#minne try’s

[minnesota-fats]

I just realized how effectively you showed Ellie's obsession being exploring by having her go explore the Moment she's able to (maybe explore isn't the right word but you get it). Same with danny throughout. I could kiss you on the lips 💙💙

Omg thanks!

I love that people like the way I write them! They are my blorbos and I need people to understand that they are both feral in their own right and and a perfect daddy daughter duo!

[mrcutz]

messin around with some PD Mickey

[pepsinister]

two ahead 🥹🥹🥹

[tomthefanboy]

Wow, so there are people outside of the united states that are just as bad at geography.

if i had twin children i would name them Minneapolis and St. Paul after the divine twins of roman mythology

[rexhya]

Hii! How are you? I hope you're doing great. I have a little request.

I was thinking about f!teacher reader x prohero!Katsuki (I wrote female but it doesn't really matter). Reader is a literature teacher in UA or such but she likes to doodle here and there on the board or while grading the assignments and her students noticed a specific figure always appearing. A chibi version of Katsuki. And of course they all know the spiky hair and the sharp eyes so they were able to tell.

I just thought it would be so cute (≧∇≦)/ I'll be looking forward to see this idea from your perspective

"that's just my favorite pro hero!" — ✦ ✦

warn — teenagers teasing yn, might have self indulged a little bit...

incl —bakugo

"Hikono try harder, I'm telling you it's there." a voice whispered.

"I am I am, she's blocking the paper."

"Boys" you called to the back of the classroom, giving an all knowing teacher look your other students laughed at.

"I don't tolerate cheating in my class, and you know quirk use is prohibited without a license."

Hikono and Seitan shook there heads, "That wasn't what we where looking at." And you lifted an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Oh really? Then do you mind telling the class what exactly it was you were attempting to see?"

The rest of your class laughed at this, which only confused you more, it wasn't unlike them to be giggly like this, and especially in your last period however this was a bit dramatic even for the class clowns.

"We were trying to gauge how obsessed you are with Dynamight, and by the looks of it, I'm winning. Hand me my 10 Hikono." Seitan frowned and turned towards your blushing face in defense.

"What!? That's not fair, you're not really even obsessed with him are you? I mean all those little drawings can't mean anything can they?"

You sputtered for a moment before coming up with an answer, that wasn't what you were expecting in the slightest. "No of course not, just because I'm a teacher doesn't mean I'm not allowed to have my preferences, everyone has a favorite pro-hero don't they?"

Another one of your students, Minne, one just as cheeky as the others interrupted your explanation. "Sure they do, it's just they hardly ever "doodle" them as much as you do. We saw you drooling on the paper's once."

The class did an appropriate middle schooler "oOoOO" as she said this and you could only sigh in exhaustion.

"And you saw this because you were out of your dorms, past curfew doing what exactly?" The class laughed nervously then went silent as you peered at them.

"That's what I thought."

You had temporarily escaped the grasp of your students interrogations but the feeling still lingered, you had to admit you did have a bit of a crush on the Pro-Hero, he was sometimes seen at the school (per Deku, who also teaches there) and once even got convinced to teach a class for the day. But it was just a simple and feeling crush, the man didn't even know who you existed and yet the doodles couldn't stop.

"Don't miss me too hard, Ms. [ Last Name ]" Hikono said in a gruff mocking tone. You rolled your eyes as class was dismissed, and sat back down at your desk to collect papers for the after school meeting.

"[Name] you ready?" Izuku asked from the doorway. You smiled at him nodded, following him to the where the meeting would take place.

"Always, how did teaching go?"

"Pretty great, we re-did quirk assessments today, not to brag but my students are pretty awesome." You snorted at the smug look on his face.

"We have the same students you know."

"I know." you giggled as you entered in the staff meeting room, taking your seats next to Izuku as Aizawa spoke.

"Okay great, is everyone here?" he said dryly, tapping his pen on the clipboard and scanning over us.

"Not quite" a deep voice sounded as the door opened and your heart lurched from your chest. It wasn't uncommon for Pro-Hero's to attends UA's meeting especially one's like this but it wasn't common for Dynamight of all people to make an appearance, he could hardly stick around for an interview and now he was here? Ironic considering what your mind has been muddled over the past few days.

"Okay great, take a seat wherever and let's get this going shall we?" There was no seats however, well, there was one, but it was right next to you. Which, under normal circumstances should have been fine except your heart was racing a 100 beats per minute and you couldn't do anything about it.

You gave a curt smile as he headed towards you, all you had to do was ignore him and his entire existence and everything would be fine.

As soon as the meeting was over you practically sprinted out the door, making quick goodbyes to everyone and shoving your way to freedom only to be met with a rock solid wall.

"Hey, careful there [Name] you're gonna hurt yourself running like that."

You blinked away your surprise and look at the massive amount of a man in front of you. It was Dynamight, you ran into the top hero known for angry outburst and accepting nothing but respect from others.

You almost tripped trying to get passed him you hadn't even realized he'd said your name (he knew your name?) and before Katsuki could get a word out you were gone. He had meant to introduce himself to you, your presence hadn't gone unoticeed by him those past few weeks but with all his hero work and generally busy lifestyle he'd just never had the time. Untill today when the opportunity was given to him but you seemed, ( contrary to what Deku said ) completely uninterested in him.

Great.

"Well played Kacchan" Izuku said slyly.

"Fuck off Deku."

[wonwoosthetic]

when will we get a new chapter for minnie 🫶🏼

a/n: now! ˙ᵕ˙ this was a request sent to me through my Google form, so thank you to whoever wrote it🤗 I hope you guys like the quick little chapter!

series masterlist

warnings – pregnancy scare, short mention and implications of infertility, jokes and mentions about sex

word count – 4.6k

summary – minnie gets a little scare and there’s only one member she can think of to call

pairing – minnie & vernon (mentions of wonwoo x minnie x mingyu)

Better Safe Than Sorry 🌷 Minnie

Minne was in a panic. For the past two hours, the girl hadn't found a second of rest, pacing around the apartment, trying to keep herself busy before the thoughts running through her brain could catch up with her. Vernon was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago, only adding to her anxious state. Wonwoo and Mingyu were at the gym, thank God, she thought to herself.

The past few days, or more so even two weeks, had been... interesting. It started with a headache spanning over multiple days, only for it to turn into a migraine. Or so she thought. Throwing up, going to bed as early as possible, and sleeping in for as long as she could. Something was not right. Add the random heat flashes she had experienced the week before and Minnie started speculating. The moment she realised that her period had been a few days late made her shut down.

It was so secret that women in the industry encountered irregularities with their cycles as stress and diets dominated their lives. But Minnie and the entirety of Seventeen were in a good place. None of them was totally overworked at that point, thanks to their new contract. Diets were, thanks to the need to fit into the impossible beauty standards, still a topic of discussion but they were doing fine. Right?

It was one night out that made her mind spiral. Rapidly.

-

Minnie was enjoying a dinner with her closest friends from school, having made a reservation in one of their favourite restaurants a week ahead to make sure they'd get a private room. Food and drinks were passed around the table, discussions and conversations were flowing and laughter filled the room. Everyone was having a good time. When it hit that point of the night where people were slowly starting to leave, say their goodbyes and make promises to meet up again soon, the female singer was left with her two closest friends from that group. 

Léon, once a boy too afraid to show his true colours, is now a proud man with a husband waiting for him back in their new hometown in Spain. And Hana, the legend of a best friend who had gifted Minnie her first vibrator, and now the owner of one of the most-visited clubs in the nightlife of Hongdae.

The two were well tipsy while Minnie had held herself back a bit. They were still giggling at one of their friends who had stumbled through the door as he exited, the multiple shots of liquor clearly taking over his body.

"You look a little paler than usual," Léon suddenly commented, glancing at the idol with a slight frown, "Are you okay?"

"She probably just got a new IV infusion for extra light skin," the other girl joked, getting a chuckle out of the singer. Hana had never been a fan of the idol life.

Minnie shrugged, her finger circling the rim of her glass, "I've been feeling kinda off."

Her friend downed the last shot on the table before turning to her in confusion, "How off?"

Minnie sighed, "I've had a headache for like... a week now. And two days ago I was throwing up all day. Even yesterday and today when I woke up I felt like I had to puke..." The two friends were eyeing her carefully, letting her speak freely. "And then I had some random, like... heat flashes?" She glanced up to meet their eyes, "I don't know what the hell that was, but... yeah... something's going on, I don't know. But I don't want to provoke it with alcohol."

"That," the guy of the group leaned back, eyes now wide, "does not sound good."

"Yeah, but it must be something with my immune system. My period's also God knows where."

"You missed your period?!" Hana gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Girl-" Léon eyed her with a surprised expression, but Minnie was quick to stop them.

"No, no, no," she waved her hands, "It's not like that. I've missed it before, but it... it's a weird coincidence."

"What do you mean 'not like that'? That sounds a lot like being pregnant to me!" The tattooed girl hissed at her.

That was the first time she had heard the word out loud. Of course, it had crossed her mind. Just like every other woman. The moment her period was late, the first thought to come to her was 'shit, what if I'm pregnant', only to dismiss it a second later at how ridiculous it sounded.

"No, I-... we have the tour and we're preparing for a new album, and it's just... stress or something."

"But you've been stressed before. Way more stressed," the guy in front of her commented. "I don't want to scare you, but... you know..."

"If there's anyone that could be pregnant, it's you, Min," Hana casually told her, leaning back against the cushioned seats.

Minnie frowned as she glanced at her. "What the fuck do you mean?"

"No one's getting laid like you," she laughed, making the other two at the table chuckle and Léon threw his head back in glee.

"Oh, shut up!" The idol exclaimed, "You've got a line of men waiting for you to call them back after leaving their apartment in the middle of the night. And that's just from last week."

"That's not true!" Hana pointed her finger at the girl. "You get two dicks on a regular! Every day, I bet!"

"It's not every day!"

"Every other day then," the only guy quickly commented before their discussion could get any louder.

Minnie shrugged, "Yeah... so what?"

"My God," he chuckled with a shake of his head, "I'm jealous. Honestly." Making the girl laugh out loud.

"No, but seriously," Hana stopped the two, letting silence wash over the table once again. "Have you thought of it?"

"No! Because..." Minnie went quiet.

"They're not using condoms. Don't lie to us," Léon glared at her, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Hana faked a gasp, "You slut."

"You're not even using them on strangers!" Minnie pointed out, only for her friend to slap her hand away.

"This isn't about me!"

"Whatever..." the singer mumbled, her eyes back on the glass. It was still half filled with the mix of Soju and beer she decided not to finish.

"Okay, but seriously," Léon started again, "Could there... be a possibility?"

"For one, I'm on the pill," she explained, noticing her friends opening their mouths to argue, so she continued, "I know! I know that's not 100% safe, but it's... very safe-"

"I don't know about very safe, to be honest," Hana went back to nursing a glass of water. "My mom was on the pill and look at me now," pointed at herself with a proud grin.

"Don't make me scared," Minnie mumbled as she fell back onto her chair with a sigh.

"We don't want to scare you," her guyfriend explained, letting the other girl continue,

"But take a test, just in case," Hana shrugged. "You know how many pregnancy scares I've had? Still, better safe than sorry." She ended her speech by finishing her water.

Minnie's gaze had landed on her lap, where her thumbs had already started fidgeting with each other. "I...," she started with a sigh but stopped herself again right away.

"What?" Léon wondered, keeping a close eye on the singer, but she just shook her head and brought the glass of alcohol up to her lips.

"Nothing." And downed the last bit.

-

Four days later Minnie was still fighting her stomach each day, going out of her way to try and get as little food and water into her system as possible, knowing it would only trigger her and make her run to the toilet. On the other hand, the lack of nutrition was most definitely also adding to the nausea. There seemed to be no way out for the female singer.

On the verge of tears, overwhelmed with emotions, she had texted Hana in the morning, begging her to go to the store to buy her a pregnancy test. She was still very much in denial of the possibility of her being knocked up, but there were too many signs... But then again, she remembered the conversation she had with her gynaecologist two years ago. The doctor had only let a few words fall from her mouth before Minnie realised what she was trying to tell her.

At the sound of the front door's bell, the idol's head perked up, a second before she was rushing to the door. Once she pressed the camera button, she came to face with the young rapper she had called and pressed to open the door downstairs.

"Thanks!" Came through the speakers as Vernon disappeared into the building.

For the next minutes it would take him to come up, Minnie tried to pretend to have to do something, just praying the time would pass by quicker. The tests, yes multiple, were already placed on the counter of the main bathroom's sink. Hana had arrived with two in her bag, along with chocolate and prosecco to celebrate in case they'd be negative. The alcohol was chilling in the fridge while the sweet treat was waiting for her in the cabinet, with her definitely enjoying it either way of how the tests would come out.

Another doorbell sound rang through the apartment, notifying the female member of his arrival. With a few big steps, she stopped in front of the door, pulling it open in a swift motion. A wide-eyed Vernon standing right in front of her.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know," she mumbled, catching him off-guard as she pulled him in.

With a frown, the younger member stood right in front of her, shuffling his feet out of his shoes before he followed her down the hall.

"What's going on?"

She continued to walk in silence, only coming to a halt in the middle of the living room. Vernon stopped at the corner into the hallway, leaning against the wall.

"Alright," Minnie sighed, bringing her hands up in front of her, "Look..."

"Oh," the '98 Liner nodded, understanding this was going to be even more serious than he had expected. As if her call, asking him 'Can you come over? Like now? Just for a bit?' with zero explanation didn't alert him enough already, her stance certainly brought his heartbeat up.

"Are you okay?" He repeated his question, taking a seat on the edge of the couch, not daring to lean back in comfort.

The girl pressed her lips together, nodding as she avoided his gaze. "I-... I think so, yeah."

"That's not a yes, so that's alarming."

"No, wait-" she stopped him, "Just-... listen, okay?" Making him nod, so she could continue. "I called you because I know- or, at least I hope, you... won't judge me," his frown made her rush her words out even quicker. "And you won't overreact, because I- I don't even know if I really should be concerned, and honestly, I don't think I should be and if you ask me, I think it's impossible, and I'm overreacting, but some other people have made me think otherwise."

"Oh...kay?" Pure confusion was still written across his face. A beat of silence washed over the two as Minnie thought about what to say next. She was looking around the room, knowing there was no way out and she had brought herself into this situation.

She took one deep breath before blurting out, "I need to take a pregnancy test," pressing her lips tightly together again as she waited for a reaction.

Vernon's eyebrows shot up the moment the words tumbled from her lips. He closed his eyes for a split second, trying to take in what she had just said to him.

"Ehm... for... what?"

Minnie looked at him perplexed, "What do you think people take pregnancy tests for?" She knew sex ED in South Korea wasn't good, but she had hoped it wasn't that horrible.

"Well, I hope you're not gonna take it for the reason I think you might be taking it," he glanced up at her. 

He called himself lucky to get to have her as an older sister despite only being born two months apart. Vernon and Minnie had been close ever since he became a trainee under Pledis, the older girl taking him in as a little brother in an instant. Over the years, she had realised that the lack of an age gap was starting to show as she found herself looking up at him more and more, mentally and literally physically as he had shot up in height. She had found herself looking for comfort in him, asking him for advice or even just listening to him. While some members were more physical when it came to showing their appreciation and love, Vernon kept himself in the background, choosing quiet acts of kindness as his love language, which she sometimes appreciated even more than anything else. But even with all the love the two had for each other, their sibling-like relationship was no secret and not kept behind closed doors.

"And what is the reason you're not hoping for?" She had crossed her arms in front of her chest, her eyes still unsure of whether or not to lock with his.

Vernon sighed and shook his head before glancing back up at her, now finding her gaze. "Do you seriously think you're pregnant?"

"No," she was quick to answer.

The '98 Liner rose from his seat. "Then why take the test?"

"Because!" Minnie started pacing around the room again, fixing her hair along the way.

"Because?" He nagged her.

The girl to a stop. "Better safe than sorry."

Vernon couldn't help but sigh again, "Minnie..."

"There's a 0.01 per cent chance-"

"Don't say 0.01 because if it really was 0.01 you wouldn't even think of taking one!" He pointed a finger at her, quickly realising the rude gesture and putting his hand down again. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"Okay, then maybe a slightly bigger chance... I don't know..." the female member bit down on her lip as her voice quieted down. Her gaze was back on the floor. "I'm scared."

Her confession made the rapper look back at her. He understood the seriousness of the situation, yet he had never seen the girl that way before. On a night out with the group, they had found out about the first pregnancy scare she had had years before, but she acted differently about it then. Took it with a lot more humour. But now, the woman in front of him just confessed to being scared. And he was the one she had trusted to confront about it.

Vernon glanced around the room. He couldn't freak out. He was supposed to help her here.

"Don't be scared," he tried to assure her, getting up from the sofa to take a step closer to her. "Are you serious though?"

Fallen silent, the girl just nodded. After not getting a verbal response back, she spoke up to explain, "I just... I've been feeling kinda... off. It's weird," she brushed it off, "and I really- I don't think I am, but... what if I am?"

Vernon accepted her answer, taking a second to himself. "Okay," he took a deep breath in and out. "It's okay. You have a test?" He asked her.

Minnie nodded.

"You went out and bought one?" Not even trying to conceal the concern in his voice.

"No," she told him, passing him as she made her way to the bathroom. "Hana got two for me."

"Where's she?" The younger member was hot on her feet.

"At work," Minnie explained. "She bought them on her lunch break." She stopped in front of the door, turning around to come to face with the rapper.

Vernon lowered his voice. "Why did you call me?"

The female idol shrugged.

He was desperate at this point. It felt like the wrong situation to be in for him. "Why not... Minghao... or... Shua, or Coups-"

"Coups would have me on a leash and drag me to get me castrated the moment he heard the words 'pregnancy test'!" She defended herself, getting a slight chuckle from him in return.

"Don't know how that would work but you're probably right. He'd do it at the word 'pregnancy' already," he mumbled.

"And... Shua would be way too emotional and... I don't know... Hao too. They'd be so... careful around me and try to comfort me-"

"You don't want to be comforted?"

"Not right now," she shook her head and gulped as he met his eyes. "I called you because you're the only person I know who can just sit there and be there for someone. Without overreacting... or... freaking out. And I'm kinda freaking out, so I need someone with a cool head right now."

"Not gonna lie," Vernon confessed, "I'm freaking out a little though."

"But you're hiding it well."

"Ditto," he nodded at the female member.

Another moment of silence washed over the apartment. Minnie took a quick look into the bathroom, her eyes immediately on the two pink packages by the sink.

"It's basically impossible that I'm pregnant," she admitted. The wheels in Vernon's head started turning, thinking that it was never truly impossible, unless... but he decided not to question her further.

"But I had weird... signs, I guess. And Hana and Léon made me scared. I just wanna make sure."

The '98 Liner nodded along to her words, shaking his head even harder the moment she looked back at him. "Do that. Take the test. Or tests," he dramatically pronounced the plural form.

Minnie nudged her head after a second to take a breath. "Can you come with me?"

Vernon immediately frowned. "Wh- Into the bathroom?"

The girl nodded.

"Ew, no! I'm not gonna watch you piss, bro."

She rolled her eyes, "Don't watch me pee. Just sit next to me," pointing to a stool they had in the bathroom for whatever reason. "Hold my hand?" She batted her eyes at him, mostly to lighten up the situation, while holding a bit of seriousness behind her ask.

"Absolutely fucking not," he shook his head. "Go. I'll be right here."

She eyed him up and down, scrunching up her face. "You're not a real one."

Vernon's eyebrows shot up. "If that's the requirement, I'm good," brushing her off and pushing her to finally get into the bathroom. "Weirdo," he mumbled, getting a last glare. At least she hasn't completely lost her spark, he thought to himself.

The moment she disappeared into the room, Vernon was met with the silence of being by himself. It was only then he realised that he hadn't even asked her about Wonwoo and/or Mingyu. Thinking, if anyone should be there, it would be the two men in question. He passed the thought after a moment of debating, coming to the conclusion that she'd have her reasons. Even after her explanation, he was still slightly confused as to why she'd rather have him than them here with her. He decided he'd rather stay in the unknown rather than pester her with more questions. Right now, she needed a friend, not an interrogator, by her side.

-

Vernon cleared his throat awkwardly.

The duo had found their way onto the couch with the two tests placed neatly on the coffee table ahead of them, facing down so neither one of them could even dare to get a glimpse of the results before the timer went off.

"And... ehm...," he tried to pass the time, hoping to somehow soothe the nerves rushing between both of them. "So... if you were though, like... pregnant," he carefully wondered, seeing her almost flinch at his words. He turned to look fully at her, finding her already staring at him. "Would you... w-would you... you know...," Vernon let out a chunk of air, "know whose it is?"

The time he had to himself let his mind wander to places he didn't even want it to go, but he couldn't help it.

Minnie stayed quiet for a few seconds, the words hitting her clearly hard as her eyes drifted off him.

"Ehm...," she took a deep breath. "I... I- eh... I... no?" Lowering her head, her gaze was back on her hands intertwined in her lap. She gulped, "I don't- I don't think so, n-no..." The confession appeared in the form of a big lump in her throat. 

While she was able to have her fun with the two men in her life, it was only now that she came across an obstacle like this. Of course, they had had conversations about protection, being careful instead of mindless, and consent. Yet, the topic of a possible pregnancy while still taking precautions seemed to have passed them.

Vernon nodded, his lips tightly pressed together. "Alright... damn...," he raised his eyebrows. "That- that's... wow, impressive... I mean- g-good for you. That's... good for you. And I- I mean not good good for you if you're pregnant, but, you know... good as in good for-"

"Vernon?"

"Yeah, I'm shutting up."

Not the time or place for a conversation like that, nor did she want to go into more detail about the couple's constellation in the bedroom with one of her closest friends, whom she considered her little brother. Neither did Vernon. But the silence had become dreadful.

Any other day, the duo would have no issue sitting next to each other in complete silence, yet, at that very moment, both wanted anything but to stay quiet. And finding a topic of conversation seemed more challenging than ever before.

The '98 Liner could see her shaking leg in the corner of his eye, unsure of how to comfort her well enough since it was the first time in a situation like that for him too. In an attempt to help her, he reached out and placed his hand on her knee, hoping it would calm her.

"It's okay," he quietly told her, turning his head to meet her clearly frightened gaze.

"Is it though?" She kept the conversation going.

He retrieved his hand again to turn the rest of his body to face her more clearly.

"You said it's... very unlikely." He continued to choose his words carefully, not trying to overstep and drag her into a hole she might not get out of.

Minnie nodded. "Yeah...," she whispered, hugging herself as if she was freezing. "Very unlikely, but... never impossible, right?"

Vernon shrugged his shoulder, "I think only you'd know that. If it's possible or not."

Whether they were talking about the act of conception or possibly rather the chances of her fertility would stay between the two.

The girl gulped. "It's unlikely. Very, very unlikely." 

A quiet pat on her back gave her the validation and comfort she craved and asked for.

"That's why I called you," Minnie confessed after a short few seconds of quietness.

"Hm?" Vernon glanced back at her after his eyes had been fixed on his phone.

"You can just sit here. Accept it, without a big reaction. And I still feel comforted. You... your presence is very comforting."

The question as to why him and not the men that lived with her was still burning his tongue, yet he didn't even dare to let it fall from his lips. Maybe another time.

"I still don't think I'm the right person for something like this-"

"You are," she quickly reassured him. "I didn't even think of anyone else."

The truth was, were the first people to pop into her head her lovers? Yes, of course. But in a moment of panic, in a situation that could affect either one of their lives immensely, she didn't want to confront them. Not with 100% certainty of a result. She wanted to avoid the unnecessary anxiety and hysteria spreading to other people involved in this. Not if there's nothing to be worried about in the first place, she kept on convincing herself.

In addition, as they had talked about before, knowing the rest of her members, there was a group of them that would try to be as emotionally available as they possibly could, their arms around her during the entire process, trying to console her while she just needed someone next to her. The other part of them would turn it into the headline of their tabloid, running around frantically, trying to make sense of the situation, while freaking out, scaring her even more.

And then there was Cheol, the oldest of them all, she shook her head as she didn't even want to think of a possible reaction of his. Yes, he'd support her no matter what, but the image of disappointment on his face was something she couldn't stomach.

Silently, Vernon leaned back, a tight smile on his lips. He appreciated her honesty.

Their sweet moment of companionship was interrupted by the sound of the teeth-shattering, chill-sending sound of his alarm. Vernon didn't even think of changing the ringtone, just opting to go with the standard iPhone one, making the girl shudder as he turned it off.

"Alright," he sighed. "You ready?"

Minnie nodded, pushing herself up to sit further on the edge, her knees close to hitting the coffee table.

"I do one, you do one?"

"Dude, you peed on that, I'm not touching it!" His exclaim made her look at him dumbfounded.

"I peed on that part," she pointed at the end covered by a plastic cap. "You won't even touch it."

But Vernon just shook his head. "You do it."

"Real supportive," she mumbled at him with an amused glare and nudge of her head.

Rushing down the number from three to one in her head, with a deep breath, she turned one test around, wanting to rip the bandaid off quickly and get it over with. Carefully, she looked at the small electronic display, ready for the worst to hit her.

"Not pregnant," she read out loud with a big breath of air. With a quick move, she turned around the second one, a content smile on her lips as she found the same result.

"Not pregnant," Vernon nodded, looking at the coffee table ahead of him before turning towards the female member. "You okay?"

Minnie pressed her lips together tightly, looking at him with a somewhat smile on her face as she nodded. "Yeah..."

Her gaze fell back on the white and blue plastic, her hands still cramped up in her lap as the younger rapper let himself fall further back into the blue couch. He let a moment pass, giving her the silence to herself.

"You know," he patted her back, gaining her attention, "If you were though...," she met his eye. "I'd drive you. Check-up... or...," with a motion of his hand, he pretended to cut his neck, getting a chuckle from her in return.

"I know," she whispered, not trusting her voice to become any louder. Too many emotions were rushing through the short moment, too many for at that time after coming close to what she'd describe as a heart attack.

In the blink of an eye, she had her arms wrapped around his torso, making the younger member smile softly as he returned the embrace. A comforting hand ran up and down her arm. It wasn't often he reciprocated the show of affection from her, but he'd let her for now, knowing she most definitely needed it.

With her cheek against his shoulder, he felt her tightening her arms in a pulse as she spoke up again.

"That's why I called you."

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

[kathlare]

lifting the weight

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Alex and Minnie visit Amelie, who is struggling with the aftermath of a breakup.

Wordcount: 2.4 k

Warnings: none

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June 7th, 2023 - New York City, NY

Amelie’s apartment was silent as Alex pushed open the door with a faint creak, the familiar scent of vanilla and worn leather filling the air. The place was a mess, but not the chaotic, lived-in kind of mess. It was the aftermath of someone who had given up for a bit, left everything in disarray, and shut themselves off from the world. Boxes of takeout littered the counter, ice cream containers were scattered across the living room, and clothes were thrown carelessly across the couch.

Alex took a breath, glancing over at Minnie, who was standing a few steps behind him, looking at the state of things with the same mix of concern and exasperation. They both knew the drill.

Alex ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep the anxiety from bubbling up. He wasn’t sure what he expected when he walked through the door, but this certainly wasn’t it. They’d gotten the texts from Elysia earlier that day—her gentle, but firm insistence that they needed to get Amelie out of her funk. “You have to go. She’s not responding to anyone else. Just go, take care of her.” And so, here they were. In her apartment. Where everything felt off.

Amelie, as expected, was sprawled out on the couch. Her hair was tangled, her eyes barely open as she stared at the TV, not really watching anything. She had a spoon in her hand, the remnants of some melting ice cream dripping from the side. She didn’t even flinch when they walked in, still locked in her own little world of sadness and sugar.

Alex took a deep breath and put on his best "I’m-not-here-to-panic" face. He wasn’t exactly good at the emotional support thing, but he’d done it enough times with her that he knew what worked. Minnie, however, was more hands-on, always with a touch more of the nurturing side to her. She didn’t hesitate—she crossed the room quickly and plopped herself down next to Amelie on the couch.

—Hey, you,— Minnie said softly, leaning in. —You look like shit.—

Amelie’s only response was a tired half-smile, the kind of smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

—Thanks, Minns,— she muttered, still not lifting her gaze from the TV.

Alex rolled his eyes at Minnie’s bluntness, but he appreciated it. At least it wasn’t patronizing. He glanced around the room again. They’d have to get this place cleaned up first, or nothing was going to feel right.

Alex sighed, running his hand through his hair again. It wasn’t going to be easy, but he wasn’t going anywhere until Amelie stopped looking like she was drowning in sadness.

—Alright, here’s the plan,— he said, clapping his hands together as he tried to muster up a bit of energy. —We clean this place up, cook you something that’s not fucking ice cream, and then we make you sing some karaoke. That’s what we’re doing today. No objections. Understand?—

Amelie didn't respond immediately. She just stared at the screen, but her lips quirked slightly, just enough for Alex to catch the flicker of recognition in her eyes. She wasn’t fully checked out, not yet.

—Sure, Alex,— she said flatly. —Whatever. If it’ll make you happy. But don’t expect me to suddenly be all cheery or whatever.—

Alex crossed the room and took a long look at the kitchen. He wasn’t a chef by any means, but he could cook pasta. At least, that was his go-to for situations like this—easy, comforting, nothing that required more than boiling water and throwing some sauce in the mix.

—Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow,— he said, though he wasn’t entirely sure how slow this would go. —First, we clean, then we eat, then we sing. We’ve got this, alright?—

Minnie already had her hands on Amelie’s shoulders, giving her a little squeeze.

—Alex is right. We’re going to get you back to your old self, even if we have to drag you out of this funk kicking and screaming.—

Amelie finally lifted her eyes, a touch of something flickering there—maybe irritation, maybe a tiny bit of gratitude.

—I’m not gonna scream, Minnie,— she muttered, but her voice was hoarse, as though she hadn’t spoken to anyone in days.

—Good, because I’m not here for drama,— Alex quipped, though he was trying to lighten the mood. He grabbed the nearest trash bag, starting to collect the empty ice cream containers and crumpled paper towels. There was something about seeing Amelie like this that made him want to be both pissed and sad at the same time. She was his best friend—she didn’t deserve to be curled up on a couch, ignoring the world, and he hated it.

As Alex worked, tossing wrappers and containers into the trash bag, he couldn’t help but glance back at Amelie from time to time. She was quieter now, her eyes moving from the TV to the room, as if she was slowly realizing the mess she’d surrounded herself with. Still, she wasn’t moving to help. Not yet.

Minnie, sensing that Amelie was starting to slip back into her head, decided to push a little more.

—You want to talk about it?— Minnie asked, her voice quiet but persistent.

Amelie let out a long breath, finally pushing herself up from the couch and pulling her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she rested her chin on her knees.

—Not really,— she said, though the way she spoke, almost too calmly, made Alex’s heart ache. He could tell she was still in a haze, almost numb.

Minnie didn’t back down, however. —I’m not letting you sit here and stew in whatever bullshit’s going on in that head of yours. Come on, what happened with Rodrigo? You guys were good, weren’t you?—

Amelie’s face tightened for a moment, the mention of Rodrigo causing something to flicker in her eyes—anger, frustration, confusion. She didn’t respond right away, but her silence said enough.

—We were good,— Amelie finally murmured, her voice barely audible. —But it’s not enough anymore. I don’t know... we just... we broke. He wanted something that I couldn’t give him, and maybe... maybe it was me who fucked it all up. I don’t know. I just don’t know if I want to keep trying when I feel like I’m always miles away from everything that’s supposed to matter to me. It’s easier this way, I guess. Just... being alone. I’m used to it. I’ve always been used to it. Everyone leaves, eventually.—

There was a sharp crack in her voice as she spoke the last part, and Alex’s chest tightened in response. He stopped cleaning for a moment, glancing at Minnie, who gave him a subtle nod. They both knew that this wasn’t about Rodrigo. It never was. This was about a deeper pain, one that had been festering for far longer than just the break-up.

Alex walked over and sat next to Amelie on the couch, the old familiarity of their friendship taking over. He wasn’t great with words, but he could always offer a listening ear, even if he had no idea what to say.

—You’re not alone, Amelie,— Alex said softly, his voice steady. —You don’t have to do everything alone. You never have to do everything alone. I know it’s hard. I know you feel like things are falling apart, but that doesn’t mean it’s the end of everything. It’s just... a chapter. And you can write your next one, okay? One step at a time.—

Amelie looked up at him then, and for the first time in days, something like a smile broke through her weary expression.

—I don’t know if I’m ready, Alex,— she admitted, her voice rough. —It feels like I’m stuck in the same loop, over and over. Like everything I touch just crumbles, and I’m so fucking tired of trying to make it work. I’ve been here before. You know that. I’ve been here with... Lando... and with Cam. I just...—

Alex nodded, feeling the weight of the history behind her words. He had been there through everything—through her relationship with Lando, the heartbreak, the way she pulled away when Cam died, the way she put herself together again in spite of it all. But this... this felt different. She was different now. It wasn’t just about losing someone—it was about the deep, exhausting fatigue of losing herself too.

Amelie sighed deeply, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, the weariness evident in every movement she made. The room was quieter now, the only sound being the occasional clink of utensils as Alex finished cleaning the last of the countertops and Minnie gathered the dirty clothes that had piled up in the corner.

—It’s just... exhausting, you know?— Amelie continued, her voice still thick with emotion. —I’ve lost so much already. So much time, so many people. I just don’t know if I can keep trying to hold onto something that feels like it’s slipping through my fingers every time I reach for it.—

Alex looked at her, his face softening. He understood more than he let on. He had seen her go through loss before, seen her grapple with grief and guilt. He had watched her build herself back up, only for her to stumble again. The weight of the world was always on her shoulders. But he was here, and he wasn’t about to let her carry it alone.

—Look, Amelie,— he said quietly, —I get it. It’s fucking hard. Relationships, life, everything. But... you don’t have to go through it alone. Not this time. Not anymore.—

Amelie didn't respond right away. She simply nodded, her eyes distant, as if she was considering his words, letting them sink in. There was still a lot of pain in her silence, but Alex knew this moment mattered. Maybe not all of it would heal today, maybe not even this week, but they had started to pull her back from the edge.

Minnie, who had been quiet for a while, finally stood up with a dramatic sigh. —Alright, enough with the existential crisis for now,— she said, attempting to break the tension. —We’re here to fix this shit, not to get stuck in it.—

Alex gave her a grateful glance, watching as she helped Amelie to her feet.

—Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,— Minnie said, her tone still gentle but determined. —You’re not going to feel better until you at least get rid of some of this... mess.—

Amelie made a noncommittal sound but allowed Minnie to lead her to the bathroom, while Alex turned his attention to the rest of the apartment. He began tidying up the living room, picking up discarded ice cream wrappers and soda cans, tossing everything into trash bags. It didn’t seem like much, but the simple act of organizing made the place feel just a little less suffocating. Slowly, he moved through the apartment, folding clothes, putting dishes away, and mentally cataloging all the things Amelie had been neglecting while she’d been in her funk.

When he finally had the living room looking somewhat presentable, he started boiling water for the pasta. There was something therapeutic about the process. It was simple, grounding. The smell of cooking pasta filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of vanilla and dust. The hum of the kettle brought a sense of normalcy, like a small slice of peace in the chaos. It was almost absurd how comforting it was to be doing something so mundane, yet it felt like the first real thing they'd done together since Amelie’s world had crumbled.

Minnie had already returned, having helped Amelie shower and change into something more comfortable. The transformation wasn’t much, but Alex noticed the slight shift. Amelie looked... less like she was actively giving up. Her hair was tied back, and her face was a little clearer, even though the exhaustion still lingered in her eyes.

—Smells good,— Amelie said quietly from the doorway, her voice soft but with just the faintest trace of something that resembled interest.

Alex gave her a half-smile, keeping his focus on stirring the pasta. —Good. You’re gonna eat it all, too. No arguing.—

—Yeah, yeah,— she muttered, but she didn't sit down just yet. Instead, she wandered over to the couch, picking up the remote and absentmindedly flicking through the channels.

Alex glanced over at Minnie, who was setting the table, and raised an eyebrow. —Any breakthrough yet?—

Minnie gave him a sly grin. —She’s getting there. It’s not about rushing her. Just… letting her breathe for now.—

Alex nodded, but he still had that nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, he could do something more. Amelie had always been the one to listen to others, to help them pick up the pieces when they were struggling. But now, it was her turn to be put together, and it felt like there was no clear way to fix what was broken.

Eventually, the pasta was done, and the table was set. Alex poured three glasses of wine—red, because Amelie always preferred it—and gestured for her to sit. —Dinner’s ready,— he said, his tone much lighter than before, though he still couldn’t shake the weight of the day.

Amelie didn’t protest. She plopped down on the chair, picking at her food without enthusiasm. But that was enough for now. The silence between them wasn’t awkward, just quiet—comforting, like the sound of rain tapping against windows.

Alex moved to sit at the table as well, glancing at Minnie who sat across from Amelie, the two of them exchanging small, knowing smiles. There was a comforting kind of stillness between them. No one was pushing too hard, and yet there was a quiet understanding: they weren’t going to let Amelie wallow forever. This was the beginning of something, a step towards whatever healing she needed, however long it would take.

The meal was simple, but it was enough. Alex had become skilled in making pasta over the years, a staple of comfort for the nights that demanded nothing more than a warm bowl of food and the feeling of not being alone. As they ate, the sounds of their forks scraping against plates filled the room, but there was still an undercurrent of heaviness in the air. No one spoke much, but that was okay. They were just there—together.

It was only once the meal was finished, and Amelie had stopped playing with her pasta and taken a long sip from her wine glass, that Minnie stood up with a grin.

—Alright, now that we’ve sufficiently filled our bellies and our hearts are at least 12% lighter,— Minnie said with a wink, —let’s get to the real work. We need some Taylor Swift to fix this mess.—

Alex raised an eyebrow. —You’re really going there, huh?—

—Oh, I’m going there. Trust me,— Minnie shot back, walking over to the TV. She set up a playlist and, before Alex could protest further, Taylor’s You Belong With Me blared through the speakers.

Amelie rolled her eyes but let out a small chuckle, the sound barely audible but still enough for Alex to notice. For the first time in days, she seemed like she was taking a breath, even if it was just a shallow one.

Minnie, already in the middle of dancing around the living room with a dramatic twirl, shot Alex a triumphant grin.

—You can't fight the power of Taylor, man. It's science.—

Alex groaned, but his lips tugged into a reluctant smile. He didn’t even need to be asked. He stood up, grabbing the empty wine glasses and walking over to the counter to place them in the sink. As he moved around the room, he caught sight of Amelie again. She was no longer staring into space, lost in the noise of the world outside her apartment. No, now her eyes were following Minnie, who was spinning like she hadn’t a care in the world.

Alex’s heart warmed, just a little. It wasn’t much, but this moment, this goofy, chaotic moment where Taylor Swift’s song blared in the background, Amelie wasn’t crying. She wasn’t curled up in misery, her sadness closing in on her like a suffocating weight. Instead, she was here, laughing softly, as the two of them started jumping around her.

—Come on, Amelie,— Minnie teased, doing a little twirl and holding out her hand. —Join us! You can’t tell me you’re not feeling at least a little bit of ‘You Belong With Me’ vibes!—

Amelie raised an eyebrow, but she stood up. Slowly at first, almost reluctant, and as if the weight of the past week had glued her to the couch.

But the beat kicked in, and something shifted. Something broke free inside her. She put her spoon down, slowly sliding her feet onto the ground, a small smile beginning to tug at the corner of her lips.

Alex watched, and his chest tightened a little more.

It wasn’t an instant change. It wasn’t like flipping a switch, but it was a start.

Amelie began to sway along with the music, her body stiff at first, like it wasn’t sure it remembered how to have fun. Minnie, of course, didn’t waste any time; she grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her into the middle of the room. Without a moment's hesitation, she tossed Alex a playful wink, and they both started jumping around, singing out the lyrics at the top of their lungs, the absurdity of it all making everything feel lighter.

As the chorus blared through the speakers, Amelie let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. She shook her head, as if trying to shake off the weight that had been suffocating her for days.

—Fine, fine!— Amelie yelled, pretending to surrender to their antics. —You guys are insane, but I’m in!—

And just like that, the music, the noise, and the laughter cut through the fog that had clouded her mind. Alex watched as the girl he had known since they were children let go, even if only for a few minutes, of the sadness and hurt that had wrapped around her like a cocoon. For the first time since arriving, he felt like he could breathe again, too.

The three of them sang along, their voices clashing in a cacophony of off-key notes, but they didn’t care. They didn’t have to be perfect. It wasn’t about hitting the notes or dancing in rhythm; it was about being there, about rediscovering what had always mattered—the love they shared for each other, for the friendship that had endured through the mess of life.

Amelie laughed—a real laugh, unfiltered, loud, and full of the kind of joy that only came from being surrounded by people who would never let you sink too far into the dark. It was imperfect and raw, but it was exactly what they all needed.

—Alright, that’s enough for me to get my heart back into working condition,— Minnie declared dramatically, pausing in the middle of the living room, her arms raised like she had just completed some impossible task. —You feel better, Amelie?—

Amelie, still catching her breath, nodded. Her smile was softer now, genuine in a way it hadn’t been for days. She reached over to grab the TV remote, turning down the volume.

—Yeah, I feel... I feel a little better, actually,— she said, still a little out of breath, but with a more grounded tone.

Alex couldn’t help but smile, too. This was progress. The pain didn’t disappear, but for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight of it lifted just enough for her to breathe. She was starting to see the light again, slowly, piece by piece.

—Good,— he said quietly, meeting her gaze. —That's all I wanted, really. You don’t have to have it all figured out right now. We’ve got time, Amelie. We’ve got time, and we’ve got each other. Always.—

She nodded, looking at him with a quiet understanding, her eyes still tinged with exhaustion, but a little lighter.

—Thanks, Alex,— she said softly, before turning her attention back to Minnie, who was already reaching for another ice cream container.

—Alright, enough emotional moments for one night,— Minnie announced with a wink. —Ice cream’s back on the menu! But this time, we’re making it a celebration of survival, not self-pity. So, no more wallowing, got it?—

Amelie snorted, her old spark returning as she rolled her eyes.

—Got it. No more wallowing, just ice cream and terrible karaoke.—

—Exactly,— Minnie grinned, pulling Alex into the kitchen for the ice cream, while Amelie took a seat on the couch, still smiling a little too widely for it to be entirely natural. But it was a start.

Alex and Minnie didn’t talk much as they dug through the freezer. They didn’t need to. This was enough—this silly, messy, imperfect moment. It wasn’t about fixing everything. It was about showing up. Showing up for Amelie when she felt like she couldn’t show up for herself.

And that was something, in itself, worth celebrating.

As they sat back down, spoons in hand, the night drifted on. The silence was different now. It wasn’t empty. It was filled with the noise of old songs, easy laughter, and the unspoken promise that whatever happened, they wouldn’t let each other drown.

For now, that was enough.

[bballlvr8]

https://www.si.com/college/2022/04/04/uconn-loss-south-carolina-future-bueckers-auriemma

Sad article that talks about injuries and the loss but this part:

"Bueckers, last year’s National Player of the Year, had surgery just over a week later and was expected to miss at least two months. Tim Fudd, Azzi’s dad, says Azzi quickly became like a “crutch” for Bueckers, doing all she could to help her teammate and friend. She ensured Bueckers took her medication and helped her get plates of food, with the two often eating together. Fudd, who herself was sidelined from Dec. 3 to Jan. 23 due to a foot injury, made sure her teammate was icing at the right times and reminded the Hopkins, Minn., native of the small milestones to look forward to throughout the rehab process—like increasing her range of motion or adding weight while trying to strengthen her leg."

thanks anon

[nokistar]

Trying to ascertain what/when the biggest impact on getting people into the fandom was.

[laismoura-art]

Ladies and gentlemen:

The Sisterhood of Shadows! 🎸🎶

I cannot be the only one who thought they would make a sickass band while watching MK Legends: Cage Match!

I hate that they are just jobbers there, but I LOVE their rockstar desings!

🎹 Sareena definitely has my favourite design! Her outfit is so pretty and messy curls fit her so well and they were so much fun to make!

🎸 And y'all know I'm a curly Jataaka believer so I brought the queen's crown back! Her outfit fits the vibes I usually give her so I dig it!

🥁 Kia's hair was pretty fun so I kept it, and her outfit though simple was so stylish, I really like it!

And I know Cage Match set up Sareena to be the the main lead, and that's cool and she was pretty badass, buuuuuuut, I think even Sareena herself will agree Jataaka is the true main lead of this band! 👑

I wanted to try a different style, I hope y'all like it!

Close-ups:

And reference:

Let's be real, the are MK's Hex Girls! 🖤

@mikka-minns @thedragonholder @madamealtruist @orbitinytheworld @rasta-bot

[minnesota-fats]

Pokémon is literally just the Pokémon government encouraging people to do self pest control so the city doesn’t have to.

Like you can step outside and see a rat eating your garbage, rather than calling pest control you throw a ball at it. Now you got a creature for the animal fighting ring down the street!

And Pokémon Go really goes hard cuz you have to catch multiple to evolve one!

[miss-starlet]

♡ Pet Play W/ Minnie ♡

18+ MDNI

Word Count: 500+

Warnings: Punishments, Bondage, titles such as master & owner, mentions of spanking and degradation.

Kitty Minne (Receiving):

♡ I know everyone loves a good bratty Minho (Guilty ✋️), however I want to say it's not often the case. On a scale I probably would say 70% good boy and 30% a brat.

♡ He just wants to be loved and spoiled. Which might lead into bratty kitty territory when he doesn't get his way.

♡ Licks and nibbles at your hand and fingers. All the love bites from him.

♡ When he is good, he is your prize kitten who want to be pampered. Pls help him put on his collar w/ a little bell and ears. Brush his hair, give him tons of pets, and kisses. An absolute cutie when he is all dolled up!

♡ He is a big fan of bondage, especially loves when you bind his legs and elbows so that they are forced to stay bent and have to crawl around.

♡ One of Minhos favorite things is to cum. When he starts to get bratty and misbehave, taking away his orgasms is a good way to get him back to acting like your good kitty.

~♡~

Minho was seated by your feet on the floor. Dawning his fluffy kitty ears and baby blue collar. All day he has been naughty, but you knew just what to do to make him behave again.

You gently patted your thighs to catch Minho's attention, making soft "psk" noises to get him to join you on your lap.

He gazed up at you with those honey-brown eyes, scrowling at you; clearly annoyed.

"Does Minnie need help getting up?" You asked teasingly, putting your hands under his armpits and lifting him up into your lap. "I didn't need help."

"Don't get all grumpy with me mister. Doesn't my kitty want to feel good? " You asked. Your hand wraps around his dick, starting of with slow tugs before jerking him off merciless. Minho's moans starts to get louder and louder as your speed increases.

"Y/Nnie p-please" Minho's body squirms between your legs as your other hand comes around his waist to still him.

"So loud baby and so needy too." Your hand stops and he whined loudly. His hips started to thrust up against the air, trying to feel some type of sensation.

"My bratty little baby just doesn't deserve to cum, does he?" You ask as your fingers grabbed his chin, shaking his head no.

Owner Minho (Giving):

♡ A very strict, but loving owner. Will spoil you rotten by letting you have whatever you want as long as you are good for him. Buys you a new collar and toys almost every week because he loves how excited you get when he gives them to you.

♡ He doesn't mind whatever animal you want to be, but it will change how soft or rough he plays with you. If you are his kitty, he will treat you just like his own cats. If you are his little puppy, he will be a lot more rougher with you.

♡ Minho has many rules he expects you to follow, and he isn't very lenient with them. Some of his rules include not speaking unless asked, always calling him by his title (master or owner), and respecting him.

♡ He doesn't like to be disrespected, and he doesn't mind training that brat attitude right out of his pet.

♡ Will spray you with a water bottle.

♡ When you misbehave, he turns into a big meanie. He does give you a chance to correct yourself depending on what rule you broke, however, if you keep on he will punish you. He is mean and vile with what he says when degrading you. Spanking is his favorite punishment to give you, especially when he is able to use his belt or get out his favorite paddle.

~♡~

Minho had came home and surprised you with a new tail plug that had a vibrator setting. He made sure to get his little pet ready by helping you put on your collar and new tail.

You were kneeling in between his feet trying to be good and not squirm. He set it to the lowest setting, and to say you were desperate was an understatement. You rubbed your head against the fabric of his jeans, whining softly.

"Aw, my poor kitten. Don't worry, your master will take care of you."

"P-please" You whine out, Minho hand find their way into your hair, pulling your head back.

"Kittens don't talk." Minho said as he unbuttons his pants, following the action by unzipping his fly and pulling his cock free from his underwear.

"Does my kitty want a taste?" You nod, while letting him move you head close to the tip by your hair.

"You been so good for me, how about you enjoy your reward?"

[kuwdora]

Witcher Recs - Angst & Connection

Witcher fandom has such a wide variety of angsty fic. I come bearing a small recs list of 8 angsty witcher stories today. Angst and pain and tragedy, surviving and sometimes not surviving, but also experiencing comfort in that times of need.

This list features game/book Witcher canons but some of them are a little more ambiguous than others. Rare pairs, side characters, and pain.

Pyres by KushielsMercy. 374w, Teen. Éibhear Hattori character study. Angst. People are always hungry on burning days. 

A short fic but every sentence punches you in the throat, gut, and especially the heart.

On Roads Where I Lost Sight of God by kimikocha. Witcher Aubry, original character, Jad Karadin. Angst, child abuse, rescue, Eternal Fire. 1900w. Mature. In Novigrad, where life is cheap, Aubry finds two elvish children locked away in the basement of a philanthropist's hastily abandoned home. Rescuing them isn't even a question. But to do so he'll have to make it out of a city full of burning pyres, run by an Eternal Fire that's in a mood to set non-humans aflame.

The way Aubry tries to connect with the children as he’s trying to keep them safe, it always gets me.

A Killing Frost by @brighteyedjill. 1323w, Teen. Barmin. Impending character death, sacking of Kaer Morhen. Gardens and gardening. Barmin drew the key from his belt, unlocked the greenhouse door, and closed it behind him. The door did nothing to drown out either the smell of smoke or the shouting and screaming. He ignored it.

Secrets and gardens and pain of impending death and destruction, heart wrenching.

En'ca minne by @eatingcroutons. 2951w. Explicit. Milva/Iorveth. Milva saves the remnants of Iorveth's routed commando, and they stop to rest on the way to Brokilon. This is a missing scene fic about a story that Milva briefly talks about in Baptism of Fire. Elves, group sex, canon compliant.

I adore this fic because Milva absolutely deserves all the nice things. And oh the angsty pain and loveeeee.

A candle in the dark by and_a_dash_of_Angst. 1600w. Teen. Lambert and Yennefer. Childhood friends AU. Child abuse, angst, hurt/comfort, first meetings. Neither Yennefer nor Lambert had anything even vaguely resembling a happy childhood. That hasn't changed; sometimes, though, a friendly face can make things seem a little less terrible.

This is such a great premise and fantastic fic where Lambert and Yennefer meet as children and the friendship they find together amidst their abusive upbringings.

Falconry Basics by @brighteyedjill. 2100w. Mature. Coën & Vesemir. Touch-starved, nonsexual bondage. H/c, platonic BDSM. At the start of the winter at Kaer Morhen, Coën watched the Wolves shed their wariness and relax from being individual witchers into being a pack. They pounced on each other in playful attacks and kept some kind of elaborate scoring system about it. They grabbed hold of one another’s arms to get someone’s attention or make a point. They even tussled in the hot springs, all that naked skin sliding together. They knew each other well enough to understand what was wanted without conversation. Coën watched all that and felt it like an ache, like his skin was bruised from not being touched.

The ache in this fic is so painful and wonderful.

where ever I go (trouble seems to follow) by heronfem. 4,057w. Mature. The Inherent Tragedy of Witchers. Worldbuilding. Mental Health Issues. Ves and Vesemir. “I’m named after you,” is the first thing that Ves says to him when she walks up to where he’s working on sharpening blades. “Don’t make it weird, old man.” Vesemir snorts, unable to quite keep from smiling. There’s battle brewing and more bodies in Kaer Morhen breathing than they’ve had in nearly a century, and still he’s been backtalked by young ones. It’s almost nostalgic. “You are only one of many, many others. The world is a strange place.” Or: The Life and Times of Vesemir of Dol Angra, hero of Lyria.

All the character details that heron sheds a light upon in their work is extraordinary. I have a lot of favorite heron fic and this Ves and Vesemir one holds a special place in my aching heart.

Banishment by @witch-and-her-witcher. 520w. Mature. Iorveth/Iskra. Vrihedd Brigade. Angst. Backstory. Iskra seeks comfort before her fate is decided.

This ficlet. The rare pair of it all, omg. The angst of the impending threat to their lives and the comfort of the moment between two elves that never met in canon. This is a fascinating ficlet to see how these two might connect before the worst moment of their lives

Previously on Kuwdora's Witcher Recs:

Sorceress Femslash Part 1

Villains and Bad Guys Part 1

Istredd Recs

[tauforged]

i still haven’t unlocked all of the grimoire lore pages because RNG hates me but i’ve read them (or rather. vik read them to me over call while i was doing tank maintenance. hehe) and ohhhh the implications are all so compelling but what gets me the most off the top of my head:

- tales of duviri was based on stories albrecht used to make up for euleria as a young child, complete with goofy character voices. he also somehow considers himself a complete failure of a father, despite all evidence pointing to the contrary.

- loid was not only fully aware of exactly what albrecht was trying to accomplish the whole time, but very much an active participant. he was the one who gave al the idea for the vessels. he knows exactly what was happening and was in fact an active enabler in most of his crazy science shenanigans

- albrecht came FRUSTRATINGLY CLOSE to actually finding the ‘correct’ answer to beating back the indifference when he was in duviri but basically ‘this sign won’t stop me because i can’t read’-ed right back out of it and decided that he alone was uniquely irredeemable and deserved to suffer for his mistakes and needed to continue digging this hole even deeper

- the reason bird 3 doesn’t have a proper name like fibonacci tagfer and minn is because he was literally just picked at random as an ‘expendable’ animal to balance out the diversity of the test subjects. he also considered kalymos a viable test animal, but couldn’t bring himself to potentially cause her any harm. he somehow finds a way to feel just as guilty about not potentially killing an animal as he is about killing countless other animals. this guy has ISSUES

- the vessels are made in part from tissue samples from arthur and aoi that he brought back to deimos

- he has been to 1999 and back several times before and interacted with arthur and aoi seemingly fairly extensively. they believe him to be a doctor trying to protect people from the technocyte plague, and he used this as a front to secretly start turning them into partial warframes.

- he basically became so consumed by the guilt of his cavia experiment being a failure that he decided his only option to redeem himself was to graduate to unwilling/unknowing human test subjects instead. 10/10 no notes keep up the good work 👍 this will only go well

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Creator of Project Undercraft here! You wanted pictures? Take ‘em!!! I took some pics of the prettiest (in my opinion) places of the project and will gladly show them to you!

Everything there is in Russian, so don’t bother trying to read. It’s faithful to the original though!

The Ruins:

Toriel’s house:

Snowdin:

Waterfall:

Hotland:

I’d add more, but I can only use ten images per message. Sadly.

(Ignore the asymmetry of the Monster Candy room. I’ll fix it. It’s been even more blatantly asymmetrical, I tried to fix it but didn’t exactly get it to work 100%.)

Right now I’m building the “Cooking with a Killer Robot” room. After that, I’ll have to figure out what the hell to do with the elevators. That’s still easier than Waterfall was back then… but that’s a story for another time.

Wow! Really fantastic work, Minne. I can't imagine the dedication this takes. Jimmy and I never even made it to the Ender Dragon. Can't imagine we'd have ever had the drive for something this impressive.

Thank you for showing me.

[beardedmrbean]

Republican Minnesota state Sen. Justin Eichorn has been charged with attempted coercion and enticement of a minor, the U.S. Attorney's Office, District of Minnesota noted in a press release.

An affidavit signed by an FBI special agent details how Eichorn, who had actually been corresponding with law enforcement, allegedly arranged to pay for sex.

"Bloomington Police Department detectives communicated with the man who thought he was talking to a 17-year-old female. On March 17, a detective arranged to meet with the male at a location near the 8300 block of Normandale Avenue in Bloomington," a press release on the bloomingtonmn.gov website states.

"The male, identified as Justin David Eichorn, age 40, of Grand Rapids, Minn. was observed arriving in the area by pickup truck. Eichorn was arrested without incident outside of his vehicle by uniformed Bloomington Police Officers."

Fox News Digital reached out to Eichorn's office on Thursday to request a comment from the state lawmaker, but no comment was provided by publication time.

The affidavit notes that "the undercover law enforcement phone number received text messages from XXX-XXX-9711 (hereinafter, the Suspect). These texts included, ‘Hey [fictitious name] I saw your post and [sic] chance you are still available tonight?’ and later, ‘What’s a guy gota [sic]do to get with the hottest girl online tonight.’"

The suspect continued communication even after an undercover law enforcement officer posing as the girl said she was 17 years old.

The affidavit states that "after again inquiring about the undercover officer's age, the Suspect wrote, 'Ok will ya send me a naught pic of you to show me your real?'"

Other texts showed the suspect asking about pricing and setting up a meeting. 

Police found cash and an unopened condom in Eichorn's truck, the affidavit notes.

"As a 40-year-old man, if you come to the Orange Jumpsuit District looking to have sex with someone’s child, you can expect that we are going to lock you up," Bloomington Police Chief Booker Hodges said, according to the press release. 

"I have always advocated stiffer penalties for these types of offenses. The recent case involving Michael Gillis who was arrested in Bloomington is a prime example of why we need stronger penalties. We need our state legislature to take this case and this type of conduct more seriously."

Senate Republicans planned to move on Thursday morning to expel Eichorn from the state Senate, according to a Senate Republican statement provided to Fox News Digital by the caucus spokesperson.

"There is no question that these charges merit expulsion," Senate Republican Leader Mark Johnson noted. "We owe it to the public to hold our members to the highest standards, and this violation of the public trust is so severe we must act. It is my hope that this quick resolution gives Senator Eichorn time to focus on his family."