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hollowed-theory-hall · 3 months

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Harry Potter is Actually Really Clever

So often, I feel like Harry is underrated in his own series and I want to talk about how much I love Harry James Potter. Harry is my favorite character in the books and I want to showcase some moments of Harry proving the Sorting Hat knew what it was talking about when it comes to Harry possibly doing well in Slytherin and even Ravenclaw.

(I have more moments listed in my notes, and I'm in book 6 in my current reread, so I definitely am not covering everything)

Let's start then with the words of the Sorting Hat itself:

“Hmm,” said a small voice in his ear. “Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There’s talent, A my goodness, yes — and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that’s interesting….So where shall I put you?” Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slytherin, not Slytherin. “Not Slytherin, eh?” said the small voice. “Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that

(Philosopher's Stone, page 88)

The Hat says Harry is brave enough for Gryffindor, clever enough and talented enough for Ravenclaw and has the ambition and thirst to prove himself for Slytherin. And the hat isn't wrong about it's assessment of Harry. Harry is clever and talented and I so often find it underplayed in fics, or ones that do include it, acting like it's fanon characterization when it's really isn't.

Harry Potter is canonically a BAMF.

So, here I'm going to talk about his cleverness and give some moments of Harry being clever from the books.

(I'll have a different post for his magical prowess.)

Harry Has Brilliant Memory

So, Harry James Potter practically has close to an eidetic memory, and no one really seems to mention it.

An eidetic memory is described as an almost perfect recollection of images or events. And Harry actually shows himself as being very capable of it:

Angelina: “…Harry, didn’t you do something to your glasses to stop the rain fogging them up when we played Hufflepuff in that storm?” “Hermione did it,” said Harry. He pulled out his wand, tapped his glasses and said, “Impervius!”

(Order of the Phoenix, page 379)

In thus scene its raining during a Quidditch match and Angelina asks Harry about a spell he used a year before. Harry remembered that moment, remembered Hermione was actually the one who cast the spell, a spell he himself never cast before this moment, and he then casts it perfectly from memory.

Harry remembers the incantation and wand movement perfectly enough to succeed on his first try.

Actually, almost every time we see him cast spells he gets the wand movement and incantation right on the first try (even his first attempt at a patronus worked, the happy memory just wasn't strong enough)

In general, they moments we see Harry fail at casting spells on the first try is when he overthinks it and fails himself like that.

Harry stared at the letters in brackets. Nvbl . . . that had to mean “nonverbal.” Harry rather doubted he would be able to bring off this particular spell; he was still having difficulty with nonverbal spells, something Snape had been quick to comment on in every D.A.D.A. class. On the other hand, the Prince had proved a much more effective teacher than Snape so far. Pointing his wand at nothing in particular, he gave it an upward flick and said Levicorpus! inside his head. “Aaaaaaaargh!”

(Half-Blood Prince, page 239)

Harry tends to fail potions, and nonverbal spells when Snape is breathing down on him expecting him to fail, though, in this example, the moment Harry feels he can succeed the spell and isn't overthinking it, he casts it perfectly and nonverbally on the first attempt.

He is the same with potions:

Snape, meanwhile, seemed to have decided to act as though Harry were invisible. Harry was, of course, well used to this tactic, as it was one of Uncle Vernon’s favorites, and on the whole was grateful he had to suffer nothing worse. In fact, compared to what he usually had to endure from Snape in the way of taunts and snide remarks, he found the new approach something of an improvement and was pleased to find that when left well alone, he was able to concoct an Invigoration Draught quite easily. At the end of the lesson he scooped some of the potion into a flask, corked it, and took it up to Snape’s desk for marking, feeling that he might at last have scraped an E.

(Order of the Phoenix, page 660)

When Snape wasn't breathing down his neck and stressing him, even without the Half-Blood Prince's superior instructions, Harry is good at potions. He accomplishes the potion to a level of Exceeding Expectations easily. The problem is never his skill, memory, or talent; usually, it's stress, being stuck in his own head, or carelessness (did anyone diagnose him with ADHD?)

Another example of his eidetic memory in OOP:

“Well, you know, they do work well on non-magical wounds,” said Hermione fairly. “I suppose something in that snake’s venom dissolves them or something. . . . I wonder where the tearoom is?” “Fifth floor,” said Harry, remembering the sign over the Welcome Witch’s desk.

(Order of the Phoenix, page 508)

When Harry describes St. Mongos for the first time (about a week before the above scene) he reads a sign that describes what is located in each floor of the hospital.

A week later, without reading that sign again, Harry can recall where the tea room is since he has that sign he read once a week ago, memorized.

Harry is Sneaky

Harry is a proper sneaky slythein and actually has more cunning moments than some slytherins in the books. Here are a few examples I have from my notes:

“Should call Filch, I should, if something’s a-creeping around unseen.” Harry had a sudden idea. “Peeves,” he said, in a hoarse whisper, “the Bloody Baron has his own reasons for being invisible.” Peeves almost fell out of the air in shock.

(Philosopher's Stone, page 197)

Harry is a good liar and scared of Peeves like this in his first year.

“…He likes to keep in touch with me, though . . . keep up with my news . . . check if I’m happy. . . .” And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon’s face, Harry set off toward the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer than the last.

(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 435)

But their attitude had changed since they had found out that Harry had a dangerous murderer for a godfather — for Harry had conveniently forgotten to tell them that Sirius was innocent.

(Goblet of Fire, page 24)

Again, Harry lying and tricking the Dursleys so they won't hurt him. Leveling Sirius as a threat against them.

“Not unless you can answer my riddle. Answer on your first guess — I let you pass. Answer wrongly — I attack. Remain silent — I will let you walk away from me unscathed.”

[the riddle and Harry thinking through it]

“Spy . . . er . . . spy . . . er . . .” said Harry, pacing up and down. “A creature I wouldn’t want to kiss . . . a spider!” The sphinx smiled more broadly. She got up, stretched her front legs, and then moved aside for him to pass. “Thanks!” said Harry, and, amazed at his own brilliance, he dashed forward.

(Goblet of Fire, page 629)

I skipped the sphinx's riddle, now the riddle isn't a hard one, but still, Harry isn't stupid. But he thinks he is. He even tells himself during that scene:

Harry’s stomach slipped several notches. It was Hermione who was good at this sort of thing, not him. He weighed his chances. If the riddle was too hard, he could keep silent, get away from the sphinx unharmed, and try and find an alternative route to the center.

(Goblet of Fire, 629)

But it's just Harry and his low self-esteem. He solves the riddle quickly thinking aloud near the Sphinx and he does solve it, and is amazed by it because he doesn't think of himself as smart, even though he is.

Most of the riddles to the Ravenclaw common room are probably along this line of difficulty too. It just goes to show he isn't stupid.

“There,” she said, handing it to him. “Drink it before it gets cold, won’t you? Well, now, Mr. Potter . . . I thought we ought to have a little chat, after the distressing events of last night.” He said nothing. She settled herself back into her seat and waited. When several long moments had passed in silence, she said gaily, “You’re not drinking up!” He raised the cup to his lips and then, just as suddenly, lowered it. One of the horrible painted kittens behind Umbridge had great round blue eyes just like Mad-Eye Moody’s magical one, and it had just occurred to Harry what Mad-Eye would say if he ever heard that Harry had drunk anything offered by a known enemy. “What’s the matter?” said Umbridge, who was still watching him. “Do you want sugar?” “No,” said Harry. He raised the cup to his lips again and pretended to take a sip, though keeping his mouth tightly closed. Umbridge’s smile widened. “Good,” she whispered. “Very good. Now then . . .” She leaned forward a little. “Where is Albus Dumbledore?” “No idea,” said Harry promptly.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 630)

Harry is clever enough to recognize drinking anything Umbridge gives him is a bad idea, so he doesn't. And he does so without her realizing.

“even if you do cause a diversion, how is Harry supposed to talk to him?” “Umbridge’s office,” said Harry quietly. He had been thinking about it for a fortnight and could think of no alternative; Umbridge herself had told him that the only fire that was not being watched was her own. “Are — you — insane?” said Hermione in a hushed voice. Ron had lowered his leaflet on jobs in the cultivated fungus trade and was watching the conversation warily. “I don’t think so,” said Harry, shrugging. “And how are you going to get in there in the first place?” Harry was ready for this question. “Sirius’s knife,” he said. “Excuse me?” “Christmas before last Sirius gave me a knife that’ll open any lock,” said Harry. “So even if she’s bewitched the door so Alohomora won’t work, which I bet she has —”

(Order of the Phoenix, page 658)

Harry can and does strategies. He planned how to get into Umbeidge's office. He employed his friends and actually led them. Being a leader and a strategist — rules we see him grow more into later.

Harry’s mind was racing. The Death Eaters wanted this dusty spun-glass sphere. He had no interest in it. He just wanted to get them all out of this alive, make sure that none of his friends paid a terrible price for his stupidity . . . The woman stepped forward, away from her fellows, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had hollowed Bellatrix Lestrange’s face, making it gaunt and skull-like, but it was alive with a feverish, fanatical glow. “You need more persuasion?” she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Very well — take the smallest one,” she ordered the Death Eaters beside her. “Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I’ll do it.” Harry felt the others close in around Ginny. He stepped sideways so that he was right in front of her, the prophecy held up to his chest. “You’ll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us,” he told Bellatrix. “I don’t think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he?” She did not move; she merely stared at him, the tip of her tongue moistening her thin mouth. “So,” said Harry, “what kind of prophecy are we talking about anyway?” He could not think what to do but to keep talking. Neville’s arm was pressed against his, and he could feel him shaking. He could feel one of the other’s quickened breath on the back of his head. He was hoping they were all thinking hard about ways to get out of this, because his mind was blank.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 783)

This is a bit of a long quote, but I really like it. Harry gets the Death Eaters at an impasse because they can't destroy the prophecy. Then, when they threatened Ginny, he changed tactics and got them talking to buy time.

And even when he says his mind is blank:

“What?” whispered Hermione more urgently behind him. “Can this be?” said Malfoy, sounding maliciously delighted; some of the Death Eaters were laughing again, and under cover of their laughter, Harry hissed to Hermione, moving his lips as little as possible, “Smash shelves —”

...

“NOW!” yelled Harry. Five different voices behind him bellowed “REDUCTO!” Five curses flew in five different directions and the shelves opposite them exploded as they hit. The towering structure swayed as a hundred glass spheres burst apart

(Order of the Phoenix, pages 785-786 and 787)

He's still the one coming up with plans and pulling them out of there.

And if we look at his grades:

(Half-Blood Prince, page 102)

He is very far from failing academically. Actually considering how little studying Harry actually does, he receives very high grades, even for Hogwarts' abysmal education standards. Harry is naturally smart enough and talented enough that with the bare minimum of effort, he can get almost exclusively Es (his failing being in History, an exam he didn't finish, and Divination, which Harry has only been thought bullshit in).

Makes me wish we saw him put in an active effort. I bet it all would've been Os with his memory.

Even Potions, which Harry is supposedly bad at, he got an E...

I just... Harry is just really smart and it kind of frustrates me how I don't see enough fics that treat Harry being clever and with a cunning streak as if it's canon, even though it very much is.

I don't know, maybe I'm just reading the wrong fics...

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ramblingoak · 13 days

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Peanuts and Cracker Jacks

Secondo x Female Reader

Still lusting over Secondo in the ghaseball uniform so here's a sort of sequel to Sliding Home (which you don't have to read first) and some amazing art by @tasty-ribz. Happy late birthday Ribz! Love you bby 💙

Warnings: baseball talk, smutty fun in a locker room, nsfw 18+ only, mdni, 1600k words, not really beta read forgive me

“Why am I doing this again?”

“I told you,” You slapped his hands away when he reached up to adjust his ball cap. “It’s good pr, gets people curious about the chur–”

“You misunderstand. Why am I doing this again?” Secondo stood up and turned to look himself over in the mirror. “Couldn’t Terzo have taken a turn?”

“Well, I tried Terzo. Had Copia take him out onto the abbey grounds for a game of catch and everything.” When you were silent for a few moments Secondo turned your way with a raised eyebrow. “He, uh, broke one of the windows of Primo’s main greenhouse.”

“Ah. That’s why the old man was screaming the other day.”

“Yes. So that was a whole…thing. Imperator told me to send you again and well, here we are.”

You stood up with a flourish, your arms wide and a big smile on your face. It was clear Secondo wasn’t buying it. He clicked his tongue at you as he took a few steps closer.

“Imperator chose me, eh? Not her golden boy?”

“Copia was uh, busy. You know,” When Secondo closed the distance between you even further you gulped and started backing up. “Papa stuff.”

“Si, I do know of this ‘Papa stuff’.” He grinned when your back hit the wall and you let out a little yelp. “I think I know why I’m here and mio fratellino isn’t.”

“Terzo would’ve nailed someone in the head with a ball.”

“No, not him. Copia.”

“Copia was busy, as I said.”

“Wrong. Copia has been posting pictures of his rats on his private Instagram all morning.”

“Wait, he has a private Instagram? No one told me thi–”

Secondo’s finger on your lips shut you up. You couldn’t help but hold your breath as the man shifted even closer, one arm bracketing you. Like usual, having him so close overwhelmed your senses. His demeanor, his words, even his smell was pulling you in like always. You were absolutely enamored by him.

Especially with him in that uniform.

“I think, cara mia, that you asked Imperator to send me. Specifically.”

“That doesn’t seem like something I would do.”

Secondo flashed you a grin that had your stomach doing a little somersault. He leaned in close, his lips just barely flitting across your own before he moved them close to your ear, “You wanted to see me in this costume again.”

“It’s not a costume, it’s a uniform.” He snorted, the quick exhalation of breath on your ear making you jump. “And so what if I did,” Secondo pulled back far enough for you to see his face, an eyebrow once again raised as he regarded you. “Want to see you in this again? Is that so bad?”

“Non c’è male affatto. It’s bene. Good. But,” His lips were back on your ear, his body now pressing up against you. Your hands moved to grasp at the uniform top, your grip tightening when his tongue ran along the shell of your ear. “Next time just ask me, eh?”

You stumbled a bit when he abruptly backed away, your grip on his top the only thing keeping your wobbly legs from collapsing under you. There was a brisk knock at the door to the room and a voice called out that Secondo had ten minutes. He covered your hands with his, the black leather warm and soft like it always was. You suddenly felt like apologizing and opened your mouth to do so but he seemed to sense it. He shushed you while bringing your hands to his mouth and pressing kisses to each of your palms before letting them go and walking towards the door.

“Papa, wait!” He stopped and turned back towards you, his eyes darkening a bit when you began to slink his way. You reached towards him and straightened his sleeves, smoothing your hands down his chest next until your fingers rested on the buckle of his belt. “Mi dispiace, Papa. Shall I make it up to you?”

“If it pleases you.” His eyes focused on your mouth when you bit your bottom lip, your tongue immediately peeking out to soothe the sting. “It would certainly please me.”

“Let’s make it interesting. How about I reward you based on how you do out there?”

“How I do?”

“Yes,” You ran your hands back up his chest to rest on his broad shoulders. “Let’s say if you go out there and completely screw up you’ll only get a kiss.”

To demonstrate, and because you really wanted to kiss him, you pressed your lips to his, quickly pulling away when he tried to deepen it.

“Or?”

“Or, you could get the ball close to home plate and earn some kisses down here.” Secondo groaned when your hand massaged his cock through his pants. You were quick, not wanting to get him too riled up so he couldn’t even walk out there. His growl when you let go of him had you smiling and reaching up to kiss the tip of his nose. “Does that sound fair so far?”

“I suppose.” When another brisk knock and shout for Papa came at the door again you winked and pulled away. “What do I get if I throw it across the plate? A strike, yes?”

“If you manage a strike, Papa, I’ll let you do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

You stared at each other for a handful of seconds, both of you breathing a little heavier. Secondo was the first to break eye contact, swiftly turning and striding towards the door. When he yanked it open he looked back your way, a small smirk playing at his lips. The stadium assistant trying to usher him onto the field was making worried noises but Secondo ignored him.

“Be ready.”

With that he turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him. You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding and sank down to sit on a bench. The distant roar of the crowd had you smiling and you began to pick some lint off your top.

“Play ball.”

“I don’t fucking believe it. Oh, oh right there.”

His thumb circled your clit again while two of his fingers curled inside of you, dragging along the spot that had you grinding down into them. Your clothes were already soaked from the warm water of the shower, sticking to both of you. Secondo’s cap was on the floor somewhere, along with his belt and your shoes. You couldn’t bring yourself to care that you didn’t have a change of clothes to leave the stadium in. All you cared about was that he kept doing that.

“What’s not to believe?” He pulled back far enough so he could take one of your breasts in hand, thumbing at your nipple through your top. “Didn’t think I could throw a strike?”

“No, no I did—oh, yes. Yes, please.”

“Which is it, dolcezza? No?” He smiled, tilting his head as he watched you lose your mind. “Or yes?”

“Yes, you bast–ah!”

Two fingers inside of you became three and he started to pump them in and out of you faster. Even over the falling water you swore you could hear them move through your wetness. In truth you had been wet all damn morning, the anticipation of seeing him in the baseball uniform again was too much. Your head fell back against the wall with a thunk and you watched him through half-lidded eyes. He looked equally a mess as you, the paint running down his face and disappearing down his neck. When he caught you looking he grinned and you were glad the wall was there to help hold you up.

“I’ve been practicing. Knowing you as I do I figured it was only a matter of time before you’d drag me to one of these stupid games again.”

“Baseball isn’t, ah fuck, stupid.”

“Demanding souvenirs and singing that stupid song about pretzels and Cracker Jacks.”

“It’s peanuts and Cracker Jacks you absolute snob–fuck, Papa please. I can’t—”

“You can. You can take this, my fingers fucking you.” He moved in close, the water dripping off his head onto yours, streaking your hair and face in black and white. “You’ll come on my fingers and then you’ll get on your knees and suck my cock.” He was grinning when you looked up at him sharply. “Whatever I wanted, remember?”

“Y-yes.”

“Bene. Molto bene.” He gripped your chin and dragged a thumb across your lips. “I want to come inside your pretty mouth before I come inside your cunt.”

His words coupled with his fingers knowing exactly what you needed had you coming almost immediately. The orgasm rippled through your body and you clung to him as his fingers continued to move inside of you, slower and slower. The water continued to beat down on you both as you took a few moments to collect yourself, eventually looking up to meet his eyes and to see him grinning once more.

“What is it?”

“On your knees, dolcezza.”

You took a quick breath and then obediently dropped, wincing when your knees touched the tile. When you glanced down to his belt quickly Secondo nodded and you went to work undoing it and opening his pants. His thick cock sprang forward, eager for your mouth. As your lips began to close around him he rested his hands on your head, stopping you from going any further. Confused, you pulled away, looking back up at him.

“Papa?”

“Just trying to think of the phrase. Ah,” He bit at his bottom lip like he was trying to hold in a laugh. You huffed, narrowing your eyes because you knew what he was going to say and you both loved and hated him for it. “Play ball.”

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formosusiniquis · 1 year

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There's something about the idea that every adult that spends more than ten minutes alone with Steve Harrington is instantly enamored with him

The King Steve era house parties don't get broken up by the cops anymore. Steve is too far from his nearest neighbors for a noise complaint and the cops who would do it like Steve. They know they don't have to worry about any underage drinking and driving incidents after a Steve Harrington party because anyone who doesn't have a DD just crashes at the Harrington place, it's not like they have to worry about getting out of there before his parents get home.

His teachers can't help but let certain things slide. Excusing a middle school Steve's tardiness, the Harrington house is such a long bike ride away from the school and the bus route doesn't reach the grounds of Loch Nora. High School Steve's grades are average at best and his attention drifts, but his questions if poorly worded are insightful at heart and if you catch him away from the friends he tries too hard to keep he's polite and willing to spend time discussing his school work. By senior year they're excusing his tardiness again, they all know he has to swing by the middle school on his way over; and his forgetfulness too, two concussions in as many years it's a wonder he's not worse.

Joyce Byers, who by all accounts should hate this boy who fought her son and belittled her family, already has a snag in her armor thinking about a little boy who used to bike to Melvalds all alone for more milk and the sugar dusted cereal his mother didn't like him to have. Has her walls damaged by Jonathan coming home with a Christmas present they both know Nancy Wheeler even in her middle class glory couldn't afford. Has the adoption papers ready to be notarized when that same little boy, just a little bit bigger, offers to cart her Will around town since he knows she and Jon are busy and he has nothing better to do; really, and Will is the only one that ever says please or thank you.

Hopper, who largely left the everyday police work to the other officers, didn't interact with Steve much until the Upside Down business started. He's ready to add Harrington to the list of kids he'd die to protect the second the bloodstained boy cracks open a bleary eye from the Byers' sofa. Concussed and happy for it since it meant the youngest ones were safe.

Claudia Henderson has decided that the law has little to do with family. She's seen too many young men in the hospital grieving loved ones they can't see while parents who don't care make decisions for the dying. Steve Harrington is hers now has been since he did her Dusty's hair. The Sinclairs only let Erica roam the mall on her own on days they know Steve is working. They know no matter what Erica and Lucas promise the two of them aren't staying together. There's something rotten in Hawkins, and the kids don't whisper as quietly as they think they do. They know there's something they are missing, but they don't need to know everything to know they can trust the boy who put himself bodily in front of their child to protect him. Karen still occasionally mourns the loss of Steve as a son-in-law but the fact that he still drives Mike around even on his surliest days, she couldn't ask for more.

Wayne Munson lasted the longest. A product of night shifts and a powerful wariness around anyone whose tax bracket exceeds his by more than one jump. But he knows the kind of skittish that Steve is, remembers an eight year old boy with eyes he hadn't grown into who used to skitter away from a sharp tongue or raised hand just the same. Even then all it takes is sitting next to Steve on a rare night off, the game fuzzing in and out on the TV, listening to him softly explain the rules of it all to his boy relating it back to the ones of that dragon game Eddie likes so much and he's gone. Steve's a hard worker, a wage slave as much as Wayne these days, seems wrong to begrudge him just cause the house he's kept at is a little bigger than theirs. There are worse boys to have as future in-laws, even if he is a Cubs fan.

The only person who doesn't seem to get the memo is Richard Harrington. So rarely around his own son he isn't swept up in the charm. Richard and Stephanie Harrington make their way back to Hawkins, unannounced on a Tuesday. The sleepy morning hours are still lingering when they make their way into the house, through the foyer, and onto the kitchen; following the sounds of crooning oldies. Richard has long thought his son a disappointment, too lazy to get into college and too spoiled to leave home, catching him dancing around the kitchen like a fairy with some trailer trash punk is really the last straw. He lets the wife he wishes he didn't have make some asinine comment to this freak that's in his kitchen, and turns to the child he never wanted to say, "I want you out, I won't have a queer living under my roof."

Stephanie and that long haired bastard both rear back like they've been slapped. While Richard is forced to watch as the son he's neglected straightens up, every ounce the man every other adult on Hawkins has watched him become, look him in the eye and say, "It's not your house, it never was. Grandpa Otis left it to me. So if you've got a problem with me or my fucking boyfriend, you can get out of my house. Looks like you're already packed."

That empty house gets emptier as Richard, alone, takes the furniture he paid for and the clothes that lingered in the closet; but it's quickly filled with the hand-me-downs of everyone who has ever fallen for that Harrington charm. They're all too happy to help Steve fill what's his.

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misrepresentedmorallygrey · 2 months

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#misrepresented morally grey #bracket b #did everything wrong bracket #batman #talia al ghul #ace attorney #manfred von karma

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badass-queer-couples-battle · 7 months

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Gay wrongs tournament, round one of the major bracket

Propaganda:

For Nandor and Guillermo:

I feel like accessory to murder and cause of the murder counts, right?

Classic vampire/human who wants to be a vampire except there's an understanding in the show of how messed up that is, down to Guillermo helping chop up the bodies of Nandor's victims to hide them for him. Then there's the added wrinkle of Guillermo finding out he's a vampire hunter by blood and actually very good at killing vampires. There is more than one incredibly erotically charged scene with Guillermo holding a stake to Nandor's chest. Their dynamic is fantastically complex, from Guillermo starting as Nandor's somewhat disgruntled servant to him besting the vampire in combat and becoming his bodyguard, to Guillermo getting tired of waiting and getting another vampire to turn him leading to a long jealousy arc culminating in Nandor nearly killing him... there's just so much going on with these two. Nandor flew to space just to impress Guillermo. They do a number of heinous things to humans and vampires alike, but through it all they are so in love and so rich with pining. One of these days they'll kiss, I'm sure of it. It's just a monumental slow burn with many vampiric atrocities along the way.

They aren't romantically canon yet, but dear lord. Both are canon queer, Guillermo is specifically gay while nandor is mentioned to be pansexual in interviews. Yeah they are everything and nothing. They fought and can kill eachother but they literally can't do it emotionally. Also forbidden love trope, vampire x vampire slayer /familiar/ body gaurd / best man. They make me unwell.

For John and Jack:

So, they both are literal murders. One of them is a little bit more insane than the other. Okay, the little bit part is not right, totally insane that is John, yes. But gonna love him though. He had been in rehab for alcohol, drugs, sex and murder. Don't kiss him, he might be wearing poisoning lipstick. They are canon mlm. They had been stuck in a two week time loop for five years, which was like leading a married life for them. They didn't actually marry, but they were partners, both in business and sexually. They worked together for an time agency. Then Jack's memories of two years were erased and he left. He went into independent self deployment, doing scams using his knowledge of future events. After that he build an alien hunting institute in Cardiff, Wales. When John and Jack see eachother again after years, you don't know whether they will they kiss or fight. They do both. Did I tell you that along this story Jack became an inmortal who can't stay dead? No matter how or how often he dies or is killed, he keeps coming back to life. This is all very scraping on the surface, but oh boy, would it be at least a novella to describe them.

They worked together in the Time Agency where they did horrible things to the extent where Jack had two years of his memory stolen so that he couldn’t know what he’d done. They were also in a time loop together for five years where they canonically thought of each other as the wife (John was a good wife :3), and were basically married. Then they had a divorce arc and they both separately went rogue from the Agency to become conmen, although they still worked together/clashed on occasions, always still with that spark of passion. “Frenemies with benefits” Jack called them once, although John preferred “my lover, my rival, my nemesis and destiny. And bane of my bloody life.” Canon finds us where Jack has tried to reform and be a better person, but John is still chasing cons, and all he wants to do is bring Jack back to the stars with him, back to the crime and the glitter of the galaxies (it doesn’t work and he shoves Jack off a building but Jack got himself immortal so he’s fine <3) anyway I am very normal about them xoxo

In John's introduction to the series he shows up on a roof where some guy is mugging someone, grabs him by the throat and dangles him over the edge of the building while this guy begs for his life before dropping him just because he felt like it. When John and Jack interact for the first time in the show there's a super cool guitar riff, very evil western vibes, they walk up to each other, look deeply into each other's eyes, make out, then start throwing punches to Blur's Song 2. In one of the audio dramas we're told about various times where these two conned people, stole a bunch of money and gold and gems and stuff, then had sex with whoever it is they conned before (sometimes) killing them. When Jack devided he was done and left John to die John escaped and married the queen of England (Victoria) then locked Jack up somewhere to take his life force and live forever, destroying the timeline in the process. John has tried to kill all of Jack's friends at least twice to have him all to himself. He found Jack's long lost brother and when the brother turned out to be a terrible person with a vendetta against Jack John did everything he could to save Jack. Their relationship is canon but very one-sided most of the time

just this video

#gay wrongs tournament round 1 #wwdits #torchwood #what we do in the shadows #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #john hart #jack harkness

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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

#minnie 🌷#seventeen oc #seventeen 14th member #seventeen imagines #seventeen #kpop oc

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bitcell · 2 months

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hey guys, i don’t want to bring twitter drama here, but i thought it would be good to give some context as to why the brazilian fanbase is so upset at quackity’s statement from yesterday and how quackity’s fanbase directly impacted cellbit’s personal life.

before anything i would like to make it clear that everything that i’m saying is talking about quackity’s fanbase and not quackity himself, although at the end it will go back to him, but not because of something he did, and instead of something he didn’t.

everything starts at the streamer award nominations. we’ve known for years and years that people turn into their worst selves when an award is involved and someone they like is nominated, so obviously there was some tension between quackity’s fanbase with cellbit’s (since they’re “the biggest rival” in the bracket quackity is nominated). in an attempt to ruin cellbit’s reputation, and therefore his chances of winning, they decided to bring back a very old and known topic about cellbit’s past, trying to replicate what happened with forever (when the cases are not similar in the slightest), they were trying to get hashtags trending, @’ing quackity studios to kick him out of the project, basically doing anything they could to spread false information or the lack of it, not aware of the results this action would have.

so as you have all probably read cellbit’s pdf, he was a victim himself, was taken out of the closet, while having to share extremely detailed and traumatic experiences of his personal life.

so when quackity went on stream yesterday and talked mainly about the qsmp being a project to unite people and that people who were doing that kind of thing were “external people outside of this project who don't even consume QSMP, whose only goal is to destabilize and divide the QSMP community”, he was slightly wrong, because although he may not consider the people who did that as part of his community, if you go through the screenshots and the tag/mentions of the day it happened, almost all of them are part of patitotwt. so the least brazilians expected was for quackity to really tell them what they did was wrong and talk directly to his fanbase, since they were being xenophobic to brazilians as well.

unfortunately when you’re the head of a project and you put your name on it, you put yourself on the spotlight and you have to deal with the consequences by owning up to things you probably wouldn’t have in other instances.

what quackity did yesterday was not directly point out the problem, but talk in a general vague way and that was not what we wanted, because if you don’t reach out to those people in a clear way, they’re never gonna stop and the problem lies at the fact that they will do anything (because they’re not in their right state of mind) to put down anyone who they see as a threat on their way.

we know quackity is known for not talking or addressing drama surrounding his fanbase, but once again, i go back to the point i made previously, when you stamp your name on a project, you have a responsibility bigger than anyone else to deal with the problems along with it.

#this is in no way trying to bring negativity or hatred to quackity #i just wanted to make sure everyone knows why people are so upset #cellbit #discourse //

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mochegato · 9 months

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On a Wing and a Prayer

Marinette knew she shouldn’t have chosen that seat. Okay, no, she hadn’t known it then, but she did now. At the time, if she wanted food from the only place still serving food in the airport, it was the choice between a man who clearly did not want people near him, hunched over his food, arms bracketing his plate like he was expecting someone to steal it at any moment, eying people passing by suspiciously; and a man with an open posture and smile, making polite conversation with the person next to him. The choice was obvious really… obviously wrong. She was sure the Scary Guy would have been fine as long as she left him alone, which is what she wished this man would do for her.

Instead, he had been hitting on her shamelessly and tactlessly for the past ten minutes and if her food didn’t arrive in the next ten seconds, she was going to scream. “Hey, do you know anything about phones?”

Marinette blinked at him. That almost sounded innocent except for the devious glint in his eyes when he said it. “A bit…” she said apprehensively. She’d fixed her parents’ phones a few times when they’d had problems and damn her, she still hated lying, or she would have just said no and left without her food.

“Oh great!” he exclaimed and she knew at that moment she should have lied. “Because I think there’s something wrong with mine.” He slid his phone over to her, open to the contacts page. “It doesn’t have your phone number in it.”

The grin he was giving her clearly indicated he thought his comment was brilliant. Her eyebrows, however, could barely get any higher or her jaw any lower. It took a few seconds longer than she wanted to admit to close her mouth and start to formulate a response. “Oh…” she started but luckily, she was interrupted at just the perfect moment by the waiter bringing her food. “Oh, thank you so much,” she rushed out. “I’m afraid of missing my flight, can I get the check, please?”

“Of course,” the waiter smiled and laid the receipt in front of her. Marinette reached for it, but the man picked it up first. “Let me get that for you,” he insisted with a hopeful smile.

“Oh, no. That’s okay. I appreciate it, but I can…” she started and reached for the receipt, but he quickly held it out of her reach and cut her off.

“I insist. It’s the least I can do. It’s not a problem at all. I can cover it,” he leaned in with a debonair grin, like he was sharing a secret with her.

Marinette let out a breath as she leaned away from him and pasted on a smile that she only kind of hoped didn’t look as strained as it felt. “Thank you. That’s really very… thoughtful of you,” she finished. “I’m sorry, I just have to… do… something before my flight,” she rushed out as she threw her bag over her shoulder and grabbed her food and drink. “It was really… nice meeting you,” she threw out and instantly cringed. Did it count as a lie if it was just what you said in polite society?

He stood up to help her, but she already had everything so instead, he stood by her awkwardly. “Yeah. It was really nice meeting you too. Maybe we can continue this conversation later?”

Marinette gave him a tight smile. “Yeah, maybe. Now, sorry, I really have to go.”

“Right. Bye,” he waved at her back and sat back down watching her as she ducked into the women’s bathroom.

The moment she rounded the corner, Marinette slunk down the wall, her bag dropped to the ground next to her with a slap that resonated throughout the bathroom. She let her head fall back against the wall with a long, heavy sigh. She could only pray that guy was not on her flight, because she did not want to have to spend another minute with him, either on the plane or in Star City.

The airport she could handle, she could just hide out in the bathroom until it was time to board. Not the bravest move she’d ever made, but effective. It was just ten minutes to boarding and then if she waited until the last minute to get on board, her exposure was almost zero. It was a foolproof plan.

She crossed her legs on the floor and got her food out. Not the worst place she’d eaten and definitely preferrable to eating with the guy who’s name she couldn’t remember to save her life.

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She had not thought this through. Or rather, she had, and her plan was successful. The task had been successfully failed. She had stayed in the bathroom until the final boarding for her flight and had not seen the man again. No, the problem was it was a no-win situation. There was no safe plan, so it didn’t matter how much she thought it through. She was left exposed no matter what she would have done, because, despite her most ardent prayers and offering of her dessert to Tikki, the man was on her flight. Her completely full flight, with no assigned or empty seats, if the announcement she just heard was to be believed.

She was now the last person to get onto the plane and completely subject to the other passengers’ decisions, a realization that struck straight to her core as she watched the seats slowly fill up in front of her until there were only two seats left. In an eerie replay of her earlier scenario, the two seats left were next to Scary Guy and Smiley Guy from earlier.

Selfishly, she silently urged the person in front of her to make the same mistake she had made earlier and just as silently rejoiced when they did. She flitted by as quickly as possible saying another little prayer he wouldn’t notice her now or at any point during the flight, and jumped into the seat next to Scary Guy with a loud sigh of relief before they could change their mind. The intimidating exterior that had worked against her earlier, played in her favor now, leaving the spot next to the man open. Maybe her luck was turning around, and she’d be able to have a peaceful, quiet, flirt free flight. She said a silent prayer that was exactly what she got.

The thought quickly disappeared as she stood and looked for a place to put her bag, but all the overhead compartments were stuffed. She eyed the space under the seat in front of her assessing the size and comparing it to her bag. Her bag was smaller than a normal carryon, everything having gotten shoved into her bag on her way out the door in a rush to get to the airport at the last minute. It might be able to fit… She quirked her head to the side with a dissatisfied hum.

“There’s more space under the seat in front of me, if you’d like to use it,” Scary Guy offered with a loud huff.

She blinked at him, the words not quite registering. “What?”

“Your bag’s never going to fit in that section. The aisle seats always have smaller areas under them. I just have my bag up there,” he motioned above them and shrugged. “I’m not using this space. It’s no big deal for me.”

“Oh that… are you sure? It takes away your legroom. This flight isn’t short, and neither are you,” she rushed out uncertainly, rushed out before her mind was able to process what she wanted to say. Her cheeks heated up as soon as she realized what she said. “Sorry, that…”

“Was funny,” he finished for her with a chuckle and a disarming smile that softened his whole face. “It isn’t and I’m not, but I don’t mind,” he shrugged.

Marinette looked back and forth between him and the space and even the person next to him a few times before looking back at him with a shrewd look. “How about we switch seats instead? I can sit in the middle seat, and you can have the aisle, which should give you more leg room anyway.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “I didn’t think you were with the person next to you, and I thought they might… um… appreciate some more space too,” she added nervously, offering an explanation he didn’t ask for.

He huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “I can do that. If you’re sure you don’t mind sitting in the middle. I know most people don’t like it.” He waited until she nodded before standing. Marinette barely contained her gasp at how, even hunched over to avoid the bulkhead and roof of the plane, he still towered over her. He moved past her with an ease she would never have associated with someone his size, with only the barest of brushes against her arm as he moved. Her cheeks flushed at the contact and his apologetic smile. “Sorry, not much room,” he mumbled.

“No, that’s… you’re okay,” she murmured back shyly. She quickly eased into the middle seat and turned away to keep from staring at him or from him seeing her cheeks. She pulled her tablet and phone out before shoving her bag under the seat, breathing a sigh of relief as her bag slid easily into place. “Thank you so much again.”

“I should be thanking you. This is much better.” He stretched his legs out into the aisle as the plane taxied into position and let out a louder than necessary sigh. She giggled and turned on her tablet and Jagged’s latest unreleased album, letting his guttural tones lull her into a creative daze.

She didn’t know how long she stayed in the daze, but she had already sketched out two options for the cover, the current one her favorite by far, by the time she became aware of the area around her again, just in time to notice Scary Guy chuckling, vibrating the entire row of seats, which, she realized must have been what brought her out of her stupor. It was then she noticed to her mortification that she’d been shimmying in her seat to the song and the more she thought about it, she realized she had also been mouthing the words to the song.

She clenched her eyes closed while her cheeks flushed yet again, much deeper that time, and let out a tiny whimper. Her eyes flew open when his voice sounded deep and resonating, close to her ear. “That’s really cool looking,” he noted, leaning into her space slightly to get a better look. “What’s the inspiration?” He looked up questioningly but immediately backed up, the tension in his muscles increasing proportionally to the amount of space he put between them. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

She covered the drawing slightly. “No, it’s okay. Um, thanks. It’s… I’m… uh…” she paused as she tried to figure out how to phrase it so she wasn’t lying or being standoffish or divulging too much, which would nullify her contract with Jagged. Not that he would care, but Bob Ross would. In fact, she wouldn’t put it past him to have sent a corporate spy to try to trick her, then steal her idea and use it himself. Not that she thought Scary Guy was a corporate spy, but it was still best to be safe. “I’m listening to this album and getting inspired by it.”

His tension had eased away at her assurance. “Whatever the album is, it must be really inspiring.” He examined the image. “What is it… if you don’t mind me asking.”

She studied his face intently for a few seconds trying to decide if she’d been wrong and he really was a spy, but she saw nothing but earnest interest. “It’s Jagged Stone,” she said carefully.

“I love Jagged Stone!” he grinned, his whole face brightening, all vestiges of intimidation dropping with the appearance of dimples. ‘Scary Guy’ didn’t seem like an appropriate moniker when his face was lit up like that. “Rock Giant was my favorite album.”

She grinned back. “I loved that one! But I’m a bit partial.”

He cocked his head to the side, his smile never leaving his face. “Why is that?”

Marinette’s eyes widened minusculely and her smile strained. “He made that one in Paris, which is where I’m from. He also has a song about Ladybug, one of our heroes,” she answered quickly. It was all true, factually. Not the answer to his question, but true.

He nodded. “That was a good one. One of my favorite songs and one of my favorite superheroes. She was a complete badass. Right up there with Wonder Woman.”

Marinette looked down to cover the vivid flush to her cheeks and bashful smile. She ran her hands over her arms to expel some of the energy that flushed her system at the compliment, without looking suspicious. And to be compared to Wonder Woman! It was possibly the best compliment she’d ever received.

“I get chills talking about Ladybug and Wonder Woman too,” he teased.

Marinette snorted and shook her head. “This trip was very last minute, like I didn’t know about it an hour before, last minute. So, I packed at the last second and somehow forgot to pack a hoodie,” she explained. Again, it was factually correct, just not really related to the chills as he’d assumed. “Which is absolutely ridiculous, because I always have something. I’m always cold. My friends will be in shorts and sleeveless tops and I’ll be in slacks and a jacket. And usually, it wouldn’t even be an issue, because I’d just steal one of my friends’, but J… the person I’m meeting never wears hoodies so I’m going to have to buy one or something.”

Jason sighed dramatically. “That’s one of the drawbacks of being… not short,” he grinned as he threw her words back at her. “I don’t get to steal anyone else’s hoodies, but my brothers all steal mine. I’m always missing mine. I go to put one on and can’t find any, then my brother will just waltz by in my hoodie. I have to tackle him to get it back.”

She barked out a laugh and immediately shrunk back when people around them shot her a look. She cleared her throat and continued much quieter. “And are you successful?”

“Of course,” he scoffed and puffed out his chest, throwing her a look as he did. “What do you take me for? The hoodie might get destroyed in the process, but I get it back. I wish it meant he learned not to steal my stuff, but it never does. Not even for a few days.”

“Ahh, the joy of siblings. I always wanted some. I just have to settle for tormenting and stealing from my friends,” she laughed.

“Yeah, you have the sibling experience then,” he chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “They take everything! I have to hide my keys, keep my coffee in my hand the entire time, loom over my plate to keep them from stealing my food… I have to raid their rooms periodically to get my stuff back.”

“They steal your coffee?” Marinette gasped louder than she meant to, again drawing attention from the people around them, this time unnoticed, and drew her hand to her chest theatrically. “It should be illegal to mess with someone’s caffeine.”

“Oh God,” he whined as he threw his head back, eyes clenched dramatically. “You sound like my brother. Next thing I know, you’re going to be stealing my hoodies.”

She pouted deeply enough to be clear she was teasing, but her eyes were a bit tense. “Well, that doesn’t sound like a good thing. I might get tackled.”

“I promise you’re safe,” he offered, his own voice a bit tense. He only relaxed back into his seat when she smiled shyly.

“So, what I’m hearing is you have a hoodie I can steal and you won’t do anything about it,” she teased. Her shy smile widened when he snickered and shot her a roguish smile. He opened his mouth to respond but she cut in before he could. “Oh no,” she muttered under her breath. She tried to meld into the background, a rather pointless endeavor on the very packed, small, confined plane, but she still attempted it. She was considerably smaller than Scary Guy, maybe she could hide behind him? She groaned realizing it was useless. Smiley Guy had already seen her. There was no hiding in the bathroom this time.

“You okay?” Scary Guy asked just as quietly. Her futile attempt to hide having brought her close enough for him to speak in a whisper without having to move closer, but he did anyway. His eyes darted around and quickly settled on the man making his way toward them. “He a problem?”

“Just fine,” she grumbled, bracing herself, “didn’t you know, we’re moments away from falling in love. At least according to him.”

He snickered at her tone. “And according to you?”

“I’ve rarely been less in love with someone,” she drawled. “And I’ve met actual supervillains.” He snickered again but adjusted his position so he was blocking more of the access to her without looking obvious. She narrowed her eyes playfully at his enjoyment of her situation but took note of his move.

“There you are, kitten,” Smiley Guy crooned, missing the way she bristled at the name. He leaned casually against the aisle seat of the row in front of her, taking up the entire aisle as he popped his legs out to cross them at the ankle. “This must be fate bringing us together again.”

“There is absolutely no way I’ve pissed fate off enough for that,” she muttered under her breath, low enough that only Scary Guy could hear her, smirking at her comment, but hiding his face from Smiley Guy. Though it appeared that she must have pissed someone off because each and every prayer so far had been ignored. She forced a curt smile for Smiley Guy. “Hello again.”

His grin widened into something almost predatory. He flicked his eyes over to Jason for just a second before focusing back on Marinette. “Hey, sport, we were having a conversation earlier that we’d like to continue. Do you mind switching seats with me?”

“Actually,” Marinette answered for him, “He and I,” she motioned between herself and Scary Guy, “were having a very interesting conversation about music and families that I was hoping to continue.”

“Surely not as interesting as ours was. We had something,” he pouted slightly at her.

“Yeah, a hostage situation,” Jason scoffed.

The man’s façade dropped instantly, replaced with a harsh glare at Jason. “I don’t believe this involves you, skippy,” he sniped.

“It involves me,” Marinette growled. Making her uncomfortable is one thing but Not so Scary Guy had done nothing to deserve his ire. She leaned forward to try to keep the entire plan from overhearing their conversation. “And I said I am satisfied with the seating arrangement as it is.”

He snapped his eyes to her, something flashed in his eyes and his grin faltered for just a second before he recovered it. “Come on, baby,” he cooed as he reached out to graze his finger along her hair.

She jerked back at the same time Not so Scary Guy stood, both moving before Smiley Guy could make contact. Not so Scary Guy rose with such speed Smiley Guy jumped back in surprise, falling into the passengers in the row behind him, causing a loud squawk of objection that attracted the flight attendant’s attention. Not so Scary Guy nodded to them quickly and returned his attention to Smiley Guy. “I believe she said she was satisfied where she was,” Scary Guy gritted out, fully reverting back to earning his moniker. He towered over the man, having to hunch over to keep from hitting the roof of the plane even after angling himself toward the highest point.

Smiley Guy’s face paled so rapidly; Marinette was worried he might pass out. He looked between the two of them a few times before scowling harshly. “She’s not even worth it anyway,” he scoffed before beating a hasty retreat.

Scary Guy growled at his retreating form. He watched him until Smiley Guy sat back down in his seat, only then relaxing his frame and turning to open the overhead compartment. “Thank you,” Marinette said loud enough for him to hear.

He grabbed something out of the compartment and sat back down with a shrug. “No problem. I hate guys like that.”

She studied him carefully. “Were you really going to fight him? On the plane?”

He snickered, instantly returning to the Not so Scary Guy she’d started to appreciate. “No. I was just getting up to get this for you,” he said innocently as he handed her the object he’d grabbed. Marinette raised a skeptical eyebrow at him, accompanying a flat, unimpressed look. He shrugged as casually as he could manage, but his devilish smile eradicated any semblance of innocence. “I thought you could use it,” he explained craftily.

She hummed unconvinced but grudgingly dragged her eyes from him to the object. Her eyes widened immediately and shot to him questioningly. He eyed her cautiously for a few seconds. “You said you were cold,” he explained, his tone and expression much softer. “And I thought you wouldn’t have to steal it if I handed it over. It might be a bit big,” he added with a quiet smirk when she had unfolded his hoodie and held it up against her body.

“A bit?” she asked with a laugh. Her chuckle quickly turned into a pout at the snicker he unsuccessfully hid when she put on the hoodie and the sleeves hung long past her hands. She rolled her eyes and pushed up the sleeves.

“And, I wouldn’t start a fight on a plane… well, not this kind anyway,” he added with a shrug. “It wouldn’t end well for anyone here, especially you. And I’ve found,” he leaned in closer like he was telling her a secret, “guys like that are all bark and no bite. You bark back and they back off.”

She hummed and tried not to breathe in too deeply or she’d get distracted by his scent. “I’ve found that too. But I’m a bit smaller than you,” she pursed her lips at seeing the way his body shook containing his laughter. She moved her hand to wave him off, but the excess fabric slung out and slapped him on the chest, which changed his silent laughter to full blown laughter. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, attempting to look upset, but her lips didn’t receive the message, turning up at the corners.

The more she pouted, the more he laughed, which made her pout more, or at least attempt to, she still couldn’t get her lips to cooperate, until they were both trying to contain their laughter to keep from disturbing the people around them. “No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please continue,” he finally gasped out.

She narrowed her eyes at him playfully but obliged. “As I was saying,” she eyed him pointedly and ignored his smirk, “I’m smaller than you so I have to bark a bit louder.”

“I can imagine that’s quite the frightening sight,” he nodded solemnly, the trace of a smirk still on his lips.

“It is, thank you very much,” she agreed, jutting her chin into the air proudly.

He eased back into his seat with a chuckle, his fond gaze never leaving her, but suddenly sat forward. “Just don’t try it in Star City, yeah? The rogues are all bite… except Pinball Wizard,” he added with a smirk. “Him you can bark at.”

Marinette giggled. “Pinball Wizard? Really?”

He grinned at her incredulous look. “Yeah. Shoots pinballs, you know those little balls from pinball machines? He shoots those at people. Not as sad as Rainbow Archer though,” he said it casually, but watched her from the corner of his eye to watch her reaction.

Marinette blinked at him. “Rainbow… Archer…” she said slowly. “Come on, someone named Rainbow can’t be sad or mean,” she claimed hopefully. “Does he shoot rainbows? At them or produce them somehow? Or is he just very supportive of LGBT?”

“I don’t think he supports anything but concussions,” he snorted, subconsciously rubbing his bicep. “Not really sure where the name came from, honestly.”

“I want to make fun of your villains, but we had Bubbler, and he was one of the better ones, so…” she shrugged. She grimaced at the memory of Nino.

“Not mine,” he corrected. “I’m just visiting a friend. I visit a lot, it’s like a second home, but I make no claims to their rogues.” He gave her a knowing look. “Our rogues in Gotham are much more serious.”

Marinette giggled and looked down shyly. She looked up to ask something else but before she could say anything, an announcement came over the speakers that they were making their descent. She smiled softly and him and sat back in her seat as they landed, all her courage suddenly leaving her.

She waited until they had landed and taxied to their gate before her courage found her again. “Any recommendations on things I should do in Star City?” she asked as the seats ahead of them started to empty. She anxiously pushed some hair behind her ear more to give her hands something to do than because it was bothering her. “Other than barking at minor rogues? Or are you only familiar with the criminals?” she teased.

He grinned brightly. “Yeah, a few. I could take you around, if you’d like?”

“I would love that,” Marinette grinned. Her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh,” she scrambled to get her phone back out. “Here,” she said as she handed it over. She watched as he put his name and number in, examining it even closer when he handed it back. “Jason,” she said deliberately, letting the name roll in her mouth, enjoying the way it felt to say. “It’s nice to meet you, Jason. I’m Marinette.”

“Marinette,” Jason repeated in the same tone, finding it just slightly difficult to fully articulate with a broad smile. “Beautiful name. It suits you,” he said quietly.

Marinette’s cheeks flushed deeply, and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, getting lost in his eyes until the person in the seat next to her cleared their throat, reminding them where they were. She chuckled self-consciously. “Sorry about that,” she said to the person but returned her attention to Jason.

They continued to shoot each other sly, shy looks as they made their way up the jetway until they got into the airport and past security. They paused just before the doors, squeezing closer than they normally would to avoid the people bustling around them. “So, tomorrow?” Jason asked. Marinette got slightly distracted by the way his fingers kept gripping and loosening around the strap of his bag, until someone bumped into her, pushing them even closer together, a fact Marinette didn’t have as much of an issue with as she normally would.

She grinned at him and nodded, but her grin faltered slightly. “Actually, maybe not tomorrow. I expect tomorrow is going to be really busy with… the person I’m meeting.” He cocked his head slightly at the stutter. “The day after?” she asked hopefully. She moved a step closer when she could feel someone standing a bit too close behind her.

He watched her for a second before nodding, for the first time appearing apprehensive about her. “Yeah, if you’re su…” he trailed off, his eyes catching on the person immediately behind Marinette, clearly listening in on their conversation. He narrowed his eyes at him. “Is that… is Jagged Stone eavesdropping on our conversation?” he whisper hissed.

Marinette gasped and swung around, slapping the man in the chest, this time with her hand instead of the sleeve. “Jagged! What are you doing?” She slapped him again and looked around for Penny. “What have I told you about this? Where is Penny? Why are you here?”

“Penny is talking to Bob in the car and I couldn’t just not meet my little rocker!” he pouted dramatically.

“Oh my God,” Jason mumbled. “That’s why the album was special to you!” he exclaimed pointing at her.

Marinette grimaced and smiled sheepishly. “I may have a slightly closer relationship with Rock Giant than I indicated,” she admitted, not quite able to meet his eyes.

When she finally did, her muscles relaxed instantly at seeing the awe in his eyes. “You did the cover art! That was brilliant! You’re brilliant.”

Her smile widened, matching his. Their gazes met, getting lost in each other until they were interrupted by a loud, “Oi! I’m still here you know!”

Marinette tore her eyes away guiltily. “Sorry, Jagged. Jagged, this is Jason. Jason, this is Jagged.”

Jagged held his hand out to shake Jason’s but refused to let him go when they finished. Instead, he pulled him closer and looked him up and down uncharacteristically harshly before nodding and turning to Marinette. “So tomorrow, I’m thinking we should meet in the morning then,” his eyes flicked to Jason so quickly Marinette almost missed it, “you should take a bit of time to explore the city, get some inspiration, get some food, get some kisses…”

“Jagged!” Marinette exclaimed, scandalized. “Oh my God,” she muttered and hid her face in her sleeves. She shot Jason a timid smile as she shoved Jagged toward the exit. “Tomorrow?”

He chuckled and nodded. “Tomorrow,” he agreed. “Text me when you’re done.” She shot him a smile and nodded. He shook his head as she passed through the doors, arguing with Jagged who was gesturing wildly, the entire way. He followed them out the door as well, shivering when the cool night air hit his skin. He started to reach for his hoodie before realization hit. He looked after the limo that was pulling away and shook his head incredulously with a laugh. That was one hoodie he didn’t mind never getting back.

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