too," the female performer debated.

[love her brining him into this]

[she needs her emotional support hubby]

"Don't try to make us now think this isn't you!" Hoshi's loud voice echoed through the room. She raised her hands in defeat.

-

"Doesn't she have a unique writing style, though? Let's ask something where she can write something," the youngest threw into the room.

"Do you want us to write entire stories like her?" Wonwoo wondered, chuckling when he saw the glare Minnie sent his way.

[he's a menace but we love him]

[also: i would pay for a novel message written by minnie, so wonwoo should be thankful, he get's them for free]

"Suddenly, you're complaining about my long messages? At least I reply!" She argued back.

[well, there we go, throwing him under the bus]

"Alright, alright, let's ask something like that," Minghao agreed, "That might make it easier."

"Okay, what about dinner recommendations?" Jun asked the rest of them

"Yeah, that's good!" Jeonghan answered him, followed by the others.

A few seconds later the first messages started flying in.

"Whoever Choi Seungnie is-" Seungkwan couldn't even finish his sentences as he started laughing, rolling onto the floor. "You're really holding a big grudge."

[QUICK INTERRUPTION: CHOI SEUNGNIE?! hella cute and the fact that it was cheol made me cry🥹]

"It sounds a lot like younger Minnie," Mingyu commented. "'Forget dinner, just let me go out to meet my friends' Who the hell are you meeting up with?" He directed the last question at the girl who looked at him in shock.

[we get it, you're jealous]

[it's okay, i'd be too]

[but i think that's what happens if your girlfriend is the hottest woman on earth tbh]

"That's not me! I wouldn't text like that!"

He nodded, "I know, I know," smiling to himself as he knew exactly.

As her fingers furiously tapped on her screen, a mumble escaped her lips. "I know exactly who this idiot is."

-

After the last question had been asked, every member had to make their final guess on who the real Minnie was in the group chat, and so the discussion began.

"She's probably the one with only the heart as a username," the leader stated.

"True, she uses that a lot," Dokyeom agreed with him, followed by Vernon who nodded along as he gave his opinion.

[yes, they know her well, BUT there are two people that know her even better]

"But 'Pledis #1 Facecard' used the same emojis. Either she didn't even try to hide it or that person imitating her is really good." The other members nodded. Everyone but the '97 Liner rapper, who interferred,

"But 'tulip' tried a bit too hard to sound different. It was kinda unnatural."

[did he just insult her]

[careful mingyu]

"Yeah, but wouldn't Minnie be better at pretending like that?" Hoshi turned the conversation around again.

"Or," Seungkwan interrupted, "That's EXACTLY what she wants you to think."

"Woah..." Woozi chuckled, "Finding Minnie is more complicated than I thought."

"She's smart, so it's definitely hard," Jun added.

[i knew i was in love with a smart woman]

Joshua glanced at the members with a proud smile, "I'm confident that Minnie is the one with the 'Pledis #1 Facecard'. Very humble."

Minnie giggled in the background.

[VERY HUMBLE HAHAHA]

"Yeah, I think so too," Minghao pointed at him. The rest of the members stood behind the statement, only leaving Mingyu quiet as he shook his head - that being caught by the second oldest member.

"Alright," Jeonghan quieted them down, "Let's just ask them to reveal themselves and then, if it's not Minnie, we can check 'tulip'."

"She's for sure that," Seungkwan mumbled to himself, "It has to be."

"Alright, who was it?" Dokyeom asked with a big smile on his face, turning around to face the group.

[DRUMROLL PLEASE]

Everyone went quiet for a second before a sly grin formed on Wonwoo's lips, "Me."

"Wonwoo?!"

"You?!"

"WHAT?"

"How?!"

[i. knew. it]

[LOOK AT HIS SMIRK]

[HE'S SO PROUD OF HIMSELF]

[i'm so proud of him too, ngl]

Different exclaims, one louder than the other, bounced off the walls as they found out who the real culprit was behind the name.

"What?! I was SO sure it was Minnie," Hoshi gasped, "Wow... that was amazing."

"You impersonated her really well, hyung, woah..." Dino complimented him.

[nah fr though]

[like... the next student who graduated university along with mingyu in the same course]

Wonwoo chuckled, "Thank you, thank you." 

"Wait, but who was 'tulip' now?" Joshua suddenly wondered.

Minnie giggled, "Oh, that was me."

"I KNEW IT!" Mingyu jumped up, "I told you guys! Why didn't you believe me!"

[i mean... what am I supposed to say]

[y'all are seeing this too]

[I don't even need to comment this, just watch them]

"Ugh," Vernon ran a hand through his hair, "We really should've listened to Mingyu-hyung."

-

[Going Seventeen] EP.81 TOUR SEV SEV #1

The screens showed the table where 11 out of the 14 members sat, slowly zooming into the beloved trio on the left side. Mingyu, Minnie, and Wonwoo were sitting next to each other.

They had just finished their call with Dokyeom and were falling back into a regular conversation.

"But why are you reading webtoon right now?" Mingyu suddenly wondered, leaning over the girl to get a better look at the iPad in front of Wonwoo.

"Well-" Jeonghan was about to explain.

"Why are you reading webtoons?"

"He can, why not?" The second oldest defended him, followed by the female member, who smacked her fellow '97 Liner's arm.

[i can NEVER read these two]

[are they gonna be all cutey and touchy today?]

[or are they gonna be just like in the old times?]

"Exactly, why can't he. At least he's educating himself," she argued, placing her hand on top of the older man's shoulder. 

[little dom girlfriend, supporting her sub gamer boyfriend]

[we love seeing it]

The younger rapper shuffled back into his seat, his eyes locked on the girl while he crossed his arms in front of his chest, a slight pout forming on his lips.

"Woah... you're really always taking his side," he mumbled dramatically, shaking his head, and making the girl reach out to poke his cheek with her finger.

[THE POUT?!]

[THE WAY SHE POKED HIM?!]

[I WOULD'VE KISSED HIM RIGHT THEN AND THERE]

[pretty sure she had to hold herself back from doing so]

[i understand minnie]

-

[more wonnie than mimiwon, but look, sometimes there's more content and this was too cute not to be included]

While the entire group was discussing where to go and what type of transportation they could use to their advantage, some would've maybe missed what had happened in the background.

Wonwoo and Minnie had diverted into their own little world, focusing on something on his iPad as they pointed at it and chuckled together. 

[are they looking for another one to sit right in between them? i volunteer]

They were being half covered by Mingyu's bigger frame, but the camera still caught their interaction.

As the girl went to lean back and straighten out the sweater she was wearing, the '96 Liner's hand reached out to move a strand of hair out of her face, earning himself a grin from her.

[ATTENTIVE BOYFRIEND THINGS]

-

Seungkwan jumped up from his seat, "Okay, by foot! Move on already!"

Causing the entire table to errupt in laughter, leaving a stunned Mingyu to sit on his seat.

[this was so choatic, i would've cried]

"Of course, we'd walk to nearby places," Jeonghan tried to calm down the quarrel, but everyone was too focused on the shouting of the '98 Liner.

As Mingyu was motioning to the younger member to sit down, "Don't get mad," speaking more calmly, Minnie leaned on his shoulder, trying to contain her laughter, in clear awe of the member next to her.

[my head would never leave his shoulder, respect to her]

"Seungkwan, sit down," she chuckled, still close to the rapper, patting his upper arm. "And you just move on with what you were saying."

The rapper finally finished his statement, thinking it was over and they could move on to the next subject matter, but the leader inferred.

"That's what I've been saying!"

"What?!" Mingyu mocked him, leaning forward just a slight bit, "You didn't say by foot," pointing at the oldest member, to which Minnie took his hand in hers to push it back.

"Stop that," she commented.

[DOM MINNIE STANS RISE]

[this was so hot for no reason and for every reason at the same time]

Seungcheol continued his argument, "I said by foot. By foot, public transportation, and by car!"

"Okay, Cheol-" the female member started, but the leader stopped her,

"Don't protect him like that, Minnie!"

She glanced at him wide-eyed, "I'm not protecting him! He made us laugh with his 'by foot' comment, so it's all good. Yes, you said it before, but let's just move on. Let him get his screentime."

Mingyu pouted at her comment, "I didn't do it for screentime." Which she brushed off with a motion of her hands, whispering something that wasn't heard clearly, but made him and Wonwoo on the other side of her chuckle in synch.

[I-]

[...]

[...]

[no words]

[they're too cute]

[that's all i can say at this point]

-

[again: wonnie content, but LOOK]

The group erupted into another loud discussion, leaving the more quiet members to their own as they sat back. Minghao decided to stay out of it, focusing on his laptop, while Minnie let her head fall back. Wonwoo turned to look at her, asking her something that the editors didn't put louder in the episode. His question made her sit back up straight, her face scrunching up in a way that could portray pain. The '96 Liner placed his hand on top of her head, patting it softly, letting it travel from her hair down to her back as she leaned forward again, her elbows resting on the table.

[do they know cameras are on them or do they really not care?]

[because WE NEED MORE]

[i've never seen wonwoo this affectionate]

[what is this girl feeding him]

-

[also wanted to include this just bc i thought it was cute]

"Leisure!" Mingyu added to the list as they went through the categories each group could focus on, to which the female performer scrunched her eyebrows.

"Leisure?" Gaining the attention of the '97 Liner next to her, who nodded. "What is leisure?" Looking up with her big brown eyes.

Before he could answer her, Wonwoo raised his voice over the rest of the group slightly, to reach the younger member on the other side. "Vernonie!" His head snapped towards their direction. "What is leisure in English?"

[the way he immediately knew to ask vernon to translate bc it would be easier for her]

[i know the bar is low, but this was cute, alright?!]

"Huh?" He wondered, leaning forward to hear the other rapper better.

"What is leisure? In English," the girl repeated.

"Oh," Vernon nodded, "Free time. Leisure"

"Aaaah," Minnie smiled at him. "Thank youuu. Leisure is really just leisure, okay." 

-

[Going Seventeen] EP.88 BOOmily Outing #4

After the alarm blasted across the place, everyone had gotten up, and one after the other was leaving the house to gather outside. Minnie came out through the door, a jacket swallowing her small frame as she had only taken a long pair of pants and a short-sleeved shirt to sleep in with her. 

[NOW]

[we all have seen this jacket before]

*inserts clip from episode one of Boomily Outing, showing Wonwoo wearing that exact jacket during the intro*

[MH]

[exactly]

*back to cute and tired minnie*

[i guess this is just minnie priviledge]

Her eyes adjusted to the bright light while trying to find a comfortable place to settle down and wait for her turn in the game they had to play. She saw Mingyu sitting on the elevated floor in the middle of the garden and made her way over. 

[we saw her literally looking for him]

The rapper found her approaching and made some space next to him for the girl to sit down, which she gladly accepted. As soon as her bottom hit the wood, her head fell to his shoulders and her eyes closed. Mingyu would shake her awake once it was her turn.

['no place like kim mingyu's shoulder' I LOVE THE GOSE EDITORS BC YES, SAME]

-

[Going Seventeen] EP.89 Guess Who Left Secretly #1

[this was so chaotic and fun]

After hearing multiple doors closing, Minnie calculated it to be the perfect time to escape from her room. In preparation, she took off her shoes and placed them right next to the door before opening it, ready to rush out. However, her calculations were wrong when she suddenly came to an immediate halt when her eyes locked with Wonwoo's, who gazed at her with a grin. Her lips pressed together in a tight line and she was ready to turn around when the '96 Liner motioned for her to walk past him, making her scrunch her eyebrows in confusion, only for him to move his hand around even faster, telling her to be quick.

[SUPPORTIVE BOYFRIEND IS BACK]

[he's so adorable, how can she just live with him like that]

With a quiet chuckle, she rushed past him, making sure that her steps were as light as possible, but the sudden sound of a familiar voice made her stop in her tracks.

"Call Minnie, please!" Mingyu called out.

[and there comes the devil]

The girl turned around and looked around the almost empty space, where only Wonwoo stood by the table.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, walking back slowly, trying to find an open door with Mingyu's figure - she was even more confused when she couldn't see him.

"I saw you, go back," he argued. The pout on her face made her partner chuckle. She kept her eyes open, looking closely around and focusing on every door individually, when Wonwoo gave her a soft hum, making her turn around to look at him. He pointed up slightly, letting her eyes travel around to where the makeshift build-up walls ended.

"You little-" she stopped herself from cursing, glaring at the camera Mingyu had put up right above his door.

[he was so funnily annoying with this, so i totally understand her]

[but we love it]

-

Sulkingly, the girl decided to stand in the doorway to her room, her arms crossed as she looked straight ahead, waiting for one specific door to open.

Right as it did, revealing the 6ft2 physique of her member, she shouted out loud, "Call Mingyu, please!"

The man sighed, "Yeah yeah, alright, I get it." Closing the door again with a smile.

[I LOVE THEM]

-

A few of the members gathered around in the middle, whispering to each other.

"Kill one person, just one."

"Mingyu," Minnie immediately suggested, getting a round of chuckles from the others as they nodded in agreement.

[PLS MINNIE]

"He's so annoying," Joshua whined.

[besties gotta stick together]

The girl didn't need to be told twice, she knew exactly what to do as she rushed over to the door of said member and locked it right away. Once she turned back around, Vernon was already waiting for her with his hand raised, high-fiving her,

"Good job," he giggled.

[THEY'RE SO ANNOYING HIM]

[he deserved it though]

-

"Mingyu," Wonwoo called out after he exited his room to join the others by the table in the middle, "The name of the program isn't 'Please call them'."

The girl chuckled.

[getting called out by the other husband, as he should]

"Stop laughing, Minnie and just unlock my door," was the only thing coming back from the '97 Liner rapper, but she shook her head, even though she knew he couldn't see her.

[she was so over it HAHAHA]

The female member got closer to the '96 Liner as he stopped by the table. She leaned into his side, speaking softly, "We'll leave by order of age. Okay?"

[my eyes are on you two]

"Us all?" He wondered, pointing at the others who were standing opposite of them, to which she nodded. "Okay," he answered, patting her back as she passed him, brushing her hands over his shoulders.

[it's the little things you know]

[and i don't even know how little this was bc twt went WILD]

[as they should yk]

-

After the second round ended, each member who was still somewhere within the building, came to the open space in the middle. They started discussing which members left when Dino noticed something,

"Minnie? Where's she?"

"Did she leave?" Vernon wondered while looking around.

Wonwoo grinned to himself, knowing that she left a few minutes ago as he had seen her but didn't say anything.

[i know what you did]

[and i love you for it]

[hubby material fr]

Mingyu suddenly shouted, "Please call Minnie!" Only a second later, the sound of a call going through bounced off the walls, making every member laugh out loud.

[and there he goes]

Before anyone could say something to her, the high-pitched voice of the female member rang through,

"You cannot be serious?! I had ten seconds left, you idiots!" Making the guys laugh even harder.

[she's so done]

"Aw, Minnie-ya come back, I miss you," the youngest of them all said to her, making her giggle.

"Well then, I'll only come back because of you, Dino."

"We miss you too!" Mingyu added, but that's when the girl ended the call, letting laughter fill the room.

[I LAUGHED SO HARD]

-

As soon as she got back, her eyes quickly landed on the tallest member, "You called me, didn't you?" And only got a sneaky smile in return.

[i bet my right little finger nail that they discussed this at home]

-

[Going Seventeen] EP.90 Guess Who Left Secretly #2

[if you haven't watched this episode: warning, loud; if you have: have fun watching this mess agian]

Minnie saw her chance and took it. She rushed out of her room, ready to race over to the door, when another one opened revealing Mingyu, who was quick to jump into the middle of the room, blocking off the possibility of her leaving.

"Go back!" He pointed back at her door.

The female performer groaned out loud, "Who unlocked your door again?!"

[vernon babes, hate to break it to you]

"Go," Mingyu just laughed at her antics, continuing to point at her door.

The two fell into a sudden silence as Minnie tried to get closer, lowering her voice.

"Let's form an alliance," she spoke softly, extending her hands, "You let me go now, and I won't tell you."

[she... her voice... i need her to whisper into my ear like that]

"That's not how the game works," the rapper shook his head with a chuckle, taking small steps back to keep the distance between the two.

"Says who?!" The girl whined, making him laugh even more.

"You have to go back, Minnie," He tried to explain to her as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, shifting her weight onto one leg, popping out her hip.

"Alright, then you have to back too because technically I caught you as well."

[THE SASS]

Mingyu nodded, "And I will, after you went back." Earning himself a glare from the main dancer.

[they're so hot when they're both like this]

[rilled up af]

The two were interrupted by the sudden opening of a door to their right, where Wonwoo's head peaked out, both members now focused on him. The distraction gave Minnie the opportunity to brush past her fellow '97 Liner, quick on her feet as she tried to sprint towards the door. Mingyu reacted quickly, able to grab the female member by her arm just as she passed him, making her groan.

"NO! Let go!" She fell to the floor dramatically, but Mingyu didn't even budge. 

[NOT EVEN A MILIMETRE DID THIS MAN MOVE]

[AS IF HE'S USED TO THIS]

[his grip must be so tight, oh lord, my thoughts are travelling]

[imagine his grip around your-]

Minnie's feet, still without shoes on them, stuck to the floor with all her strength as she tried to pull back from the guy's tight grip on her wrist. He let her go with a chuckle, making her sigh in relief, only for him to snatch her by her ankle. 

[the way he's enjoying this...]

[that hot mf...]

[i need him to do this to me]

A loud groan tumbled from her lips.

"You're using your strength against me, and that's unfair!"

[bet you that ain‘t the first time he's done that]

[TELL ME I'M WRONG]

By now the two of them had gained an audience, each one of their members staring and laughing at the two. Dokyeom was already on the floor too, his loud laughter filling the room while Hoshi was wiping away the tears that had left his eyes.

[love how they're all enjoying mingyu just manhandling her like this]

"Ya!" Wonwoo chuckled as he got closer to the two, "Let go of her and both of you, go to your rooms, come on." 

[DADDY]

[sorry, i slipped]

[the athority is doing things to me, i can't help it😶]

He tapped Mingyu's shoulder, making him loosen his grip before he took a step forward, reaching out with his right hand for Minnie to grab, but she only kicked up with her leg, pushing his hand away with a smile. 

[LOOK AT HER]

[look at her]

[she literally enjoyed this giant manhandling her]

The '96 Liner came up behind the other rapper and swapped places, helping the female performer up and brushing over her back, making sure her clothes didn't get dirty.

[and there comes the hubby material again]

"Wow, that was so dramatic," Dokyeom commented, making the others chuckle and nod in agreement.

[this fr must've been quite the scene to watch in real life]

-

[Going Seventeen] EP.91 Point of Omniscient Interfere Penalty #1

"Whoever does 30 squats outside gets 20 grapes!" Mingyu shouted into the room, sitting by the counter, eating his bowl of freshly cooked ramen.

Minnie didn't need to be told twice and rushed over, pushing past S.Coups who also wanted to give the challenge a chance, to the door, leading to the garden. "I'll do it!" She told them before disappearing, making sure to stay by the window.

[giving into a man that easily... minnie... i thought we were better than that]

[but then again... we are talking about mingyu here, so... i get it]

After crouching down 30 times, the girl got back inside, clearly out of breath as she found her fellow '97 Liner still sitting where she had last seen him. She approached him slowly.

"I did it," she got out, her hands on her hips as her breaths were falling heavily from her lips.

Mingyu's eyes met hers, noodles still hanging out of his mouth. "Oh, really? I didn't see it."

[bitch]

"W-," the girl gazed at him in shock, "You can't do that! You said whoever does it gets twenty grapes and I did it."

"But I didn't see you. How am I supposed to know you're telling the truth?" 

Minnie didn't answer him but just continued to stare at him.

With a grin, he patted the seat next to him, "Come on, sit down, I'll feed you ramen as an excuse." When she didn't even budge, he reached out to hold onto her wrist gently, pulling her in.

[why is her wrist so tiny in his hands]

[and why is that doing something to me]

[size kink go brrrr]

But she was anything but impressed by his pitty apology. "Mister Mediator!" Making Mingyu groan and throw his head back.

[THIS IS WHY THEY'RE PERFECT TOGETHER]

[mimiwon forever]

[🤍🐶🌷🐱🤍]

Wonwoo walked over to the couple, hands in his pocket and a smile plastered on his face. "Yeah?"

Minnie pointed at the culprit. "Mingyu's lying, and he's mean."

[gotta love a 25 year old woman calling out a 25 year old man for not giving her stickers]

"Mm," the '96 Liner hummed, "How many grapes did he promise you?"

"20."

He nodded, "Okay, I believe you. Mingyu, give her the twenty grapes." 

[oh wonwoo, can you be any more of a simp?!]

Wonwoo simply told him before passing them again and walking over to the other side of the room.

The younger rapper followed his best friend with wide eyes. "W- He's just gonna leave like that?"

"Well," Minnie grinned, "You heard him," showing him her palm.

Mingyu scoffed, "He's biased for real."

[STAND UP FOR YOURSELF]

[like... he doesn't even want to]

[they're both wrapped around her finger]

[even though he's trying not to show it too much, he can't hide it]

[not from us]

-

The Mimiwon trio was relaxing on the wooden platform by the karaoke machine, watching the performance unit leader with smiles on their faces as he tried to sing a song he had never heard of before.

"Hoshi, I'll give you ten if you finish this well!" the tallest of them all shouted out, getting a thumbs up in return.

All of a sudden, Minnie leaned forward, placing her chin on Mingyu's shoulder, whispering, but still speaking loud enough for the microphone to catch her. "Do you want to give me five grapes?"

[she's adorable, so yes, i would give her five grapes]

"For what?" Her turned his head, making her pull back slightly as they locked eyes.

She shrugged with a smile, "Just because." But he didn't answer her, instead directing his attention back to the singing tiger.

[HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO HER]

With a pout, the girl sulked back into her place. Wonwoo chuckled at the scene in front of him.

"What's going on with you two?" He wondered.

[pls get your partners in check]

Minnie turned around to face her boyfriend. "Should Mingyu give me five grapes?"

"What for?"

The female member placed both of her palms right underneath her chin, cupping her cheeks and tilting her face to the side with a soft smile playing on her lips.

[this could only work on them, and literally only them]

[the other members would've laughed in her face, SO HARD, you cannot even try to tell me i'm wrong]

[i know damn well i'm right]

Wonwoo nodded, "I see. Hm... I guess he should."

[... he's so weak for her]

[i need a man to be this down bad for me too]

[scratch that, i need wonwoo to be this down bad for me too]

She jolted up in excitement, smacking the other rapper's shoulder to make him turn around. "Ah, what?"

"He said you have to give me five grapes," Minnie nodded behind her, where a smiling '96 Liner was already gazing at the two in front of him.

"Woah, hyung," the younger rapper sighed, "You can't keep doing that."

[he's about to leave this relationship, i'm telling you guys]

"He's the mediator, he can do whatever he wants." 

[OH, wifey protecting her husband]

To which Mingyu rolled his eyes, already diving into the small bag that held the stickers she was asking for, keeping a glare on the girl, who provocatively kept on smiling at him.

-

Hoshi, Joshua, and Minnie stood up from their positions on the couch after Mingyu proposed the idea of drawing a portrait of Wonwoo, even though all three of them had already finished filling up their shirts with purple stickers. Their giggles followed them as they went to get a piece of paper each and pens. 

After they sat down on the floor, Jun decided to join them. "What are we doing?"

"Drawing a portrait of Wonwoo's face," Hoshi explained to him.

[and who's idea was that? sir simp kim mingyu]

"Wonwoo's face," he chuckled in amusement but still got ready to start his own drawing as well as he was still in desperate need of more stickers.

"I'll draw you too," Mingyu sat down as well, "I'm really good at drawing Wonwoo, we're roommates after all."

[i love how a lot of carats were starting to doubt they still lived together, so he really just had to remind everyone]

[no one's taking him away from you, don't worry mingyu]

[minnie's sharing him with you at least]

"And Minnie?" Vernon chuckled as he looked to the side, seeing the girl gaze up at the '97 Liner with scrunched eyebrows.

"Yeah, exactly," she scoffed, "What about me? You don't think I can draw him well?"

[oh minnie, you can draw him so much better, i believe in you]

"I've been roommates with him for longer," he argued back.

[why did he have to hurt her like that]

Minnie pointed a strict finger at him, "Next time I'm moving apartments, I'm taking Wonwoo with me."

[THE GAME IS ON]

[she threatened him GOOD]

[damn, that really must've hit close to home]

[wouldn't wanna be in the car on the way back to the apartment]

"Why are you three joining anyways?" The '96 Liner decided to change the subject.

[Mister Meditator is good at mediating]

Joshua turned towards him to answer his question. "Screen time, screen time."

"Plus I want to show Mingyu, I can draw you better than him," the girl added without looking up, getting a chuckle out of the Korean-American as he patted her hair gently.

[not mimiwon, BUT I LOVE THEIR INTERACTIONS SO MUCH TOO]

-

Minnie stood between Hoshi and Mingyu, being third to reveal her portrait as she clutched the piece of paper close to her chest. Her turn had come.

"Okay," she started, "My backstory is... because I keep up with Wonwoo's Gameboy lives, I decided to not only draw a portrait of him BUT to actually draw a portrait of his Animal Crossing character."

"Ooh, because you're so attentive," Jeonghan pointed, making her smile.

"Exactly."

[she's so supportive of her gamer boyfriend, i love it]

Mingyu's scoff made her eye him with a glare. "That's an excuse to be able to draw something animated. That's too easy."

"What do you know? Why are you coming at me like that!" The female member argued, kicking him softly with her foot.

[this was them almost the entire two episodes btw]

[it started off cute and ended like this, idk what happened]

"Yeah, leave her alone! Just because you don't keep up with Wonwoo's lives doesn't mean you have to be mean to her," S.Coups pointed at the younger rapper, getting a pout in defeat from him.

[big brother cheol coming to the rescue]

-

Younji's Drinking Show

[THIS WAS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER]

[i SO HIGHLY recommend you watch the whole video]

[i laughed so hard]

[this girl really doesn't know when to shut her mouth]

[i was surprised they kept this all in]

[but god, i just know everything they cut out must be GOLD]

[I'm gonna need a part two btw, just in case youngji and/or her team is watching. hi.]

With scrunched eyebrows, the idol leaned forward slightly, as if that would get her to see outside of the apartment.

"Was that a bark?" Minnie wondered.

[nah, probably just carats tbh, we do that nowadays]

Unsurprised, Youngji nodded, turning back around from her place by the kitchen counter, where she had prepared more drinks for the two of them. "Yeah, one of the neighbours has a dog."

"You're allowed to have pets here?"

The younger girl shook her head with a chuckle, "No."

[mood]

"Oh," Minnie joined her, covering her mouth and thanking her for the new beverages as they both sat back together at the table. "Ugh," her sigh was filled with sadness, "I should also keep a pet secretly."

"What?" Youngji laughed out loud, "Why secretly?"

"I'm not allowed," the performer pouted.

"Why? Says who?"

"My roommates," Minnie answered, 

[MY ROOMMATES]

[AS IF WE DON'T KNOW WHO THEY ARE BABES]

[she's so salty about this subject, i can't with her😂😭]

and took a sip from one of the cocktails she had mixed for both of them earlier, because yes, she wasn't yet drunk enough, her drunk self told her that.

"Aaaah," the young rapper nodded, "Wonwoo and Mingyu, right?"

"That's right," she nodded.

Youngji put a piece of meat in her mouth before continuing, "You three have lived together for a long time, haven't you?"

[suspiciously long, yes youngji, pls keep digging for the sake of mimiwon supporters, thank you]

The '97 Liner nodded as she was still drinking.

"For how long?"

"Ehm..." Minnie put the glass down, her pointer running around the brim in circles. She tilted her head to the side, "...when... when did Bittersweet come out?" Turning to her right, she hoped the producers could help, to which the younger girl chuckled,

[i know she was tipsy here already, but the fact that she didn't know😪🥲]

"Shouldn't you know that? Why are you looking at them?"

"I don't know," Minnie laughed out loud, "I forget... ehm... 20...21? Yeah," she nodded, "Yeah, 2021... May, I think. We moved in together around the time that we released that. Right before- before we went to In The Soop."

[this explains so many moments from in the soop tbh]

"Aaaah, ok ok, I see. And they still don't let you have a pet after over two years?"

[and she's been begging for one for YEARS]

The idol shook her head.

"Why not? What pet do you want? A kangaroo?"

[IMAGINE😂😂😂]

Her unexpected joke made the girl laugh hard as she hunched over the table. "Nooo, I want a cat. I've been wanting a cat for AGES."

"You have Wonwoo. He's a handsome cat too."

[youngji knows what's up]

Minnie's nose scrunched at the comment. "I know, I know, but a real cat would be really cute."

[SHE SAID SHE KNOWS]

[she knows how handsome her cute little boyfriend is, love it]

"Why don't they let you."

"Well... Wonwoo... Wonwoo would want one too, but... Mingyu doesn't. I mean, he's allergic-"

"That's a pretty good reason not to get a cat, Minnie, I must say," Youngji interrupted her, filling the room with her own laughter, accompanied by the staff in the background.

[no, don't side with her]

Minnie was quick to reach out with her hands, "No no no! He can take medication for that," she brushed it off, "But yeah... they say we don't have time for one, and I know they're right, but the other members have dogs, and they're happy and I would take very good care of a cat."

The younger one nodded. "Call them."

[i literally gasped when she said that]

"What?" The '97 Liner was taken aback.

"Call them." She repeated.

"Wonwoo and Mingyu? Now? Should I?" All producers bounced their heads with excitement, 

"We need good content," making the two at the table giggle. "And the producers are really big fans."

[i mean, who isn't, let's be honest]

"Yeah, I can tell," Minnie laughed.

-

The phone rang for just a second before Mingyu picked up. Before he could say anything, the girl beat him to it.

"You're on speaker, just so you know!"

[SHE WAS SO QUICK WITH THAT HAHAHAH]

[girl ain't about to catch a scandal]

A deep chuckle could be heard from him. "Are you still at Youngji's place?"

"Yep," she answered, moving her phone over to the other girl, so she could talk to the speaker.

"Hello, Kim Mingyu," she greeted him.

"Ah, hello Youngji. How are you?"

"I'm very good, how are you?" But he didn't even get the option to answer as Minnie snatched her phone back up to her.

"There's something important I have to discuss with you." Giggles came from behind the camera. The staff was very much enjoying the interaction.

"Okay. And you want to discuss that over the phone... on speaker? While drunk?"

[his concerned voice is actually so cute]

She rolled her eyes, "I'm not that drunk."

"Sure," Mingyu simply answered, clearly not believing her even a little bit.

[SURE]

"So," she started, "About the cat-"

"Minnie, no," he immediately stopped her, making her look straight into the camera, anything but amusement written all across her face.

[she knew he was gonna say that]

[i knew he was gonna say that]

[you knew he was gonna say that]

[but damn, he really just hurt her like that]

"But-"

"We've talked about this so many times."

"But you're not listening to me..."

"I've listened to you," he spoke softly to her, "I've even watched your PowerPoint presentation,"

[POWERPOINT PRESENTATION]

[she did a freaking presentation]

['why we should get a cat by kim minnie‘]

[i need to see this presentation]

"but Jag-...," he cleared his throat, "Minnie-ya... we can't. You know, we don't have time for one."

[Y'ALL HEARD THAT RIGHT]

[let me replay that for you]

*replays the clip*

[NOW]

[what are we gonna do about that]

[we knew exactly what he said, or what he wanted to say or whatever]

[... but yeah sure, i bet they're just calling each other that casually around the dorm, mh]

"Is it because of your allergy?" She wondered, placing the phone down to put both of her hands underneath her thighs.

Mingyu chuckled slightly. "I mean, yeah, that too. But I also don't have Aji or Bobpul with me-"

"Bring them! You can bring them to the apartment, and I'll get a cat-"

"Minnie, stop," he was now full-on laughing on the other side of the phone, Youngji doing the exact same on her side of the table.

[this conversation was everything to me, knowing they've had it multiple times before, but now over the phone, with a drunk minnie, WHILE BEING FILMED]

The female performer groaned, "I'm gonna call Wonwoo."

[if one boyfriend says so, you can still ask the other one, what a priviledged life istg]

[only minnie can do this]

"Wonwoo's right next to me, he's listening," the rapper told her.

"Wonwoo!" She called out, catching Youngji off-guard as she jolted up at the sudden volume of her voice.

"Minnie!" He copied her tone with an evident smile. "Do you want us to come pick you up?"

[THE SOFTNESS OF HIS VOICE]

[kill me pls]

[also: yes, come pick me up. yes, please. yes. on your motorcycle, thank you.]

"What? Hell no, I'm not done here."

[she was enjoying this so much]

The female rapper gave her two thumbs up with a proud grin.

"But," Seventeen's female member continued, "You can try to get Mingyu to agree on the cat."

"You know, I can't do that. We've tried. But we can go to the cat shelter tomorrow again if you want." His proposal made the girl's eyes glow up.

[and that's how you make a woman happy]

[other men, please take notes]

[just copy everything wonwoo does]

[just be jeon wonwoo, then you're perfect]

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Alright, then I'll let it slide for now, I guess. I'm still sad about it though."

"I know," Wonwoo chuckled, "Maybe one day. Enjoy the rest of the time with Youngji, okay?"

"Yep," she smiled, looking down into the phone.

"And don't say anything stupid when you're already this drunk now!" Mingyu suddenly shouted through the phone, sounding more distant than before.

[oh, our boy was SCARRED]

"Yeah, just be careful, okay? Call if you need anything," the '96 Liner stated, to which Youngji looked into the camera in shock.

[same youngji, same]

[we all need a man like that]

[PLS WONWOO, MY EXPECTATIONS ARE ALREADY HIGH ENOUGH, for christ sake]

"Alright," Minnie spoke sweetly, "I'll see you later."

Wonwoo hummed into the phone.

"I love you," she took the device into her hands again. Only another hum followed, making her frown. "Ya, say it back!"

[THIS INTERRACTIONS]

"Yeah, I love you too. Now go back to filming," the older rapper chuckled, ending the call.

[he's suddenly so shy, what the hell wonwoo]

The female dancer handed the phone back to one of the producers behind the camera to keep it safe for the time being.

Youngji was still quiet in her seat, just looking around the room wide-eyed.

"What's going on?" Minnie couldn't help but chuckle at her facial expression.

The younger girl sniffled, "They're so cute!" The dancer threw her head back and clapped, accompanied by her laughter echoing through the room. "Oh my God... I expected them to be kind, but THEY'RE SO SWEET!"

[RIGHT?!]

[and she just gets to live with them AND has both of them wrapped around her finger, can you believe it?!]

Minnie nodded, "They are."

"Do you always say 'I love you' so casually?" Youngji wondered, making the '97 Liner stop for a second before she answered.

[oh, there we go]

"Yeah... I always make them say it," she gulped, "But I make all of the members say it. It's important to hear it from the people close to you, you know?"

[sure minnie... sure... yeah i totally make my friends say i love you back to me]

"Aaaah," the other girl nodded, "That's true."

-

"You really have an entire bedroom here, wow," Minnie peeked inside one of the doors after exiting from the bathroom. Youngji had started to put some of their old glasses onto the kitchen counter to make more room for food on the dining table. The girls were a lot more drinks in now, making it hard for either of them to walk straight as they just continued to chuckle for no apparent reason.

"I couldn't sleep here on my own," the female performer mumbled as she slowly made her way back to her seat, leaving a confused '02 Liner standing

"You couldn't? Can't you sleep alone?" She wondered, joining the idol at the table.

Minnie shook her head. "But that's because... I mean- you have to imagine... I've shared a room with someone since 2010. Ever since I became a trainee. To suddenly sleep alone is gonna be really hard," her words were lulled but still clear to understand.

"But..." Youngji rubbed her eyes gently, her eyebrows still tightly scrunched together, "So... you share a room now in the apartment too? With Wonwoo and Mingyu."

[LADIES AND GENTS, WE GOT HER]

[OH YOUNGJI, YOU WONDERFUL GENIUS]

The Seventeen member opened her mouth, but closed it quickly again, looking straight ahead, before locking eyes with the other girl. "Oh... no!" She chuckled, "No, no... I meant like... alone... in an apartment... yeah." 

[yeah... mh]

[my god minnie, we love you a lot, but that hole you're digging is getting deeper and deeper]

[and we love it too much to get you out of it😭]

Quickly reaching out to get a hold of the glass in front of her.

[try playing it off as hard as you want, we got you in 4k]

"Mm... I see..." Youngji dragged out her answer as she kept her eyes strict on Minnie, who, in return, felt the gaze, making her glance over, only for both of them to errupt in laughter together.

[YOUNGJI KNOWS]

[oh she so knows]

[do you understand me now why we need a part two of this video?!]

-

A voice from behind the camera, made the girls look up.

"Oh, your mum is calling," the younger rapper explained, pointing at the producer who was holding up her phone.

Minnie squeezed her eyes shut, "Aaah... I'm way too drunk to talk to her normally.... hold on." She got up from her seat and walked over to grab the device, answering it while still out of the shot.

The crew had turned off her microphone, leaving Youngji's on, so she could talk to the audience in a whisper.

"Minnie is talking to her mother on the phone, she'll be right back."

[MAMA KIM HIIIIII]

[gotta love the queen]

A cut later, the female member was back, sitting in her designated seat.

"Everything okay?" The younger one asked.

The '97 Liner nodded, "Yeah, yeah, she just wanted to talk, but I asked her if I could call her in a few hours or tomorrow, so... all good."

Youngji nodded as she filled up another round of shot glasses with the Soju the other woman had brought along to the shoot.

"What does your mum think about the members?" She suddenly wondered.

"Oh," Minnie covered half of her face as she had just put a rice cake in her mouth, "She LOVES Mingyu." 

['what does your mum thing about THE MEMBERS?']

['oh, she loves mingyu']

[NOT THE QUESTION]

[love how she just bursted that one out]

And continued after chewing and swallowing. "I mean she loves Wonwoo too- all of the members, but... yeah... really likes them." 

[oh girly]

Youngji nodded along to her story. "Last year... I got to go home for my birthday, for... like a week or so and... I took..." She thought about how she should best tell the story but just continued as Carats already knew most of what she was going to say. "I brought Wonwoo along with me."

[just so we're all on the same page: we thought she went with him, right? But it was never confirmed.]

[WELL, not up until now]

[!wonwoo and minnie couple holiday!]

"Oh, why Wonwoo?" The rapper wondered, handing over the shot glass.

[that's the right question to ask]

The girls clinked their glasses and threw back the alcohol before taking a deep breath to let it settle in their bodies.

"Ehm... I just- He had never been, and... he had time, so... you know," she shrugged while Youngji kept on grinning at the female member.

[WHAT DO YOU KNOW YOUNGJI]

[LOOK AT HER SMIRK]

 "And after we left, my mum immediately texted me 'And when's Mingyu coming?' and I was like..." she paused for a second. "Mum... you just saw Wonwoo again after... YEARS, so... let me bring them one at a time." 

['one at a time‘ but watch her only taking mingyu the next time and then not brining any of the other members]

Ending her story with a chuckle.

"Where did you stay while you were there?"

"When we were in England, we stayed in a hotel, but then we also visited my grandparents for a bit and just stayed at their house because they live in the countryside, so it was easier to just stay with them."

[for this i really have no words, it's just hella cute]

[introducing the boyfriend to the grandparents]

-

Weverse Live 230824

"Okay," Minnie sighed as she slumped back into the seat she had occupied earlier on the couch, her phone back in her hands so her face was seen again on the live. "I took Mingyu's iPad so we can listen to some music in the background," she explained, tapping around the screen of the device. "I'm really sorry, Carats, I almost forgot how to do these lives, I haven't done one in so long." She decided to set the phone on the coffee table in front of her, so she could have both hands free to type. "Wait," she mumbled before a lot of rustling could be heard as she shuffled forward, pushing the coffee table slightly back so she could sit down on the floor, resting her back against the couch. "There we go," she sighed happily, "That looks much better. I should've done that from the beginning."

A few seconds passed in silence.

"So," she started again, "I'm accepting song requests," and leaned forward to read the comments showing up on her phone screen. For a bit, she read through them until one caught her eye.

"Miley Cyrus' Flowers, please," Minnie nodded, "Yes, that's a good one." 

[if i didn't know she was happily living with her two husbands, i'd wonder who had hurt her, ngl]

While she already started to mumble, she typed in the name of the song, only for it to be played through the speakers in the apartment a second later.

"Is the volume okay?" She wondered, "I'll lower it a bit, so you can hear me better."

With a smile, she read through the comments, chuckling every now and then.

"'Mingyu said he furnished the apartment by himself, is that true?'" She read out loud, "Ehm... slightly, yeah. I mean..." for a quick moment, she thought about her answer, looking around the room. "I just wanted it to be comfortable... but our styles- like our... interior style choices differ a lot from each other... so... it was hard to make choices, so I let him choose a lot of the furniture. As long as it made me feel comfortable, I was fine with it," she answered with a smile and nod.

[it's so domestic, they warm my heart, it's disguting]

[i love them though]

"'Where are Mingyu and Wonwoo?' I mentioned it earlier, they went out to get food but I said I'll stay back and do the live I've been wanting to make but never have time for. So now I'll wait and chat with you guys until they're here." Minnie continued to hum to the tune of the song.

"'You don't want to do a live with them?' No, it's not that... I don't mind doing a live together with them, but... hm.... we- we usually talk about things... that we can't really talk about with Carats...," she gazed around the room suspiciously. 

[THE EYES, CHICO, THEY NEVER LIE]

[we would LOVE to know what y'all are talking about btw]

"That sounds weird, but I don't mean it like that, it's just... like the things we talk about at the monthly meetings. Just more private and... boring things... yeah." She ended it with a grin, hoping her answer was enough and it wouldn't cause too much tumult.

[PRIVATE THINGS HUH]

[i can tell you one thing and that's that she wasn't thinking about any talking when she answered that question]

"Yes!" She excitedly sat up straighter, the iPad back in her grip, "I'll add more songs, please request them now. I'm gonna put them all into the queue. That's gonna make it easier."

She added one song after the other, trying to pick out the ones she thought she'd be allowed to play.

Right as Minnie had opened her mouth again to talk, the door to the apartment opened, and the familiar deep voices filled the room,

"Jag-"

"AAAAAH" the girl suddenly shouted, "What?" quickly snapping her head to the right. 

[THE PANIC]

[i mean, we didn't hear it clearly, and I'm open for suggestions on what you heard, but know what I want to hear, so I'm staying with mine]

She reached out with her hand, ready to cover the camera when she found the eyes of the culprit entering the living room with an apologetic smile on his face. 

[this.]

[let's go over this]

*clip repeats*

[WONWOO]

[not him literally outing them like that]

Minnie nodded, speaking calmly again, "You're back already."

[just survived a heart attack]

"Yeah," Wonwoo could be heard from the side. "The food was already done when we arrived."

[exactly, play it off as if nothing just happened]

"You're still live?" Mingyu suddenly spoke up, to which she nodded, suddenly getting joined by him in the shot. "Hey guys!" He called out to the live, waving his hand to greet everyone that was watching. The rapper sat down next to her, having to push the coffee table back just a bit further as he took up more space.

"We didn't think you'd still be live. We thought you might end it because we took a little bit longer," he explained, a somewhat tight smile on his lips.

"Yeah," she nodded with a chuckle, "I figured."

[MH]

[kinda guessed that by your entrance]

"Are you playing your own playlist?" Wonwoo's voice got closer right as Minnie looked up, following something behind the camera while Mingyu was focused on reading through the comments.

[how he can just DETECT her music]

"No," she smiled up, "Carats just the same good music taste as me," cutely tilting her head when her gaze landed back on the screen. "Oh- come here," he motioned on her left side, "Don't you want to say hello to Carats?" Minnie asked with a teasing tone, giggling when Wonwoo got closer, leaning down to appear in the frame, waving.

"Hello everyone," he smiled.

She patted the free space next to her, "Sit down."

"No," he pointed to the couch, "I'll sit behind you." She immediately leaned forward, so the rapper could get in a comfortable position behind her on the couch, her shoulders squished in between his knees. 

[what even]

[like... he's doing this on purpose]

[you know that, right]

[he wants to show off]

The sight of it in the camera made her laugh, Mingyu joined her once he saw it too.

"I'm Wonwoo, and I have 57cm shoulders," she mimicked the deep voice of the man behind her, making him squeeze his legs together, squishing her even harder. Minnie smacked his calves to make him stop, getting a chuckle from him in return.

[THE TEASING]

"58cm," he simply added, to which she rolled her eyes dramatically.

"I'm so sorry, how could I dishonour you like that?" The two men laughed at her antics.

[i need more of this]

[pls let wonwoo forever be this affectionate]

While Mingyu continued to read out loud some questions and answer them along the way, the girl turned around to look up at the older member. She found the bottle he was still holding and reached out with her hand, making 'grabby-hands' to get a hold of it. Without needing to be told twice, Wonwoo handed it over after taking a gulp from it.

She put it up to her lips and took a sip, before closing it and handing it back to him, continuing to look straight ahead.

[i know some other members have done similar things, but I personally don't just take the bottle from my friends and drink it]

[👀👀]

-

"Did you close the window in the bedroom already?" The '96 Liner suddenly asked. Minnie stopped reading through the comments, subconsciously wrapping her arm around one of his calves that had now trapped her shoulder between them and the couch.

[now back to the singular use]

[this might be a translation problem, but i will go with it]

[THE window in THE bedroom]

[y'all have one bedroom or what?]

"Yeah, earlier, why?" She tried to look back at him as she wondered.

Wonwoo shrugged, "It's a bit chilly."

"Ah, but... oh, the bathroom window is still open."

He nodded, "Oh, ok, ok."

The girl got ready to get up, "I can go close it." But Wonwoo didn't make any move to let her out from his legs around her frame.

[he looks so comfy like this😭]

[minnie too]

[just too domestic, i can't]

"No, it's fine. I'll do it later." Making her go back to her original position.

-

"Wonwoo!" The girl made the older rapper jump by the sudden volume of her voice as she raised her head - having let it rest on his knee for a while.

[again, no words, just cutey thoughts]

"Huh?" He wondered, putting his phone to the side.

"'What was the last book you read?' a Carat asked," she explained to him, continuing to look straight ahead, taking a quick glance over to the other man who had the iPad and had started drawing something, making her smirk.

"Ehm..." Wonwoo tilted his head to show he was thinking, "What was the book you had on the nightstand?"

[THE NIGHTSTAND]

[not even YOUR nightstand, just THE]

[imma be sleeping on the highway tonight]

"Me?" She pointed to herself, slightly looking up, yet not being able to see him fully. He hummed in response.

"Diary of a Murderer," she told him and the people that were on the other side of the screen.

The rapper nodded, "Then that. I quickly breezed through it when I saw it."

[sharing books is a love language in itself to be fair]

Out of the blue, Minnie smacked Mingyu's upper arm gently. "I told you to read that," before doing the same to Wonwoo's leg. "I didn't think you'd like it." Directing each sentence to each one of them.

"I'll read it once you're done," her fellow '97 Liner assured her with a smile, followed by the sound of him placing his hand on something, almost imitating a slapping sound.

[they got mingyu to read now too]

-

Minnie was focused on answering a question, getting surprised by the delicate touch on top of her head.

[so checking out if my toaster is waterproof in the bathtop right after this video]

[how are these people calling me single THIS hard]

"I'll go prepare the food. I'm getting hungry," Wonwoo told her, his voice low and gentle as he stood up after the girl shuffled her body forward, ducking her head, so he wouldn't accidentally smack her with his knee or foot, even though he still had his hand on top of her hair.

Mingyu sighed, "Yeah, I'll help you," following his member out of the shot.

"Well, Carats," the girl spoke, "I think that's my cue to go. It was very nice talking to you and I promise to try and come on here more often. Maybe more alone," she added the last part with a whisper.

"What's wrong with us?" the younger rapper whined, making her chuckle as she waved into the camera, the voices of the two men filling the silence as they also said their goodbyes.

[and that's my cue to go and watch more compilations to continue feeding my delulu self]

Minnie x Members Content (open!)

official poly!mimiwon poll (open!)

Taglist: @shrynkk @chaebb @lunarxsun @hoe4wonwoo @kimhyejin3108 @soobzao @billboard-singer @cosmicwintr @zwiehe @alixnsuperstxr @angie-x3 @smooore @allthings-fandoms

[breadbrobin]

the bet

cedric diggory x oc — harry potter

[fem!oc]

summary: morgan ridge could turn down many things. food, romantic advances, friendships. but she could never turn down a good bet.

warnings: quite a lot of swearing (morgan is a bad influence methinks), kissing, betting/gambling, NOT x reader, fem!oc, GOD they’re in love with each other, minor character death (sort of), i think i’m a comedian with this story apparently (spoiler, i’m not), third person pov.

word count: 5.7k

(LOOK i knowwww that x oc fics don’t do as well on tumblr so if this doesn’t do well i’ll rewrite it and post as an x reader too but i don’t really want to rn so i’m just posting it as is bc idgaf really. anyway i’ve had this in my drive for like three years and it’s finally time to share morgan with the world yayyy (i love her she’s so silly))

———————————

The Inciting Incident

It all started when Lizzie Crawford entered the bathroom.

“God, Liz, do you ever knock?” Morgan asked, mostly unfazed. She was used to her friend bursting in unannounced almost every time she was showering.

“No,” Lizzie said, perching on the edge of the closed toilet and picking at her chipped nail polish. “Now, I have a proposition for you.”

Morgan poked her head around the opaque shower curtain. “Oh?”

She hummed absently, running her hand through her hair. “So you know how Diggory’s spending some of the summer with you, and then you don’t live that far away so you’ll probably be in each other’s pockets all break?”

“Uh… yes? Obviously, I know that? Why does that matter?”

“Well, I’ll bet you twenty galleons that you’ll get some action with him over the holidays.”

Morgan turned the shower off and peeked around the shower curtain at her friend. “Come again?”

“I bet you twenty galleons that you’ll get some with Diggory over the holidays.”

“He’s my friend.”

“And? Do we have a deal?”

Morgan paused, considering her options. On one hand, she knew she didn’t have feelings for Cedric. On the other, it felt wrong to take a bet like that. Finally, her lack of moral compass won. “Fine. We have a deal.”

“Great! I can’t wait to be twenty galleons richer.”

“Yeah,” she laughed, turning the shower on again and running conditioner through the ends of her hair. “Keep dreaming, Liz.”

“What are the conditions?” Camilla Maquez asked, leaning across the table at dinner.

“Conditions?” Morgan asked, buttering a bread roll and handing it to her.

“Yeah, like, what constitutes as ‘getting some’,” she used quotation marks. “Because you two are so affectionate anyway, so Liz, you need to specify.”

Morgan rolled her eyes and pulled a face at her friend.

“No, she’s right,” Lizzie cut in. “Kissing? That counts.”

“Only lips though right?” she clarified.

“Yes, Morgan. Holding hands romantically counts. Gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes.” she hummed in thought. “Hugs with romantic context.”

Camilla snorted into her bread. When the other two shot her a confused look, she raised her hands. “It’s funny because they do all of this anyway.”

“Not romantically,” Morgan pointed out.

“Mhm,” she smirked.

“Piss off.”

“Anyway,” Lizzie continued. “Legs. Anything to do with legs. Touching your leg with his hand or leg or anything romantically.”

“Mm, that’s sexy stuff,” Camilla mocked.

“Like I said, piss off.”

“Obviously sex.”

“Liz!”

“Which you probably won’t do, but I need to keep my options open here.” she rectified.

“I have a bet myself,” Camilla spoke up again.

Morgan sighed. “Yes?”

“Not with you.” she waved her off. “Five galleons says Diggory makes the first move.”

“That is not fair. We all know Morgan’s a pussy.”

“Hey!”

Lizzie laughed. “Just speaking the truth, hun. Oh! Pet names, but like, meaningfully, counts.”

“Are you taking my action, Liz?” Camilla implored, sticking her hand out.

She shook her head. “I guess so. You better prove me doubly right, Morgan!”

“Not planning on it,” she sang quietly, returning to her dinner.

The Cow Situation

Before Morgan knew it, the school year was over.

She woke up around midday, that first day back, and stared at the ceiling, relishing in the silence that surrounded her. The birds chirped outside her window and a thin ray of sunlight peeked through the tan curtains, leaving a golden line across her body and room.

With a sigh, she rolled out of bed and rubbed her eyes. Her hair was a tangled mess around the back of her head, but she simply pulled it into a loose bun and headed downstairs.

A note sat on the kitchen counter.

Taken the dog for a walk, be back around 1:30. Hopefully you’ll be up by then…

Love, Mum

Morgan smiled softly and put two pieces of bread in the toaster.

She leaned against the counter and stared out into the yard. A few chickens pecked and scratched the dusty ground and a pair of cows grazed in the field behind them. A small girl sat on the trampoline, not bouncing.

She frowned as she opened the door and walked over, scaring a chicken out of her way.

“Hey, Little C,” she called. “What’s up?”

Cordelia Ridge, her nine year old sister looked over her shoulder and looked back. “Hi.”

Morgan’s smile fell from her face and she climbed up onto the trampoline beside her. “Uh oh. What’s going on, Cords?”

“Mummy says Diedre is sick,” she pointed at the black and white cow.

“Sweetie, Diedre’s always getting sick.” she sighed. “Shoddiest immune system I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen you.” she poked her side, enticing a giggle out of the girl.

“So she’s gonna be okay?”

“Of course! It’s Diedre. She’s always pulled through before. Why not now?”

They were holding a funeral for Diedre the cow.

Cordelia was absolutely beside herself. Morgan stood behind her, a hand on her shoulder, the other hand holding a bouquet of long grasses, hand picked and arranged that morning.

It was a dry day, and the sun was shining, and Cordelia was glaring up at it like it was personally offending her.

“Don’t look at the sun, Little C. You’ll go blind,” Morgan chided, pulling her sunglasses off and slipping them on her sister’s face.

“Maybe I want to,” she sniffed. “Maybe I deserve it.”

Her face contorted in confusion. “What?”

“I should have realised sooner,” she wept. “I should have given her the love she deserved.”

Morgan stared down at her younger sister, whose bottom lip was wobbling precariously. She crouched down and tucked her wispy hair behind her ear. “Listen to me, Cordelia. There was nothing you could’ve done. The animal doctor said that it was just time for her to go. Like Grandma.”

That apparently did not help.

The floodgates opened and the sunglasses fell off. Cordelia planted her face in Morgan’s shoulder and wailed.

As the young girl cried, Morgan’s eyes caught onto two tall figures walking towards the family.

Her mum smiled softly at her before walking over to the people.

The larger of the two hugged her and she led them over to her daughters.

Morgan saw it was Cedric and she waved slightly.

He raised his brows at the crying girl she held before crouching down beside her and tapping Cordelia’s shoulder.

“Hey, Dells.” he said quietly, making her sobs quieten and her head turn towards him. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

She sniffled once, then twice, and detached herself from her sister. Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, believing the worst to be over, when the nine-year-old launched herself onto Cedric, crying into his black shirt.

He shot her a small smile, reaching out and patting her knee gently as he comforted her sobbing sister.

Her stomach lurched.

That should have been her first sign.

The Flowers

Cedric was splayed out on her bed. One of his feet hung off near Morgan’s head and she was infinitely glad for his quality hygiene.

She was reading the Wizard of Oz again, and he was dutifully drawing something that he refused to show her.

“Okay,” he finally said. “I’m done.”

She finished her page and slipped the bookmark in, turning to him. “Can I see?”

“No, I drew this for you but you’re never allowed to look at it.” he teased, straight faced.

“Never?”

“Never.” He broke into a smile and shoved the sketch pad in her face.

It was a… Well, she wasn’t exactly sure what it was. There was some interesting shading, a tuft of what could either be grass or hair and a strange egg shaped blob in the middle.

She hoped her face didn’t show her emotions as she quickly schooled her features into a smile. “It’s great, Ced.”

He had a wide grin plastered on his face as he nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I know. Now turn the page.”

She did as he said and blinked in shock, her jaw dropping. “There is no way you drew this.”

“I’ve been practising.”

“Have you been taking classes from freaking Van Gogh in between Quidditch practise?” she gaped, looking from the sketch of sunflowers and daisies and his beaming face.

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “An artist never reveals his secrets.”

“I think that’s meant to be magician.”

“Same thing.” he waved her off. “Anyway, I know sunflowers are your favourite, and daisies are my favourite. So I combined them.”

“This is honestly incredible.” she gushed.

“Oh, stop it.”

“No, seriously.” She stood up. “Can I put it on my wall?”

“Go for it,” he beamed, somehow even brighter than before.

She gently pulled the page from the pad and ripped a tab of blu-tack off, sticking it to the wall above her desk. Once it was hung, she stepped back to admire it. “Oh!” she gasped. “You need to sign it!”

Cedric stood up and brushed past her, scribbling his signature on the bottom right corner with a small heart. “Happy?”

“Mhm.”

That should have been her second sign.

They stood side by side and admired it for a moment.

Then Morgan broke the silence.

“I can’t draw for shit,” she laughed. “And look at you. Mister Artist himself.”

“Oh, piss off,” he groaned, hugging her shoulders from behind and resting his chin on her head. “You can sing though. I can’t.”

“Liar.” she scoffed, patting his arm. “I’ve heard you sing. Besides, you’re practically perfect at everything you do.”

Just as he was about to respond, Cordelia burst through the lightly shut door, eyes still red and puffy. The two separated quickly. “Lunch is ready.”

“Thanks, Dells,” he nodded. “We’ll be right there.”

As she left, he wrapped an arm around Morgan’s shoulders and led her out. “God, I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving.”

“Very funny.”

The Second Week

As with most summers, Morgan and Cedric spent almost every waking moment in each other’s company.

Unlike most summers, however, Morgan couldn’t chase the thoughts of a certain bet from her mind.

She knew, she knew, that there was nothing to it. That it was just her friends being annoying and messing with her and everything she’d started reading into was just in her head… But, God, was it hard to remember sometimes.

She was just worried that he’d find out. Maybe one of her friends would send her a letter mentioning it? (Not that he’d ever read her letters.) What if Liz came for a random visit? Or worse: what if she told her friends, the Weasley twins, and they came for a visit?

She chased her swirling thoughts from her mind as Cedric walked through the front door, performing the mental equivalent of shoving all of the mess in your room into the wardrobe and hoping it closed right.

“Hey,” she smiled, standing up with her bowl of milk that used to hold cereal. “You’re early.”

“It’s eleven o’clock.”

“Yeah, early,” she shrugged, setting the now empty bowl in the sink. “What’s up?”

“Wanna go into town?” he asked, leaning on the counter and gesturing to the fruit bowl.

She tossed him an apple. “Sure. When?”

“Now?”

She sighed heavily, half-joking. “A bit more warning would be nice. Lemme go get changed.”

“Yes!” he cheered through a mouthful of apple. “You’re the best, Mo!”

Mo? She wondered as she jogged up the stairs. Since when am I Mo?

If she’d been listening carefully, she would have heard Cedric bang his head against the kitchen counter.

The town was quiet as always.

A farmer’s market was dying down, most vendors packing their remaining wares and smiling sheepishly at Morgan and Cedric as they wove their way through the stunted stalls. They purchased a fresh bread roll and split it between them as they walked, both surprised that it was still warm.

“You know,” Cedric said after a few minutes of silence as they left the market and strolled along the main street. “We should do this more often.”

Morgan squinted as she looked up at him, the sun assaulting her eyes. “Really?” she asked dryly. “What, burn ourselves to a crisp and get blinded while we’re at it?”

“No, dummy. Do stuff.”

“What? You don’t like doing nothing with me?” she teased.

“No, no, I love doing nothing with you,” he stole a chunk of bread that she’d been eyeing up. “But I also like spending money.”

“I bought the bread. I was the one who spent the money.”

He gasped, as if he didn’t already know. “What? Really?”

“Shut up, Ced,” she smiled, pushing him and stealing the last chunk of bread from the packet.

Morgan was awake uncharacteristically early, so when she knocked on the Diggory’s front door, Cedric looked supremely confused.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked. “Did someone die?”

“No, why would you— You’re an arsehole, you know that?” she pouted.

“Yeah, I know. Come on.”

He led her down the short hallway and into the living area. Morgan sighed contentedly. The Diggory’s house always smelled amazing; a combination of vanilla, coffee and cleaning supplies that somehow worked. Cedric often smelled similar, she realised. The vanilla that clouded the house seemed to hang around him as well. She shook herself out of it as he began speaking.

“My dad’s gotten obsessed with the TV,” he admitted, nodding towards the man who was watching with a rapt expression. “He doesn’t really understand it, but he’s addicted. He really likes cricket. Probably because he can’t figure out how to change the channel.”

“Oh, I used to play cricket! I love it so much!” she gushed, joining Amos on the couch. “Who’s playing?”

“England and India,” he said distractedly.

“ODI, T20 or test?”

“Test. We’re on Day Two.”

“So England’s batted?”

“Three-thirty-seven.”

“Not bad,” she squinted at the numbers on the screen, showing one-twenty-eight for six.

“I have no idea what you guys are saying,” Cedric cut in, looking blankly between them.

“We’re talking sport,” Amos said, almost giddily.

Morgan didn’t spare either of them a glance as the English captain went upstairs for a review. “Yeah, get back in the kitchen.” She teased. “Go make us a sandwich.”

“I thought you were coming to hang out with me,” he almost pouted.

She finally dragged her eyes from the screen. “But… Cricket…”

He shook his head with a smile. “Right, of course. Two sandwiches coming right up.”

The Moment She Knew

Their days seemed doomed to repeat. Groundhog day, Morgan’s mum had called it. So, when she found a way to rid herself of the monotony of daily life, she took it without a second thought.

“Mum, please!”

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll even get petrol! I’ll… I’ll… I’ll pay for it myself too!”

“Morgan…”

“Mum,” she pleaded. “It’s just me and Ced. It’s a twenty minute drive and I’ll get petrol on the way back. We’ll be back by four and I’ll wear suitable shoes while driving.”

Whitney Ridge pursed her lips in thought. Then she sighed. “Fine. Don’t bother getting petrol, I’ll fill up on the way home from work on Monday.”

Morgan squeaked in excitement, hugging her mum tightly. “Thank you! You’re the best! I love you!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Love you too, Moggy,” she smiled.

True to her word, Morgan did wear suitable shoes. The drive ended up taking around twenty-five minutes, but she supposed her mother couldn’t fault her for driving just under the speed limit all the way there.

There was a secluded lake she’d found out about from an old magazine in her mum’s collection, when she’d been looking for something, anything, to make her days less boring.

“This is awesome,” Cedric breathed as they broke through the treeline and onto the rocky shore of the small lake.

“Yeah,” she sighed contentedly, breathing in the fresh air.

They set up their towels and supplies in the shade of a tree and pulled off their sturdy shoes.

Cedric pulled his shirt over his head. Morgan would be lying if she said her eyes didn’t catch on his muscles.

“Race you in,” he said as she had her own shirt halfway over her head.

“What?” she asked, hearing him run away. “Oh, you prick!”

She tossed her shirt on the ground, followed by her shorts, leaving her in her bikini, pouting as Cedric splashed around in the cool, blue water.

She stomped over to the water’s edge, frowning down at him. The rock she was standing on was about a metre above the surface, casting a navy shadow over the rippling water. He waded a few metres out from her.

“You coming?” he asked.

“No,” she pouted, folding her arms. “I don’t swim with cheaters.”

He barked a laugh, swimming over to the edge and pulling himself out. Droplets of water hit her skin.

She backed away. “Cedric…”

He took a step closer.

“Don’t you dare, Diggory…”

He tilted his head, grinning widely as he continued to step closer to her. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Sure, you don’t,” she pointed at him. “Stay back!”

He laughed and pushed off his heels, springing towards her. Before he could reach her, however, she turned tail and ran, feet skimming over the rocks as she raced for the safety of the towels.

She only managed to get a few steps away before he caught her, his cold arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her off the ground. He spun around, carrying her back to the edge of the water and tossing her into the lake.

She yelped as the cold water hit her, but remembered to hold her breath, her dark hair swirling around her face in the water. She heard the telltale sound of him jumping in too and forced herself up to the surface.

“I hate you!” she gasped, pushing her hair off her forehead. “I hate you so fucking much!”

“Liar!” he retorted, shaking his head and sending water droplets flying everywhere. “You love me.”

She didn’t respond for a moment, treading water and staring at him. “You wish,” she finally uttered.

He just smiled.

The days ticked by much faster than expected. Soon, Cedric was waving his parents off on their week-long trip and then hauling his bags over to Morgan’s house, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What did you do?” she immediately asked when they were alone.

He closed the door gently before skipping over to the bed in the guest bedroom he was staying in. He sat on it cross-legged, still smiling, and patted the mattress ahead of him.

When she finally sat down, he leaned forward.

“Guess what I bought,” he said.

She waited.

“You’re meant to ask,” he sighed.

“Oh, my bad,” she cleared her throat. “What did you bring, Cedric?”

He didn’t answer, simply reaching down to his backpack and pulling out a bottle of firewhiskey.

“That’s it? Oh, you sweet, sweet child,” she teased. “I have three of those in my room.”

“Sorry, Mo, not all of us are casual rulebreakers,” he sniffed.

She pushed his shoulder. “I’m kidding, Ced. I mean, technically, I’m not, but I do appreciate the sentiment.”

He poked his tongue out at her.

The Night Things Happened

The day started like any other.

Morgan and Cedric usually woke up at vastly different times, so when he woke up, he went for a run, had a shower and ate a light breakfast before going to wake her.

A lot of groaning and a few thrown pillows later, they were standing in the kitchen making pancakes.

As Morgan flipped another one, leading to Cedric cheering as if she’d never done it before, Whitney entered the kitchen.

“Morning, you two,” she greeted, kissing her daughter’s temple and patting Cedric’s shoulder. “Cords and I are going to that Girl Scouts sleepover tonight, remember? So you’ll have to make dinner yourselves.”

“Yup, we know, Mum,” Morgan said, taking the pancake out of the pan and slapping it onto a plate. “We’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you burning the house down. Remember last time?”

“Mum.” She turned to her grimly. “We don’t talk about last time.”

Whitney raised her hands in surrender. “Right, right. But, on a more serious note. I shouldn’t have to tell you not to invite anyone else over and to be in bed by one, should I? And I won’t come home to drunk teenagers all over my house?”

“Nope, we’ll be all good, Ms Ridge,” Cedric shot her a winning smile.

She pursed her lips jokingly. “Mhm… Alright, I trust you two. I’m going to the shops, need anything?”

“We need more eggs.”

“Eggs, got it.”

The night was when things changed.

After Whitney and Cordelia were gone, at least long enough that it was unlikely they’d turn around and come back, they took their first swig of firewhiskey.

It burned its way down Morgan’s throat, like it always did. Cedric coughed and sputtered, nearly spitting it mouthful out.

She held back a laugh. “You alright, Golden Boy?”

“Shut up,” he seethed, voice hoarse.

She raised her hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I was just asking.”

They sat and ate the pizza they’d ordered already, taking sips of firewhiskey whenever they felt like it.

Morgan closed her pizza box one slice after Cedric did, placing it on top of his on the coffee table. “You good?”

“Great,” he smiled dopily. It seemed the whiskey was hitting him harder than he was letting on.

She smiled back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She took a larger swig of whiskey, shaking her head at the strength. “I just wanna point out that if you get sick, I’m not cleaning you up. Got it?”

“Yeah, got it.” He nodded, looking a little bit more put together. “I’d clean you up though. If you got sick.”

She smiled again. “Thanks, Ced.”

The night was going surprisingly well. They’d turned on the TV, both staring, fixated at Friends reruns, leaning heavily on each other. The bottle was half gone and, as the advertisements came on, they each took another swig.

Cedric was looking at her weird.

She straightened up, frowning in confusion. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” he slurred slightly. “You’re just… Fuck, you’re pretty.”

Her heart fluttered. “Oh. So are you.”

He blushed, looking down. “Yeah, I know.”

Morgan couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “Yeah, I bet you do, Goldie.”

“Goldie?”

“Golden Boy. It’s cute.”

“You’re cute.”

“You’re cute.”

“No, you’re cute.”

“You’re cuter.”

“No, you are.”

“You are.”

“You…” he was very close to her now, his grey eyes darting between her brown eyes and her lips. “You’re very pretty, Mo. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

“No, I don’t think you know how pretty you are. Like… When you laugh your eyes light up, and… And when you do that thing when you’re thinking… Where your eyebrow twitches… Oh, and that thing you do… The thing when your favourite songs come on and you tap your legs really fast…”

Morgan swallowed tightly as his hand brushed her cheek. His breath smelled of firewhiskey, but she was sure hers did too.

He wasn’t looking at her eyes anymore. “You’re incredible, Morgan. And you deserve to know that.”

“Cedric…” she started.

“Sh,” he cut her off. He was hardly an inch away now. “Don’t talk. Just…”

Friends came back on the TV.

“Just watch Friends with me.” He leaned back, looping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her flush against his side.

She tried with all her might to ignore her pounding heart.

She wasn’t sure if she was going to win this bet after all. In fact, she thought she might have just lost it already.

The Rainy Days

Neither Morgan or Cedric had brought up what he’d said that night, but it hung in the air between them, stagnant and stiff, leaving awkwardness to rest in the growing distance.

It was odd, Morgan realised. One moment, they were closer than ever before, hugging for a second too long, soft touches as hands brushed, then the next, they were sitting at opposite ends of a metaphorical couch, shooting furtive glances at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking.

It was confusing, and Morgan was conflicted.

She almost wanted to bring it up. She knew he remembered, that much was clear. It was obvious in the subtlest of looks, the gentlest of touches, the softest of smiles. But sometimes, it would leap to the forefront of his mind and, cheeks red, eyes downcast, he would retreat into himself.

And so, neither Morgan or Cedric brought it up.

No matter how much they may have wanted to.

The days passed in almost comfortable normalcy.

There were no trips to the lake or the town, just sitting and enjoying each other’s company.

She and Cordelia taught him how to play Last Card on a thundery Tuesday, all pouting out the window at the storm.

“I hate thunder,” Cedric shuddered. “It’s the worst to play Quidditch in too.”

“I don’t think it’s safe to play in thunder,” Morgan huffed, collecting the cards after he won again. “I mean, lightning strikes the highest object, right? And look what happened to Harry last season.”

“Yeah, that was horrible,” he cringed, taking the cards from her and shuffling them. “Although that was the Dementors too.”

She pulled a face. “Still not an excuse. It really isn’t safe.”

Cordelia looked between them in confusion. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You remember Quidditch, right?” Cedric asked. “On the broomsticks.”

She nodded slowly. “Did you know that witches riding broomsticks used to be a euphemism for riding the devil’s—”

“—Oh-kay, that’s enough cards for today!” Morgan cut in. “Cords, why don’t you go grab a board game, yeah?”

“Okay!” she chirped, dancing off upstairs.

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief and slumped in her chair.

Cedric shot her an amused look.

“Shut up,” she muttered.

When Morgan saw a person running towards her house without an umbrella in the pouring rain, she decided they were an idiot.

Then the figure got closer and she realised that it was her idiot.

“God, Cedric, you dipshit,” she whispered, dropping the knife she was using to butter her toast on the bench and running to the door, grabbing a towel from a clean pile on the way.

She opened the door just as he reached the front steps, having to grip onto the handle tight so that the wind didn’t rip it from its hinges.

“What are you doing?” she asked over the downpour, letting him inside and handing him the towel.

“I swear it didn’t start raining until I was halfway here.” His teeth were chattering. “Gotta love English weather.”

She shook her head in defeat. “Shut up and go take a hot shower. I’ll bring you something to wear.”

He didn’t even move to object, shuffling towards the bathroom instantly.

Morgan left a bundle of warm clothes outside the door and sat on the couch to wait.

Thankfully, she wasn’t alone with her thoughts for very long.

Cedric padded into the room with his hair wet and messy and in a hoodie that he’d left at her house a few weeks before. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

“Are you okay?” she handed him a blanket as he sat down next to her.

He nodded. He looked significantly less cold than before. “Merlin, the last time I was this cold was when you pushed me into the Black Lake.”

“I didn’t push you, you slipped.”

“Yeah, right,” he huddled closer to her, making her tense up briefly. The last time they were this close on the couch…

“Hey, Morgan…” he said quietly after a few beats.

“Hm?”

“About that night—”

“It’s okay, we don’t have to—”

“No, I think we should—”

“Cedric,” she said firmly. “Don’t worry about it. You were drunk. It’s okay.”

He paused, studying her like he was committing all of her features to memory. She knew she was doing that for him. “Okay.”

They sat in silence, watching the rain stream down the window.

The Confession

Morgan had a confession to make.

First, to herself: she liked Cedric—No. She was in love with Cedric.

It was the way he said her name like it was made of porcelain, fragile, delicate. It was the way their bodies fit perfectly together when they hugged, their bodies and hands made for holding each other. It was the way he looked at her, that night and every day since—every day ever, actually; like she’d hung the moon and the stars in the sky. It was the way he made her feel safe.

Was that so difficult?

Yes, a nagging voice in the back of her mind muttered. You’re going to be twenty galleons more broke because of your stupid feelings.

Maybe, she countered. But I don’t even care anymore.

Her next confession would be to Cedric. That was slightly more difficult.

It wasn’t like she didn’t have the opportunity; they were almost always at each other’s houses. It was more to do with the issue of her being too scared. She shied away from admitting it every time she thought she was ready, pushing her feelings down and down until they were compressed under a pile of anxiety.

So, the confession was going well. Really well.

She stole another glance at him across the room, peering over her book to find him already staring at her. She withheld a squeak and looked back down, sinking lower into her end of the couch.

“Alright, what is it?” he asked, slipping a bookmark between the pages and setting his book on the end table.

“What is what?” She didn’t take her eyes off her book, pretending to read with her eyes locked on one phrase: ‘I love you.’

Is it that easy? She asked herself. I just say it?

Cedric leaned forward and pushed her book down. “Well, either that page is very interesting or you suddenly can’t read, because you haven’t turned the page in about twenty minutes.”

“I’m absorbing it properly,” she lifted it back up but he pushed it down again.

“Absorbing it, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Well, my other thought was that you were so distracted staring at me every five seconds that you forgot to actually read.”

She dropped her book, struggling to catch it and sending it careening onto the floor. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him. “No.”

He was smiling, that soft, almost smug smile that she’d fallen in love with. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Uh-huh, because from here, it looked like you were staring at me.”

She sat up straight. “Really? How odd.”

“Hmm…” he smiled a bit brighter. God, she wanted to kiss him. “Alright, I’ll take your word for it.”

She breathed an inaudible sigh of relief as he leaned back.

“Shame, because I was actually quite flattered.”

“Oh, I bet you were,” she scoffed.

He leaned back into the couch, opening his book agonisingly slow.

Morgan stared at him, legs crossed and brows furrowed. Her head was swirling with thoughts, all repeating, Cedric, Cedric, Cedric. She’d never wanted to kiss someone so bad, to just hold someone. She’d never, ever in her life, wanted to lose a bet.

His grey eyes flickered up to her once, then twice, then again. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, what the fuck,” she muttered, pushing herself forward and pressing her lips to his.

He dropped his book, the hardback thudding dully on the floor right next to hers, but neither cared. His hands found their place on her waist as she leaned over him, one arm supporting her on the wall behind him, the other entangled in his brown hair.

Butterflies danced in Morgan’s stomach, her heart racing wildly as their lips melded together. It was like they were made to kiss each other; the way they fit so perfectly, the curve of her cheek and the straight line of his nose. All of her swirling thoughts subsided, leaving only one: Cedric.

God, she never wanted to stop kissing him. He was like sugar; tantalising, sweet, addictive.

He pulled away first, thumb digging subtly into her hip, lips parted and gasping for air. “Morgan…”

“I’m sorry,” she breathed, unable to find her voice. “But I couldn’t wait another—”

He kissed her again, more passionate; noses knocking, hearts pounding, hair standing on end. She wondered how she got so lucky. God, she was lucky.

This kiss was more intense, all those weeks of pent up emotion, released in that moment.

She never wanted it to end.

But, as her lungs gasped for air and her head began to swim, she pulled away. He chased her lips, pressing a final, sweet kiss to them, before resting his head back again.

“Never apologise for that,” he breathed. “Never.”

“Got it,” she whispered, eyes tracing a pattern in his faint freckles. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

“Amazing at kissing?” he tilted his head.

“Just amazing in general.” She kissed him again.

The Pay-Up

Morgan had twenty galleons ready the second she set foot on the Hogwarts Train only a few weeks later. Cedric was holding her free hand as they wove past loitering students and nervous first years until they found Lizzie and Camila.

“Hey, Morgan, Cedric,” Lizzie raised her eyebrow at them.

Camila saw their connected hands and started prodding her arm.

“Hey, guys,” she smiled brightly. “Just paying up.”

She tossed Lizzie the bag of galleons and turned to Camila. “Sorry, I made the first move.”

“Liar,” she pointed at her. “Cedric, please tell me she’s lying.”

“Nope,” he let her hand go and wrapped it around her waist instead. “She kissed me first.”

Camila groaned, digging through her bag. “Fuck.”

As Lizzie danced in victory and Camila complained about Morgan finding her balls, Morgan had to admit, she had never been happier to lose a bet.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 25

welcome to the twenty-fifth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. ladies and gentlemen we are rocking in space by @mayerwien

LANCE do u like the taste of spam, van kieu because thats what ull get 1 glorious terabyte of def-not-garrison-approved viewing matl every hour on d hour

KEITH And now you’re blackmailing me. Wonderful. Look, I’ll tell you, alright? Not because your threat scares me, but because I’d like to cut this conversation as short as humanly possible.

LANCE glad ur being so cooperative ;) ;)

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Lance gets a new flight simulation partner. Lance makes a bunch of mixtapes. Lance falls in love?

Galaxy Garrison + texting au. For the Klance Zine!

i can confidently say, in my 6+ years of being a klance stan, i have never seen anything like this before or since. this fic is AMAZING. completely new idea, hilarious, sweet, and totally untouchable. i’ve always love testing fics that are done right (bc theyre always funny), and does this one ever knock it out of the park! the dynamics are amazing and the rivalry is EXQUISITE. bonus of vietnamese keith and filipino lance, and this one line (it’s a spoiler so im not going to put it here) that actually knocked me out of the water. its about the CHOICE.

2. But You’ll Peek Through by Barkour

It's weird, the things you get used to when you've been stuck in space for years. How much you miss home. Socializing regularly with only six people. No wifi. Your cranky boyfriend.

this is one of the earliest vld fics ever written, and it has a CROWN idk. this fic makes me feel so many emotions all at once. like  i miss u 2016 fic i miss u keith gyeong i miss u bitchy klance i miss u early voltron found family dynamic i miss u old lance’s family headcanons i miss u bamf team. rip to the earliest voltron fandom (also. how did this author know about romelle. in 2016.)

3. Pull Me Closer by @thewriter2

An ancient power dwells in Lance’s very bones. It hums a sweet song of the sea in Lance’s ear, calling him to the water. Keith’s bones are on fire as the very spirit of the flame lives in him. However, it’s these ancient powers that begin to pull them together; that shows them how to properly balance each other out

i SEARCHED for this fic. i made half my followers search with me too. this fic is bamf lance to the fucking max, and its AMAZING. how many of you have wanted waterbender lance so badly you could barely speak? firebender keith? if u said u didnt then ur lying. this fic has literally everything you could ask for in a canon divergence

4. The Homestead by @devooshawrites

Keith is hired for the summer to work on the farm of the McClain family. He and the youngest son of the family become good friends, though Keith might want more.

i am so fucking in love with aus like this. cowboy or farmboy where theyre quietly in love in their own bubble of the world?? i cannot get enough of them. i would read a million of them. this fic in particular is SO soft and tender, it is so so important to me. ive read it so many times. its one of those fics that brings a smile to your face that u literally cannot fight back

5. Prince Charming by @taylortot

Lance thinks that Prince Keith is just another stuck-up royal with an attitude problem until they spend some time together outside of the palace and he discovers that he couldn't have been more wrong.

Written for The First of Forever Zine!

this fic is SO tender it is sickeningly sweet. “rivals” to friends to lovers is so special to me, and no one does it like taylortot fr. love is stored in the tender moments away 

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[princesssmars]

one last night

a five hargreeves x reader

its the end of the world. might as well make the most of it.

wc: 2.001

contains: fluff, angst, and swearing bc theyre all gonna die. five being a lovable grumpy shit. in my head five is physically the same age as aidan bc look at that mf and tell me hes 13 PLEASE.

a/n: the new season broke me so im writing this and reading fics to cope. i wrote it confusingly but the hand grab dance scene is based on that scene from the end of bridgerton season 2 bc kates eyes...i need to bring a man down with doe eyes like that fr. anyway hope yall enjoy.

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well. this is it. the end of the world. the last days of your life. not how you imagined you'd go out, to be honest. you put the chances of dying during a commission assignment at about 98%. frankly a little low.

but you’d always been a little optimistic, so the remaining 2% went to your own personal fantasy. that maybe, one day, you'd retire from the commission. maybe use a briefcase to settle down somewhere of your choosing and live out the rest of your days in peace. and maybe, you would live out those days with your best friend. and, maybe, if you really wanted to push it, he'd turn from best friend to something more.

but that dream doesn't matter anymore, does it? you, along with your partner and his family had made the fuck up of a lifetime and created a kugelblitz - the end all of everything. its almost funny. how you'd given up most of your life to "fixing the timeline" just to end up ruining all of them.

hilarious.

so, here you are. in a shittily-lit hotel room getting dressed for a quickly put-together wedding at the end of the world.

god, how your life has changed.

you hear a knock at the door, saying a silent “come in.” to whoever stands behind it.

a soft smile graces your face when you see five enter the room. he stops a few steps from the doorway as he observes you, likely noticing how you'd dressed up more than usual. "you sure clean up nice, hargreeves." you tease, smiling as he does.

"well, you don't look half bad yourself." he takes in more of your outfit, looking you up and down. you feel your face heat up.

"a genuine compliment from the five hargreeves himself? it truly is the end of the world."

"im a man who tells the truth, you know this better than anyone." he keeps walking until he stands next to you, automatically raising his head so you can fix his tie.

"even when people don't want to hear it." you give him a knowing look as you do his tie for him. he knows how, but likes how you do it better. he likes to pretend you don't know.

"especially then."

when you finish fixing the tie, you smooth it over and run your hands over his vest. you look him in the eyes to see him already looking at you with an emotion in his that you can't quite place.

you want to ask him how he feels. about what happened when you went to the commission and saw everything you'd ever known just gone. about never getting longer than a day to just rest. about your impending doom.

about you.

he opens his mouth to speak but you both startle as a sharp knock sounds from the door.

you look over to see a slightly awkwardly standing viktor, who moves his hands to his pockets after gesturing to the hallway.

"hey, uh.. its time for us all to head down, the ceremony is about to start."

both of your lips purse into awkward smiles as he stands in the doorway for a few more seconds before exiting quietly.

its silent for a few more seconds as the two of you stand there. the moment has passed. yet again reminded of your fate.

he looks at you again with a soft yet slightly sad smile. "well, my dear, are you ready to face our imminent doom while getting stupidly drunk with my family?"

you laugh slightly at his dry delivery and grasp his hand in yours.

"ready as i'll ever be."

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the ceremony is sickly sweet, perfect for the match-up that is luther and sloane. the way they look at each other during their vows pulls on your heartstrings. but you have to remind yourself that you're happy for them. there's no point in being jealous or sad now.

after the ceremony, you and your merry band of heroes make it to the dance floor, with you and allison heading straight to the drinks table. you watched her as she downed her glass in a few seconds, feeling bad at the state of the woman who you've come to know as a close friend. but if you were in her position you would have gone off the rails long ago. a voice in the back of your head tells you you have.

the reception is lovely, and the bride and groom very much in love despite the weirdness of it all. and the fact that they choose to prioritize and focus on their love rather than the apocalyptic events happening just outside…it gives you a sense of hope.

when reginald gives his speech it's safe to say everyone in the room is stunned. you've barely gotten to know three variations of the hargreeves patriarch but you know that he's far from a pleasant person. during late nights doing paperwork at the commission you and five would share stories about your respective childhoods, with his being as dark as you expected from the stand-offish man. but it felt nice to know that he trusted you so deeply.

after the initial reception, there's some downtime for everyone to indulge in the surprisingly above-average food from the hotel's bar and restaurant. you get yourself a plate before sitting at a table near the back of the room, silently eating and drinking and observing the family around you.

you're interrupted by lila pulling out and sitting in the chair next to yours, sitting sideways to look you dead on.

“would you please stop with the puppy dog eyes and make a move on that little turd? seeing the two of you dance around each other has made me sick for years.”

your voice sputters as you try to come up with an excuse, having not expected the girl to call you out so brazenly. she raises her eyebrows as she knows she got you stuck and you let out a sigh.

“it wouldn't matter if i did. even if he felt the same we’re all going to die in a day's time. and id rather not spend this last day with him awkwardly.”

“so you're going to die wondering? never knowing if he liked you back? and i thought i was dumber when it came to relationships.”

“that's still debatable.”

“hey!” she lightly punches you in the shoulder, laughing at your slight wince. “you know im right. not to get sappy but… it's much better when they know how much you care.

as she speaks her gaze wanders over to diego and you have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes at the sight of their barely hidden lovesickness.

you were close to brushing off her comments again when her arm quickly juts out to knock into yours, lifting her chin slightly to the left. you turn your head and none other than five stands beside you, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets before one comes out to lay flat in front of you.

“would you care for a dance, y/n?”

with his abnormally soft smile (and lila’s not-so-subtle jab to your other arm), you accept his offer and gently place your hand in his so he can lead you to the dance floor. you can’t help but notice how there's a slow song playing and the only other couple on the dance floor are the newlyweds.

he turns from leading you to standing right in front of you, the closeness taking you by surprise. he smiles at you, moving your hands to wrap around his arms as his go around your waist and shoulder.

“a waltz? seriously? you always seemed to hate those at the company dances.” you tease.

“probably because gertrude wallhaven would always try to dance with me.”

“she just had a little crush on you. lots of the women did. you were the five hargreeves, after all.”

five smiles at your words, starting the slow dance that you know by heart. “is that a bit of jealousy i hear?”

you scoff and roll your eyes. five always was a tease when he drank. “you’d like it to be, wouldn't you? ever the conceited one.”

he huffs a short laugh, swinging you around quickly so you do the same. “well, that is one reason.”

“and what may be the other one, if you would be so kind as to inform me.” you smile up at him, the alcohol starting to take an effect on you and cause you to become more open than usual.

“that I'm deeply in love with you and its been driving me crazy-ow!”

your mind is completely blank for a few seconds before you realize that not only have you stopped dancing but you that you also just crushed five’s foot with your own.

“oh my god, five, im so sorry,” you quickly trying to apologize and help your struggling partner. he stands up as straight as he can, slightly bent on his right side as he waves your worries off.

“peter donahue always did say you had a killer stomp on the dance floor. now i can see why he kept going to the infirmary.” five gives you a strained smile, taking your hands in his again.

“just another one of my many talents.”

you both restart your dance, this time with no words shared. five occasionally tries to hold eye contact with you, and you make sure to avoid it every time. you don't know what to make of his confession. if it was heartfelt or a spur-of-the-moment confession that was given since you would all be dead within a day. you knew as soon as you looked into his bright eyes you would crumble.

but five knew that like he knew everything about you. he took your hand and grasped your fingers together before bringing your arms above your heads and bringing them down between you, and you cant help but stare into his eyes as he does the same.

“please tell me you meant it. because if you didn't then i don't know what i’d do.” you plead, grasping his hand to your chest.

“do you remember that mission in bali, where we had to terminate that guy who found a cure for cystic fibrosis? we there for maybe two hours and you kept complaining about the heat.”

“it was a steady 80 degrees and we were wearing commission suits, of course i was miserable.”

“im aware. it was when we finally killed the guy and you took some of his cash to get some better clothes and you somehow managed to convince me to come down with you to the beach. we were sitting in the sand and it was annoying as all hell but you seemed so happy that i couldn't even complain. and i just knew.”

your chest tightens. “knew what?”

“that i loved you. that i still do. and that i’m an idiot for waiting so long to tell you. guess our impending doom and the cheap liquor finally gave me the courage to say something.” he finishes, holding you close as you stand in the middle of the dance floor. you know some of his siblings are bound to be staring because of the close display but you can find it in you to care. all that matters is that you finally have the love of your life in your arms, even if just for a short while.

“not to be pushy but i haven't heard an “i love you” back so im getting pretty worried over here.” five jokes, staring at you with love but worry in his eyes

you laugh at five’s joke, bringing your lips to his cheek to give him a short but sweet kiss. “i love you too, partner.”

“good. now, what do you say we get drunk off our asses and have the best night of our lives with my dysfunctional family?

you smile. “i couldn't ask for anything better.”

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[not-alien-girl-v]

New Girl au (The 1975) Part 2

Warning: language, tw nipple?? drugs who fucking cares

Note: violet (me) stop inserting yourself as a supporting character in the fics you write challenge! filler chapter cuz i didn't wanna combine this chapter and the next chapter together to make one long ass chapter bc no one's gonna read that shit and yes matty is pining for reader but in a matty kind of way ok leave me alone

Part 1

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:*⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

Exactly one month ago, Y/N shook the greasy hand of Matty (he hadn't washed his hands after he left lunch - which was at a cheap burger place), and just a few days after that, she was moving in.

She has her own room in this loft apartment, complete with a sunny window that overlooks the city of angels she resides in. The air is chilly but the bed is warm, her boxes are unpacked, everything properly hung in a closet or folded neatly into a drawer, and sleep is the best thing on her mind, she's in a stage somewhat between consciousnesses, and she would just love to stay that way, if it weren't for a girly shriek from outside.

She lives with boys now, she thinks to herself. Roommates, they're allowed to be loud, it's not that early, is it? Rolling her body to the other side, facing away from the window now, she sees that her clock reads 5:26 am, which, in her opinion, is entirely too early to be awake, let alone be social, let alone be screaming like a woman.

A door slams, three heavy knocks are lied upon it, not Y/N's door, but the entire loft shakes nonetheless. Y/N wants to sob and cry, maybe it's just because she's about to start her period. Oh god, that's a whole other thing she'll have to get through, sharing a bathroom with 3 men, she can only hope and pray it doesn't lead her to an awkward situation.

Skipping the sobbing and the crying, she peels the comfortable duvet off of herself, swinging her legs off the bed and standing up. She digs her fingers into her eyes, maybe the rougher her hands drag across her face will act like CPR to her brain, reviving her awareness for whatever shenanigans will ensue once she leaves the safety of her room.

She slips out of the room, shutting it quietly behind her, not like it matters, not like anyone else in this apartment knows how to shut a door quietly, yet she feels the need to anyway. She spots George, shirtless, in nothing but a pair of plaid underwear, and he's standing tall and menacingly, all six-foot-fifty of him, outside of Matty's door, which he bangs on once more.

"Open this fucking door, you little freak!" He bellows as if he's trying to break the sound barrier.

"George?" She speaks mumbled from behind him, feeling small.

"Oh- good morning, Y/N, did you sleep well?" His smile is kind enough she almost forgets why she was so pressed in the first place. In her sleepy haze, she inspects George closely, (not in a creepy way), and comes to realize that his tattoos stretch much further than she assumed when he had been wearing a T-shirt. She wonders where he gets the money for it, they're almost all done in color.

"I did, you?"

"I'm alright."

She nods her head and begins to make her way down the hall, but stops in her tracks, spins around, and retreats back to him.

"Mate, I'll chop your dick off!" He threatens.

"Hey George?"

"Yes, love?"

"What did he do?"

"You want to know what he did? I'll fuckin' show you, come here," he nods his head down the hall and travels to his room, picking up one of many scattered shirts on the ground, and pulling it over his body.

The issue becomes apparent the moment the shirt settles on his torso. On this shirt he wears, along with, to be assumed, every scattered shirt on the ground, there are two sloppily cut holes right where the his nipples would reside beneath the missing fabric.

"Asshole thinks he's so fuckin' funny."

"And they're all like this?" She asks and he nods in response, sighing and shaking his head, leaning against his bedroom wall. "Why?"

"What makes you think there's a reason. He's a fuckwad, he gets off on shit like this."

Her eyes narrow at him, and he sighs again, heavier this time, like it's all he knows how to do. "Ok, I maybe implied he had big ears, but I didn't call him Dumbo, that was Ross, I wouldn't call him names like that."

"But you still insulted him?"

"Well..."

She simply nods, lips pursed, and paces out of the room wordlessly. One gentle knock is all it takes on Matty's door for him to crack it open an inch. "Oh, it's just you."

"Just me. Can I come in?"

He doesn't answer, just steps back and refrains from shutting the door once more. "You should apologize."

"I didn't even start this! He's the one who said I have big ears!" He flops down dramatically onto his bed, recoiling on the springs.

"You do have big ears."

He shoots her an exasperated glare. "Thanks, means a lot."

"Ok, what I meant was you have big ears, but you still fuck. Women still like you, they still think you're an attractive man. Get over yourself."

"By women, do you mean you?" Matty's flirtiness is nothing new to Y/N. Since he got over the initial awkwardness of being strangers, he's been metaphorically all over her.

She furrows her brows, "whatever helps you sleep at night, man." With a pat on the shoulder, she leaves the room, going to the living room now.

"Good morning, Ross," she walks behind him as he sits on the couch, ruffling his hair with one hand as she passes, making her way to the kitchen.

"Morning!" He calls. She's grown closest to Ross, as he's been the most friendly in a sustainable way, not flirty like Matty or aloof like George.

She hears muffled apologies coming from George's room, perhaps the sound of tears hitting the floor, and if she didn't know any better, she'd swear there's two 15 year old girls consoling each other in there.

Cracking open the fridge, she trifles through, trying to find anything remotely edible, and ultimately failing, as the two men in the other room come in to the common space of the living room.

"You guys alright, then?" Ross asks as they sit down by him on the couch, focusing in on the soccer game playing on the TV. Football, as they'd call it. Stupid British people.

"You guys want coffee?" She calls from the kitchen.

A chorus of yes's, hell yes's and fuck yeah's are all she needs to hear to convince her to start brewing.

"It's great having you around, Y/N, seriously, our past roommates have all been creeps," Ross strains his neck to look at her with a smile as he speaks.

"Right! Remember Manuel the night screamer? Or Sam the bath salts guy?" Matty adds with a chuckle between each word.

"Or Andy the lion tamer?" George adds, causing the smiles on the other men's faces to drop, looking at him.

"We didn't have a lion tamer?" says Ross.

"Damn, I've been having some vivid dreams lately," George concludes.

"It's great to be here. It's a beautiful apartment, I've got to say. There is one thing, though, uh, it's pretty clear somebody pissed on the electrical socket in my room? Do you guys- I mean, do you know about that?" She giggles.

"I was drunk, I thought it would make lightning, if I could take it back, I would, I swear," Matty tells her.

"Good to know. Anyways, my friend is coming over tonight, she's just picking me up because we have a thing to go to tonight, but she said she wanted to stop by, see the place, and meet you all, so I need everyone on your best behavior tonight. You hear me? That means nipples need to be covered," she glances playfully at George and he feels a strong urge to choke Matty again, his anger perhaps not entirely fizzled away, but he finds the mental restraint not to.

"Of course, I'd be happy to meet her!" Ross chimes while Y/N comes and sits next to him on the couch.

"I know, it's not you I'm worried about," she worriedly gazes at Matty and George, one nearly butt-ass naked, the other looking like he hasn't even heard of a shower.

"We're fine. What's your friends name?" Asks Matty.

"Violet."

"She sounds hot. Is she hot?"

"You can't date my friend, Matt. She's off limits."

"I would never, I'm not the relationship type. You should know this by now, missy."

"Ok, you can't fuck her, either." She's up off the couch, bounding back to the kitchen after hearing the beep of the coffee machine.

"What!"

"I'm serious. Hands to yourself."

"I wasn't even gonna..." he trails off, sounding whiney like a toddler being told 'no' for the first time.

He can hear George rolling his eyes and he breaks into a little giggle.

"You're right, I totally was."

[jrueships]

tag yourself as some of my favorite players except if you can tag yourself, you may need help . Ignore the pronouns lol

Jaboobi

doesn't know how to hold a proper conversation if it doesn't involve at least one special interest

picky eater

do NOT interrupt when in the middle of doing one out of the many favorite monotonous tasks, WILL kill you

still has to hold mommy's hand when nervous

kills people who call sports 'sportsball'

actually really nice when not pissed off 24/7

' i don't have anger issues and to show how i don't have anger issues, i am going to roll this Giant Boulder over a Small Village.'

adopts random things/people when he doesn't know what to do with his life

Gay Bear

Says eep

Finds the lack of an amygdala extremely attractive

Considered a vip at furcon

Voted best babysitter in hometown, should be a school teacher if the economic state of the world wasn't corrupt

Repeats jokes that fail until someone pity laughs, will frantically look around to find anyone who might find it funny

Unironically exclaims 'it's so preppy in here!!!'

Should wear a shirt that says 'warning, will leap into your arms when frightened and WILL expect the catch to be bridal style on the whim'

Nba youngboy

' i can say 'OMG' bcs 'OMG' to me isn't an insult to God, it is my Friend'

Invites himself to parties

Eavesdrops with eyes as big as saucers and mouthing surprise. Shocked to find out his spying has been discovered

Will argue with you while holding a popsicle in the hot sun

Shameless when it comes to the opportunity of social media account growth

Would ask a stranger if they had a hysterectomy because they give hysterectomy vibes

Tried to use an egg as a drum and was surprised when it cracked

Gamer Twink

Kink is people that could kill him

Over-the-top filters over any image taken by a camera is more useful and used than oxygen

Has to do The Thinker pose when thinking

If he can't have his daily little treat or life reward for being alive on earth, considers k*lling himself

Never knows what's going on until he hears one word of what could be news and then acts like he was the primary witness at the scene

'I do really good voice impressions, wanna hear?' 'Not rea-' 'hi im spongebob'

Says 'ggs' after sex

Drew

'Skibidi toilet rizz!'

Will make a random sound. Look at you in morbid silence. Waddle away

Texts using only a single pointer finger while squinting

that one Tiktok of that one ruff n tumble man who lives in the desert and acts very disgruntled by the fact that he has now adopted a stray kitten who's crawled into his trailer, ignoring the fact that he's immediately spoiled it with a million toys and the best food, water, and care possible

Has to be euthanized to be stopped from telling people 'don't fall in' when they say they have to go use the toliet

' not reading that, sorry, not reading that, sorry, ... squeak now or forever hold your cheese ? LOL! liked :] ! ...not reading that, sor-'

Behind those beautiful doe eyes.. is a man so horny ..

Reeses Puffs

Considers 'ya'll' a worthy word to be written in all essays

Hates being hugged but loves giving hugs

Mystified by magic shows

Superhero media lover till he dies

Walks into random conversations already laughing then asks 'what's up :D!! What's funny! What are we talking about :D!!' After the people go silent bcs who tf is this

People think he's innocent from his humor but is actually very messy and lovesss listening to drama

Refers to his pets as his children

Doesn't know what a vacation is

Poo Dirt

' im not going to speak to you.. im just going to Stare at you. And hope. You are a telepath.'

Wants a bad gf but would fumble her so badly

Thinks beastmode is still a thing in 2024

Has like two friends in his phone. The rest of the texts are from his family

Quietly clingy

Scary looking bitch who is actually quite soft and enjoys watching a good episode of bluey after work

'Hey guys' *chat dies*

Doesn't know how to end conversations. Just kind of. Wanders off

Faggant

Having sex with himself would fix him

Doesn't know how to admit when he likes new things. Has to make fun of it first

Would move mountains for a goth bitch

Just Laughs and automatically agrees to things when he doesn't know wtf you're talking about

'Imma be honest... i stopped listening to what you had to say and started thinking about how quiet this restaurant got after that one noisy ass messy ass etiquette lacking ass family left 35 minutes ago, sorry'

Gets ice cream at crumbl cookie

Gets lost going to crumbl cookie

Doesn't want to say anything about that

Jdumb

Used to be that one kid who would immediately t-pose when he recognized his friend in the hallway

^ weird

His fashion and hair IS his emotional state right now

Haahahaa :]!! *face drops* im going to Kill you.

Attends the movie theater in full-out cosplay

'Milk does not belong in cereal'

^ sicko

[misc-obeyme]

i am here to enable, as always, so do you have any macaron headcanons? Maybe? 👉👈 I love them together too 😭 such a fun ship as well, can't get over that name bc it's so fun to say

I'm trying to brainstorm solomams headcanons, and there's something in the fabric aisle. Everything happens in the fabric aisle, I'VE SPENT AN ENTIRE WEEK FIXING THAT THING. ADJUSTING PEG HOOKS TO HOLD UP THE BOLTS AND FOLDING THEM CORRECTLY AND MAKING SURE THEY'RE IN THE RIGHT ORDER AND NOT FALLING OVER AND AAA

it made me a little crazy bc I'd come across some patterns that i was like "ooh this reminds me of *insert character*" and that's when i would step away to go do an online order

but it was like. A 'no thoughts head empty' activity, so i got to brainstorm ideas. Vividly imagining Mammon in his demon form flying outside Solomon's window trying to convince him to come outside (or better yet, just jump into his arms. "The Great Mammon will catch ya!") ((and then when Solomon *does*, Mammon is giddy that Solomon trusted him, but in the same breath is partly flustered because he's holding his boyfriend so close and he's so warm))

Like Solomon can use his own magic to fly I'm sure, but something about Mammon carrying him anyway makes me asldkwjdj !!!!!

Mammon wrapping his wings around Solomon to pull him closer....... hugging Solomon from behind when said sorcerer is deep in research, maybe trying to make a potion, but Mammon wants attention. Purposely trying to distract him or even rile him up (mammon better prepare for the consequences)- I'm 😭 !! going crazy about them, why do they have such a chokehold on me aaaaaAAAA

okay okay im done BYEEE

- ✨ anon

askldfj I still can't believe the ship name macaron honestly. It's like extra funny to me specifically because I made macarons Arrie's favorite food, so now I'm just over here having an aneurysm about Arsenios/Mammon/Barbatos lolol.

BUT ANYWAY.

Yes, I have too many thoughts about macaron at this point. It was always just a crack ship but I just... they're so... I can't... ?!?!

I'm always Barb obsessed, but sometimes I really get into a Mammon phase and when that happens, they live in my head rent free.

I really like the idea that everything kinda starts out because Mammon can't stop sneaking into the Demon Lord's Castle to try to steal stuff. And at first, he's genuinely just trying to get away with it, but Barbatos catches him every single time. And instead of like locking him away in the dungeon or bringing him back to the House of Lamentation for Lucifer to deal with, Barb makes him tea every time. His "punishment" is to sample whatever Barb is baking at the time. Eventually Barbatos figures out what his favorites are and starts making those deliberately.

Inevitably, it takes Mammon a long time to figure out what's happening because of who he is. But he always says he's actually trying to steal stuff, but really he's just faking it because he knows he's gonna get caught anyway.

I like them because they're so opposite of each other. Mammon is a troublemaker and he's loud and he always says what's on his mind. Meanwhile, Barbatos is the one constantly working but never speaking. I like to think they balance each other out a little.

Once they're more aware of what's happening, they start doing things together and everybody else is just like ???

Mammon drives Barbatos out to remote market places to buy rare teas. He actually listens when Barb tells him about them because he starts to hear the slight excited tone of Barb's voice when he talks about tea.

Barbatos goes with Mammon to the casino because we all know that demon is a walking good luck charm. He sits quietly beside Mammon, not participating himself, but just watching. Mammon notices that if they're touching, the luck increases, so he's always trying to hold Barb's hand. Barb indulges him for the most part.

Mammon convinces Barbatos to take more breaks. He goes all out planning a vacation for him so they can go somewhere nice and relaxing together.

Barbatos always defends Mammon when Lucifer is after him or hides him somewhere or even sometimes portals him away.

OH NO. Enabler indeed, look at all this nonsense I'm spouting alksdjfdkjf. Moving on before I write another freakin' essay.

AHH I'm glad you got brainstorm a little bit! I loooove the idea of Solomon letting Mammon catch him, that's precious!! 'Cause not only does that seem like a thing Solomon would do, but you're right Solomon can use his magic to fly. But it's so much better to be carried about in Mammon's arms, right??

Man just us out here shipping Mammon with everybody lol. Normally I do that with Barb, I've basically thought about him with every character and every OC I've ever created because I have a PROBLEM.

But Mammon is such a sweetheart too now I'm shipping him with everybody too 😭

[drifloonz]

would luv more general steven(or s!3v3n) x reader hcs..

i am so sorry you caught me in the middle of vc. some of these. also i accidentally closed the fucking tab and had to rewrite all of this. i hate being a writer on tumblr.

some of these are by my friends. some of them r by me. some are funny. some are serious. Some are all and or both

i just realized these are only general steven headcanons i am so fucking sorry i was tired and it was like 4-6 am. take them anyways i'll edit like a few actual x reader ones in

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he doesn't get outwardly super scared, but he DOES shiver or make discontented noises when he's scared. playing horror games with him is kinda funny. if you make him play a vr horror game he will hate you forever and ever. it's rly funny tho.

he tries way too hard. with everything. pre-incident? being a role model, being cool, being a trainer, being a champion for like one month, being stereotypically romantic, etc. post-incident? being scary, being intimidating, etc.

despite this he is still very dorky and awkward. at least pre-incident. it was common. type of guy to lean on a wall but he falls

he wears light cologne. i'd say he wears axe 3-in-1 but that'd be way too rude to both me and other stevenlikers.

pre-incident he trips over his words sometimes, sometimes his tones too flat, sometimes he speaks too loudly or quietly, etc etc. Basically. 'tism.

he's good at clue, the board game.

pronounces gif like "g.i.f" ( like it's an acronym ). please, god, make fun of him for this.

his hands are always cold for no fucking reason post-incident. if you hold his hands in the summer it kind of helps the heat go away. love wins

really wanted a guitar. he's a dork so he does air guitar sometimes when no ones looking or does guitar motions while holding a long thing that isn't a guitar. He would play guitar hero and be absolutely mid at it but blue and red think he's the coolest fucking thing ever for it. This is inspired by somebody elses hc i think(????). if u read this. ur a real one and r so true.

because of this if you actually got him a guitar i think he'd make a small genuine smile. he has executive dysfunction and depression so itd probably take a while for him to actually do anything with it, but he rlly appreciates the gesture.

also kinda has a good singing voice but is better at backing vocals.

he organizes things a bit too much, which stopped during his spiral phase, but for example his pc boxes are like. a living dex, or just by pokedex number. he prob never completed his dex tho. mike though who did/almost did, has Entirely unorganized boxes. after the incident he obviously stopped caring bc depression so like. yeah. so his rooms a little unorganized and his house in general. he will silently appreciate it if you organize it for him.

never allowed miki to have eggs bc 1; gen 1 limitations. idk how that'd work in universe but that'd probably be why it didnt happen in the pokepastas. 2; as you can tell. he's kinda overprotective of miki. also charizards aren't like. very regular pokemon you find and he wouldn't want to breed her with a ditto. and would only want to allow her to if she actually found a for-life mate.

and for the x reader-ification of this in the edit bc i misread the ask, he'd also do it if ur dating him and u have a pokemon. for example, whatever starter you have and miki would b cute. straight couple.. yuri couple.. yaoi couple... love is love and miki doesnt care. its cute and they act all cuddly and snuggly with eachother probably. kinda reminds you of u an steven too

speaking of miki is larger than normal charizards and probably is built a little different literally and figuratively. stevens tall. miki is taller though. at the very least post incident Corpse Miki is. how unique she was did not help stevens rage ( getting a new one would not be nearly the same especially due to that + he would never. ) but it was a smaller factor in everything. also i do not think that thang can lay eggs post-incident. sorry if u wanted a fucked up missingno charmander.

even if the trade incident happened but miki came out alive he'd still go on a depression spiral. he probably wouldn't kill mike in the end, but he'd be much quieter, and would be even more paranoid. would probably willingly move away from mike or separate their rooms at the least. if u were dating him during this time you could probably at least still recover him from this state since its less serious but the tension would be palpable for a while.

mike is your number 1 wingman for steven swooning. he's kind of bad at being a wingman. or he's good at it. whichevers funnier in your opinion tbh. but he knows what steven likes ( at least he hopes he does ) so he gives you tips and tricks for wooing him. or he gives steven tips and tricks on wooing you because he knows both of you n hangs out with both enough to know.

this is a headcanon with basically no basis but theres a part of me that kind of likes steven and mike being born in johto or somethin'. which is why he goes to johto in doors open after the incident. he's running away from his past + kanto + it's his home region. At least for a while. so he sometimes likes to travel around with miki and you there, or to other places.

he double-checks a lot of things way too much. like if things are locked, if things are properly in place, and if wires are properly connected and not fucked up or tangled or broken ( iykyk ). if you check for him and reassure him everythings fine he'll calm down slightly, but his paranoia goes "okay but what if they didnt check enough."

if you told s!3v3n he was being a bad boy like a fucking dog when he does smth you dont like he probably would actually look like a dejected puppy for a moment and sit in a corner ( /j. maybe. )

s!3v3n's got big fuckin shadowy hands. and claws. good for backscratching or massages oddly enough, if asked for....????

steven will try to impress you by playing a videogame and doing something cool. he probably fails or almost fails at it. but its kind of endearing and cute anyways.

he's left-handed ( definitely not projecting ). for symmetry, mike is right-handed. also miki is ambidextrous. How can a Charizard be ambidextrous you ask? You know. For fun. Daisy is also ambidextrous though which is the more normal option.

i mean... steven is probably also ambidextrous with anything other than writing/drawing ( PROJECTING HARDER ).

ultimately kind of silly ( He has murdered three )

hope you enjoy :)

[panandinpain0]

I’m being an anon here bc I been here too much 😔 anyway HAHAHAHA I WASSSS thinkinggggg about idkkkk Harry x Male McGonagall Reader where he’s McGonagall’s grand nephew (her sibling’s grandchild) because I just think it would be funny 💀 but also since u mentioned a huffie puffie girl any gender would be cool ✨ ok bye bye friendo bendo

Badger in Distress

OH MY GOD- I just might. And by I just might I mean I am.

I'm making it a Fem!Reader just to keep the plot consistent, but I'm thinking... what if she had a twin ✨

I just need to think of who this twin's love interest will be-

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Requested by: Anon

Harry Potter x Female!Hufflepuff!McGonagall!Reader

(The Ron x Male!Ravenclaw!Granger!Reader is mentioned as "Granger"- but Hermione calls him "Peanut" because I definitely think she would call him that growing up, and Y/N is already taken in this series.)

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It was Harry's sixth year and it was all the same, some imminent threat looming over his head, people staring at him, and Malfoy being a bully.

Sitting in Herbology, Harry groaned quietly as Professor Sprout said they were to be paired with someone from the opposite house, in this case Hufflepuff.

Ron gave him a sympathetic look and walked away, Hermione just shrugging at him. Suddenly, someone from behind him cleared their throat.

"Hello, I'm (Y/N) McGonagall. What's your name?" (Y/N) held out her hand with a confident smile as she waited for him to take it.

Harry was taken aback, shaking her hand anyways. "You don't know my name?"

"I do know your name, but I thought a formal introduction would be nice."

"Oh. I'm Harry Potter."

"Would you like to be partners, Potter?" She looked at him expectantly.

He nodded, not trusting his words, as she turned to the plant on the table, dropping her bag on the floor next to her stool.

"Your last name is McGonagall?" Harry asked, sitting hesitantly in his seat and facing her.

"She's my great aunt. And speaking of her, she actually sent me with a message for you," (Y/N) revealed, facing him.

"Oh," Harry was a bit disappointed, finding out this beautiful Hufflepuff was told to talk to him and that she didn't do it of her own volition.

"She just says she wants to see you after lunch, has something important to tell you, etcetera etcetera-" (Y/N) shrugged and turned back to the plant, inspecting its leaves.

She didn't need to partner up with him just to say that, but she had wanted to. (Y/N) hadn't gotten the chance to meet the great Harry Potter and she'd been going to school with him for 6 years now.

He's not as awe-striking as everyone was making it seem. He was just a teenage boy like all the others.

"Alright, Potter, let's see if you live up to your name. Let's try to pot this plant."

Harry was hooked. He was in love, actually. Not only had she not made a big deal about his name (cliché but still appreciated), but she'd also made a pun about it that had nothing to do with Voldemort.

Cue the pursuit of love Harry was quickly chasing.

They were partnered together for the next few weeks in herbology, so he got to spend time with her there- but now that he'd spoken with her he was seeing her everywhere.

They took opposite paths to most of their classes, passing each other in the corridors almost every period. Their friend groups all hung out in the courtyard most days, and she came to every quidditch game (Harry found this out after getting hit with a bludger after staring at her too long).

Staring at her from across the courtyard, Harry watched her laugh with her friends. He had yet to speak to her outside of herbology and the staring was getting creepy, or at least that's what Hermione said.

Ron didn't know what was going on because he was too wrapped up in Hermione's brother anyways, who was heading this way now.

They had a conversation and Harry barely tuned in to hear Ron talking about love.

"Love is so stupid," Hermione scoffed.

"I don't know, it could be kind of fun!" Ron had objected.

"How would you know?" Harry laughed, patting Ron's foot that was near him.

"Oh, what do you know about love, Harry?" Ron shot back.

"Not enough..." Harry said glumly, looking back across the yard to see (Y/N) still talking with her friends.

He got lost in his thoughts again, trying to figure out how to talk to her, or impress her. Try to get her to notice him, which hadn't been a problem with anybody else thus far, so it was proving a challenge.

She then packed up her things and left, and Harry frowned. He looked around the courtyard and saw Draco laughing with his group of lackies and stood up, turning to Hermione's little brother.

"Granger, you're really good at transfiguration, right?"

"What isn't he good at?" Ron asked, not expecting an answer.

"McGonagall loves you."

He was trying to distract himself by pranking Draco, but part of him thought that it might impress (Y/N).

...

Later that day they met under the staircase and Harry gave the younger Granger the spell to figure out, before Hermione whispered to him, "Harry, look."

(Y/N) was walking quickly across the stairs, looking behind herself at Draco. He seemed to be following her, and she didn't seem to like it if the uncomfortable look on her face and stiff posture said anything.

Harry quickly ran up the stairs, Hermione following.

"Just leave me alone, Malfoy," (Y/N) dismissed, still walking.

Draco jumped in front of her, blocking her path.

"Oh come on, you don't want to go to Hogsmeade with me?" Draco's sly smirk made its way onto his face,

"She said to leave her alone!" Harry shouted from behind (Y/N), causing them both to whip their heads around.

"Ugh, why are you here, Potter?" Draco sneered, looking Harry up and down.

"Leave her alone, Malfoy," Harry repeated, poison dripping off each word. He stepped in front of (Y/N), blocking her view of Draco.

"Or what, Potter?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Draco just scoffed and started walking away. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me," he shouted to (Y/N).

"Don't count on it," she shouted back, rolling her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked once he was gone, turning around to face her.

"What in Merlin's left ball sack was that?" (Y/N) asked heatedly, glaring up at Harry.

Flabbergasted, Harry blinked and shook his head. "What do you mean?" he stuttered out.

"I can fight my own battles, Harry. Stepping in front of me like that not only undermined my power in the situation, but also let Draco know that he's welcome to bother me if you're not around."

Harry let the information sink and he nodded, somewhat dumbly.

"I'm sorry, I thought I was helping..." he trailed off unsurely.

(Y/N) sighed, "I can't forgive you quite yet, I'm still angry- but you cannot do that again. If you wanted to help you could have stood by my side, not in front of me. Partnership and teamwork is more powerful against harassment than just butting heads," she gently tried to explain.

"I'm not a damsel in distress or some princess you need to save, so please don't try to unless I ask you to."

She started walking away and Harry just watched her go, Hermione approaching from behind.

"She has a point, Harry. I know you and Malfoy have this whole 'enemies' thing going on, but stepping in front of her was not the right move," Hermione reiterated, pulling him by the arm.

"Come on, Peanut and Ron are waiting."

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I enjoyed writing this so I hope I can keep this motivation to write it- I hope you guys liked it!

-Author Max <3

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honestly I really do love my green mutuals like I left the got fandom back in 2014 after s04 stopped airing (bc no lady stoneheart + arianne martell + white ppl casting for dorne + overall divergence from the source material which is something I always distain) and slowly stopped caring abt asoiaf bc of no book content in so long so I just moved on, quietly waiting on twow and staying in my dorne-exclusive corner of the fandom but sadly I really do love asoiaf so regrettably I am interested in hotd but this fandom is so awful with all the targ infestation HOWEVER my green mutuals have renewed the love I used to have for asoiaf 🫶 we're small but I love it here in our little corner free from rabid dogs analyzing media MWAH 💋

MY CATSSSS MY BABIES MY CHILDREN FR 🥺 I'm actually allergic to cat and dog fur so even though me and my lil bro have wanted a cat for so long we just never got one bc of my allergies, but then my dad randomly one night in november 2021 came home with Lale (our little princess fr) then 3 months later we got Aslan (literally a terrorist I'm not even joking) so that Lale wouldn't be alone. Aslan is a Siberian and Lale is a Neva Masquerade, those races are hypoallergenic so my allergies don't act up thank God and I'm being so serious when I tell you cats cure depression ..... they are my firstborns fr😭 Lale has the prettiest blue eyes you will ever see in your life and stayed small (or average size idk she's barely 3 kilos) and is truly a lady and is extremely dignified. Like she's so funny, if we give her a piece of raw chicken or fish we HAVE to let her smell it for a few seconds before she takes a lick and THEN she starts biting it. And if it falls on the floor she won't touch it again we HAVE to give it to her from our hands she's literally soookjjgfjjgkvkfngcnd SHE'S A HIGHBORN LADY OF ROYAL BLOOD AND SHE WILL LET YOU KNOW!!!! She also purrs louder than a bike. Aslan in contrast is 6 kilos and none of that is overweight 😭 He's bigger than a small dog (if he grew a little more he'd be as big as a maine coon (eu version) is what the vets tell me) and has a huge mane like a lion (truly suits his namesake) and you won't hear his purrs unless you put your ear to his body but he TALKS SOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!! he's constantly meowing and trilling and chirping and whatever else like he will not shut up!!! He's also so energetic more than a husky imo. he keeps running to and fro and trilling all the while it's actually so hilarious my dad dies from laughter every single time. the way he eats food is .. inexplicable LMFAO he's the complete opposite of ladylike Lale he's literally kirby with the way he inhales food. ALSO HE KEEPS JUMPING ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER!!!! EVIL TERRORIST THAT HE IS!!!!! (Aslan left, Lale right)

speaking abt my cats... my father insisted before we castrated them both that Lale became a mother at least once in her life. I reluctantly gave in and last August she had 6 babies 🥺 it was one hell of an experience, getting ready for her to give birth and watching new life come into the world and the aftercare I had to provide for all 7 cats (Aslan gave no shits ohmigod he was a deadbeat FR!!!!) I had to constantly keep watch and be vigilant so that all kittens would live past infancy and could grow up healthy. it felt like they were my own babies you know? and watching them come into the world and taking their first breath and watching them grow from being palm-sized to Lale's own size was genuinely miraculous and a memory I will never forget living through. they're Lale's babies but also mine, yknow? I also took care of them and hounded them like a mother lol. Giving them away was very sad but it had to happen :(. 5 of the kittens have already found their own homes, but the last one is still with us bc everyone that shows an ounce of interest in him keeps cancelling last minute 🥲 But idc I kinda wanna keep him but it's not advised by the vet 😭 my poor baby no one wants him, I wish he could stay with us :((((((

stone ocean anime ended > i finished reading jojolion > the jojolands manga begins serialization in less than 40 days LIKE THIS IS PEAK FICTION. HALLMARK OF MEDIA. GOLD STANDARD OF STORYTELLING!!!!! I LOVE JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE SSOOOOOOOOOO MUCHH NO OTHER PIECE OF MEDIA BRINGS ME THIS MUCH JOY 😭😭😭 i love jojos in ways no one could ever even imagine loving a thing......

got my piece of shit law degree last summer now I am finally fucking free of university FOREVER !!!! YIPPIEEEE !!!!!!!!

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Meet Claudie - Infodump

So bc agwiki hasn’t got any real info on Claudie yet and they’ve banned me from editing, here’s a quick rundown of the info we garnered from Meet Claudie!

Date: The book takes place during the Summer. It’s not specified when, but it’s at least a month before school starts, as Claudie’s mother’s trip is for two weeks and two weeks after that is the variety show, which will still be summertime. I suspect very early summer.

Claudie info:

Claudie is a dreamer and storyteller, though she doesn’t realize the second part of herself quite yet and sees herself as someone with no talent, which makes her insecure.

Claudie often ends up daydreaming and losing her focus. She doesn’t realize until later how good she is at making up stories in her head.

She is incredibly shy around strangers and when public speaking. She hasn’t done any solo performances, mainly due to her anxiety.

She is noted to be very responsible, especially with her little brother, and never breaks a promise.

She enjoys learning about history, curious to learn about how life came to be as it was. “Besides, if you understood how life came to be, you could also imagine how it might someday be different.”

Claudie likes to read the funnies in the newspaper every morning, and visits Angelo’s Bakery every afternoon, as her dad will give her a special treat. She also likes watching the writers at the café across the street.

Claudie takes dance classes with the Harlem Angels, who dance in ballet, tap and African dance. She has poor motor skills however, and can “barely sway in time.” This embarrasses her, but she likes dancing when she’s alone or just with her family.

She also says that she’s “no singer” and sings quietly in church so nobody can hear her. However, Selma believes she has a beautiful voice.

She was born and raised entirely in Harlem. Claudie’s family lived in a cramped apartment when Claudie was “little,” but she doesn’t remember it, and only remembers Miss Amelia’s boardinghouse. Her parents sometimes talk about finding their own apartment, but Claudie likes the crowded and noisy house.

Three years before, in February, Claudie, Jody and Mama waved a flag in the Hellfighters welcome home parade, waiting for Daddy. Claudie remembers being bundled in “the prettiest blue coat.” An older white woman cried happily beside her; she also spotted Mr. Rockefeller. She finally saw Daddy with a fold metal, and Claudie called for him, though she thought he wouldn’t see her. However, when the formation broke, she ran right into her father’s arms, and felt like she was flying.

Claudie vaguely remembers people marching or fighting in the street that summer, because she couldn’t go outside to play. She didn’t realize at the time this was the Red Summer.

For her eighth birthday, Claudie got a leather-bound maroon notebook from her mother. She still hasn’t written in it.

The previous Christmas, Miss Amelia had sewn Claudie several finger puppets. Daddy made a stage out of cardboard box, and Mama used scraps of fabric to make the curtains. She uses her set to tell Jodie stories at bedtime. The three characters she has are Domino the cat, Puddles the duck, and Miss Pink the pig. Domino is a poor dancer like her. She considers the puppet show as “just a thing” she does for her brother.

Claudie’s Family:

Jody: Claudie’s little brother, who is six years old. He’s often mentioned racing his toy car. He adores Claudie’s puppet shows. He is also obsessed with the NLB. His favorite player is Joe Williams. He also idolizes Henry Johnson of the Hellfighters.

Mama: A brave and dedicated newspaper reporter for the Amsterdam News. She is always working or reading or hunting down a story. She has a beloved Underwood Typewriter. Claudie wishes she could be as passionate as her.

She likes living at the boardinghouse, as she often works late and likes knowing that someone is there to take care of her kids. She likes when her kids visit her at work, but will flip over the article she’s working on if it’s something too grown-up for them.

She was raised in Shellman, Georgia on a farm, but she came up north because she didn’t want to be a farmer and hated the way black people were treated; as such, it’s “hard for her to go back” and she is hesitant to take her kids there.

Both of Claudie’s parents are described as practical.

Daddy: An artistic baker and veteran of World War One. He works at Angelo’s Bakery. He’s famous in the neighborhood for his beautiful cakes. Every time Claudie visits the bakery (which she tries to do every afternoon), he offers her a sweet from the counter display.

He grew up in South Carolina. Daddy tells Claudie a story of the first caked he baked; he wanted to make a birthday cake for his mother, but it looked and tasted awful. He kept working on baking however, and after the war, he would bake during his insomniac episodes.

Daddy served in World War One (referred to as the “Great War” in everything but the narration, presumably so little kids don’t get confused.) He fought with the 369th Infantry Regiment, the Harlem Hellfighters. He would like the “peace and quiet” of their own apartment as he had to live in crowded barracks during WW1.

I think it’s safe to say he’s showing signs of PTSD, with insomnia and nightmares when he does manage to sleep.

Grandma: Mama’s mother in Georgia. Claudie has never met her.

Cousin Sidney: Either Mama’s cousin or nephew, I’m not sure. He’s a woodworker who lives upstate, and whenever he visits he brings Claudie and Jody a new toy.

Non-Wells Characters:

Miss Amelia: The woman who runs the boardinghouse. She is an immigrant from Port Antonio, Jamaica. She came to Harlem to visit her cousin thirty years previously, and ended up staying as she fell in love with the city. When she was young, she worked in a shop as a seamstress. She now uses her skills to mend clothes for extra money.

Dizzy Dot: Miss Amelia’s dog. She’s described as energetic.

Gwen: A watercolor artist who paints pictures of Harlem.

When Gwen was little, she used to sneak off to art museums to study paintings. Her mama gave her a watercolor set for Christmas, and that set Gwen on the painting path forever. She came to Harlem to study art, dreaming of becoming a famous painter, but the racism around her crushed her dreams.

She doesn’t care much for sweets, but still admires the decorative artwork that Claudie’s Father does in the bakery window.

Gwen doesn’t "take to” children very much, so Claudie avoids her out of politeness.

Nina: Claudie’s best friend, who loves to dance. She has a solo for the performance the Harlem Angels are practicing.

Nina hates history lessons, finding them boring. 

Nina seems to be more well-off than Claudie, and lives at Striver’s Row in her own apartment. Her place is mentioned to be “big”, and she has a pedal car. Claudie sometimes visits Nina, but feels strange and restless at how quiet her place is. Nina’s family hosts Christmas parties there.

Nina’s mother is also mentioned, making “finger sandwiches.” Nina’s father belongs to the Elks Lodge, and lets them rehearse in the lodge basement as long as they left the space as they found it. 

Porter: A musician who plays cornet in a brass quartet.

He grew up in New Orleans, “the birthplace of jazz.” He fell in love with the surprise and improvisation of jazz. He drove his cornet teacher crazy by continuously riffing off the music. 

Porter also served in WW1, playing in a band. He says the “french boys” called their horns magic. However, after the war, he returned home and was jumped by white men who didn’t like seeing him in uniform. After that, he left the city.

He acts fake-offended when Claudie compares cornet to a trumpet, telling her it’s “smaller, and the sound is warmer.” He says it’s a perfect instrument, as “you carry it in this little bitty case,” so you can take it anywhere, unlike a trombone or tuba.

Porter helped Claudie learn to balance while riding her scooter.

Selma: A glamorous and talented jazz singer. Claudie likes visiting her because Selma keeps a trunk of costumes that she lets Claudie try on, and would tell her stories about performing over the city while she shows her perfume or does her nails.

Selma grew up a preacher’s daughter in Texas, and grew up singing in the church. She learned she wanted to be a traveling performer from a vaudeville troupe that visited her town when she was “about Claudie’s age” and visited with her cousins. She was enchanted by the everyday wonder of it, “the simple beauty.” But she was most entranced by the blues singer at the end of the show, knowing that that was what she wanted to do with her life. When she finished school, she went on the road with her own traveling show. After becoming tired of living out of a trunk, she arrived at Miss Amelia’s boardinghouse intending to stay for only a few days. But she found herself home there.

Selma had taught Claudie how to tie her shoes.

Winston Martin: A boy from the South who loves to draw. He is Claudie’s friend, with dark skin and thin, wire-rimmed glasses that he always forgets to clean.

He comes from Canton, Mississippi, and was surprised by how big Harlem was. He started drawing so he could remember everything. His family moved to Harlem because his parents wanted him to have more opportunities.

Miss Zula: Claudie’s dance instructor. She is endlessly patient, and says that “There was no such thing as a bad dancer, only an unskilled one.” 

Unnamed Characters:

English Teacher: Claudie dreads when she has to read a book report in front of their class.

Synopsis

We begin with Claudie in dance class. Miss Zula is teaching them a griotic dance, with griot being a traveling poet or musician in West Africa. “A griot tells stories that keep history alive. Dance is a form of storytelling, too.” While Claudie likes the idea of telling a story in ways other than words, she’s too distracted trying to keep up with the other kids to pay attention to the story. As she watches Nina practice for her solo, she feels sad she wasn’t born with a special talent.

Claudie scooters on over to meet her dad at Angelo’s Bakery. She reads through The Brownies’ Book trying to enjoy the stories about heroes of color, but is still sad. She goes to the kitchen and asks her father if she has any special talent, and he tells her that she’s kind, smart, and a good sister and friend. This does not cheer her up. 

Claudie returns home to the boardinghouse and asks Miss Amelia about how she came to Harlem. The kitchen then “descends into its typical chaos” as the other boarders enter. Claudie’s mother is working late and misses dinner, and while Claudie understands, she misses her mom and wishes she had a normal job that would mean she could be home.

Claudie is eventually cheered up after telling Jodie a puppet story, taking comfort in the fact she’s good at making her brother happy. Mama arrives after Jodie has fallen asleep, telling her she was late because she had to interview a few more sources. She asks her mother what she’s good at, and Mama says she’s inquisitive. She then informs her daughter that she’ll be going to Georgia for two weeks, but says it’s “not time” for Claudie to go. Claudie is worried that Mama thinks she’ll get in her way.

She wakes up the next day and decides to spend the rest of her summer finding her talent. She proceeds to interview all the other boarders and ask how they’d discovered theirs. She starts with Selma, who tells her her backstory, and then teaches her the song that made her want to become a performer. Claudie then talks to Miss Amelia, who is mending a pair of trousers for extra money, which she has been doing a lot recently. She tries to teach Claudie to sew something, but Claudie is predictably bad at it. She tells her to practice, and Claudie asks how to practice something you’re not good at. Amelia says, “A lot of people quit if they aren’t good at something right away. But don’t worry about sewing the whole dress. You just start with one little button.” Claudie thinks about focusing on the smaller steps of something.

That afternoon, Claudie takes Jody to Amsterdam News headquarters to visit Mama. As the kids arrive, Mama flips over her article, and hesitantly tells Claudie that another man was lynched the day before. Claudie notes that while her mother can write any story, she most often writes the scary ones, and asks her why. Mama says that she wants to help people see what they’d rather ignore, then takes her and Jody home for dinner.

The rest of the week, Claudie tries to find her talent. She shadows Daddy at Angelo’s, but she keeps losing her focus and forgetting important steps. She follows Mama next, but while she’s fascinated by her mother’s bravery, she knows she’s too shy to do her mom’s job.

The next afternoon, Claudie visits Porter in hopes of learning to play cornet. He tries to teach her “When the Saints Come Marching In,” but she’s not great. He tells her about improvising in her music, the way she improvs her puppet shows. In the afternoon, Porter takes her and Jody to the Bronx to watch the Lincoln Giants. Claudie spots her friend Winston and sees him drawing Joe Williams, and she’s shocked by how realistic his doodle looks. He tells her that Harlem has more opportunities for black people than Canton did. Joe Williams hits a baseball high, and Jody cries that he hit it to the moon. Claudie imagines that something like that could only happen in Harlem.

Claudie awakes that night to find her father baking a crepe in the kitchen. She asks why he’s awake, and he told her he had a nightmare he was still in the war. She asks why some people were mad that the black soldiers came home, and he tells her that the white men were scared they’d think highly of themselves. The Red Summer occurred when they came home, which was disheartening for the men who thought they’d proved themselves in Europe.

In the morning, Claudie arrives downstairs to find everyone surrounding an Eviction Notice. Mama tells Claudie to take Jody to play outside with Dizzy Dot, where Claudie has to explain to him what eviction means; she had previously heard horror stories of classmates’ families receiving eviction noticies. She assures her brother everything will be fine, though she herself is afraid. That night, the boarders around the table only discuss making more money. Claudie eavesdrops, finding out that the rent was raised and they will be evicted if Miss Amelia can’t pay over a hundred dollars by the end of the month. Porter complains that black residents are given unfairly high rent. While Mama suggests talking to the Tenant Association, Papa tells Claudie that a lawyer would be more expensive than the rent. He then tells Claudie that people have started having rent parties, where they throw a party and charge people to enter. However, he doesn’t think they could throw a party big enough. The boarders all pick up extra jobs to pay rent, putting extra money in the coffee can in the kitchen, but it’s nowhere near enough.

Claudie gets ice cream with Nina and tells her about their problem. Nina suggests Claudie doing something to help, like a lemonade stand or sidewalk sale. Claudie isn’t sure what any of the boarders would be able to sell. That night, Claudie thinks about putting on a variety show as a rent party, selling tickets around the neighborhood to earn money. She thinks about organizing, as she doesn’t have a talent to put on. She would have to gather the performers, find a rehearsal space, and get word out. At daybreak, she decides to attempt it.

Claudie finds Selma at the theater and tells her about the variety show, which Selma is excited about. She asks if Claudie will perform, and Claudie, insecure and full of anxiety, doesn’t think she’d be good. Selma suggests focusing on some spot in the back instead of the large crowd, and assures her that lots of performers get stage fright. When Claudie still declines, Selma says that she can still be their director, which is a very important job.

Porter agrees to have his brass quartet perform. Claudie starts writing ideas in her notebook, before going to Miss Zula’s dance class. At the end of the class, she tells them about her variety show and Miss Zula agrees to perform and choreograph a new routine just for her, with her own solo. Claudie is ashamed at the idea of doing a solo, but Miss Zula says this thing that made me bawl my eyes out:

Miss Zula paused. “Claude,” she said, “do you like to dance?”

Claudie paused. She supposed she did, at home at least, when she knew that no one was watching. She would dance with Jody to the phonograph or stand on Daddy’s feet as he twirled her around the living room.

“I think so,” Claudie said, “But I’m not very good at it.”

Miss Zula smiled. “I did not ask if you were good at it,” she said. “I asked if you like to dance.”

Claudie nodded. Then Miss Zula patted her on the shoulder.

“You will miss the dancing,” she said, “if all you do is stare at your feet.

– Meet Claudie, Chapter 8: “Calling the Shots”, pg. 54-55.

Claudie cautiously goes to Gwen’s room. She asks her to paint a backdrop for her show. Gwen says she doesn’t know about painting backdrops and tries to close the door, but Claudie wedges her foot in the doorway. Claudie begs to see her paintings, and Gwen only lets her in after inspecting her hands and ensuring she won’t touch anything. Claudie is amazed by Gwen’s paintings, but shocked that she will sell them as they are art. Gwen compares her father’s cakes to art, and Claudie realizes that artists are not separate from other people. Gwen tries to get Claudie to understand they may not sell a lot of tickets, but Claudie says she still has to try to protect her home. Gwen carefully says she’ll paint the backdrop under one condition: that Claudie will be in the show, too. She says this is because Claudie wants to be an artist, and art is about taking risks and sharing yourself. She suggests Claudie put on a puppet performance and write a sketch for it, and Claudie agrees, though she doesn’t know what to write about.

That next afternoon, Claudie goes to the YWCA pool with Nina, then takes Dizzy Dot to the park. While Nina and Jody play with the dog, Claudie goes through The Brownies’ Book for ideas. Nina discourages her from writing about someone else, though Jody says that he’d wright about the Hellfighters, especially Henry Johnson. Claudie doesn’t like to imagine the war, however. She thinks about asking the writers at the café, but is too shy to.

The day before Mama’s trip to Georgia, Claudie has set the show date for two weeks after Mama’s return, just before rent is due. Claudie asks Gwen, who is surprised to see her, what she should write a sketch about. Gwen and her painter friends set Claudie up to paint for inspiration as Gwen details her backstory. She compliments Claudie’s painting, though Claudie hates it. Gwen assures her that it’s her first try, and the important thing with first tries is noticing and observing. She encourages Claudie to find her inspiration in something new. She wanders down the block, wanting to tell a story about her city, about the feeling she had long ago at the Hellfighters parade, “as if she were invisible yet part of a community at the same time.” She feels discouraged.

After dinner, Claudie asks her mother, who is packing for her trip, what she does when she needs to know what to write. Mama had been busy recently, writing about the NAACP’s anti-lynching campaign and tutoring children in reading and writing to earn extra cash. Mama suggests talking to someone else, who either know information she doesn’t or can help her talk through an idea to see it differently. She compares writing to a conversation, talking to the people they care about. Claudie remembers Gwen’s advice to do something new, and realizes everyone she’s talked to came to Harlem from somewhere different. Claudie begs her mom to go with her to Georgia, so that she can learn her own story.

“You said we never write alone. I think that’s true, and that each person is part of a much larger story. I want to understand my story. Until I do, I won’t be able to write a sketch and... save the boardinghouse.”

Claudie had never spoken words so true– or pushed back so firmly after her mother had told her no.

– Meet Claudie, Chapter 9: “Inspiration”, pg. 69-70.

Hesitantly, Mama agrees, which excites Claudie immensely. Mama warns her there will be different rules they have to follow, and Claudie will have to mind her completely. After talking it over with Papa, Mama gives Claudie a suitcase and Claudie excitedly packs for her own adventure. Lastly, she packs her maroon notebook, daydreaming about the stories she will write for it.