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moonsgemini · 11 months

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dress - rafe cameron

summary: she’ll always wish she could enjoy the midsummer’s celebrations instead of working at it, but her secret moments with the kook prince make the bad tips worth it

warnings: rafe x pogue!reader, typical classist stuff but not from rafe, fluff, angst, mutual pining, alcohol, kissing

wc: 3.5k

an: this is based off of dress by taylor swift but my own interpretation of it I guess. If you guys want a pt. 2 with smut let me knoooow, I’m such a s!ut for rafe cameron pleaaaase

our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you

Midsummer was probably her least favorite day of summer. You’d think that being a bartender on the day that the whole figure eight came to the country club would bring in lots of tips right? Well wrong. During midsummer’s the drinks were complimentary and there was just a tip jar for cash tips. Kooks don’t usually carry around cash, or really tip for that matter. Also seeing all the kooks dressed in their pretty dresses and cute flower crowns made y/n go green with jealousy. She desperately wished she could attend as a guest and get to dress up and enjoy the food. Y/n would be dreading this shift if she didn’t have something to look forward to.

She had looked over herself in the mirror a million times, making sure her dress still looked as good on her as it did in the dressing room mirror yesterday. The tag was securely tucked into her side because she may have run up her credit card to be able to afford it so she had to return it after. Bartenders didn’t have as strict as a uniform as the waiters did. Her manager allowing them to wear black dresses for the night, and of course she was going to jump at the opportunity to wear something nicer than her boxy polo uniform and tennis skirt.

Her makeup and hair had been done to the best of her ability, without it seeming like she was trying too hard. Y/n would never admit to any of her friends or family that she was dressed up in order to impress a certain kook prince. The same kook prince she had spent months crushing on, and he never helped make the crush go away because he would shamelessly flirt with her every time he was at the country club. It was more like banter, she had a feeling he never really meant anything he said. But it felt so good to feel wanted.

When Rafe would see her around the outer banks he would smirk at her or give her a nod as to say hi. At parties sometimes he’d go up to her and make some small conversation. Teasing her about what drink she had or making sure that she didn’t give her number to that guy that was flirting with her. They’d be making conversation and she would take a step towards him wanting nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms and his scent. But then her friends would come and think they were saving her from the kook prince and pull her away, sending a glare Rafe’s way. She’s look back at him apologetically and he’d just give her a tight lipped smile and walk to the other side of the party.

Rafe really liked her, he liked making her laugh and smile. He wished he could make her quit her job and just come live with him, he’d take care of her. She’d never have to worry about bills or rent ever again. His friends always made fun of him for flirting with a pogue but he didn’t care. They’d say he was scraping the bottom of the barrel, that he had already gone through all the girls from figure eight so now he was entertaining a pogue. Rafe never let them get away with their jokes. He’d glare at them and punch them in the arm or kick them in the shin. He’d defend her honor saying she’s different and she’s a better friend than they’ll ever be.

All Rafe could do was think about her while he was getting ready. He knew she’d be there and he wanted to look extra nice. Tonight felt like the night he would actually ask her out. Y/n was a good listener, she was always there for him. At first he thought it was just because she was stuck behind the bar so she had to listen to him, but then he’d see her at parties and she still had that look in her eyes. That look that she was listening to him, actually listening to him. He felt like he was on a cloud with the way she looked at him like he was the most important thing in the world.

When she arrived to the country club she started getting all her things ready, the guests would start arriving in a few minutes. Stocking up on scotch and the best wines, she knew those would be the popular drinks tonight. As she worked diligently her mind wandered to Rafe, like it always did.

She wondered if he’d be the same as always despite his family being here. She wanted nothing more than to spend the night with him, but not while she served him drinks. She wanted to dance with him and drink with him, and then go home together at the end of the night.

Guests had started arriving, her eyes looking out for the dirty blonde. She was so excited and a bit anxious to see him all dressed up, knowing he’d look extra handsome. An hour had passed and she still hadn’t seen him. The country club was now filled with kooks and her tip jar only filled with about $20 when she’s certain she’s made twenty martinis and poured just as many scotch’s.

As she was handing Mrs.Weatherby her glass of merlot smiling at the older woman her eyes caught her favorite blue ones. Rafe stood across the room with Kelce and Topper. He wasn’t paying any attention to what Topper was saying as he watching y/n from across the room. When their eyes met a lopsided smile formed on his lips. Her cheeks felt hot as he looked her up and down, as much as he could despite the bar being in the way.

Y/n begged with her eyes for him to come over, to save her from the boring night. He knew her better than she thought as he started walking over, saying something to the guys that he’d be back. But as he was crossing the room his dad stepped in front of him.

Ward put a hand on his son’s shoulder, “Rafe please, don’t start drinking yet. This is supposed to be a nice night okay? Lets take it slow.” He turned him around to walk out toward the patio.

“Yeah sure dad.” He muttered not wanting to make a scene. He followed him out but looked behind him to catch the eyes of the girl he was infatuated with.

His heart sank a little as he saw her bright eyes dull a little with sadness. She tried her best to put on a smile and not show her disappointment but he knew her better than she thought. Ward had no idea of Rafe’s crush and even if he did he probably wouldn’t care. He’d probably be disappointed in his son for liking someone like her, then he’d tell him that she probably only wants him for his trust.

all of this silence & patience, pining & anticipating, my hands are shaking from holding back from you

The first few hours of the night their eyes just met, hers pleading him to come over and talk to her. Give her something to think about tonight before she went to bed. His eyes begged her to forgive him for not giving her the attention she deserved, especially in that dress. He hoped that she wore it just for him, it made her look ethereal. Rafe’s legs ached from trying to stop himself from walking over and kissing her with everything he had.

As the night went on she was always on his mind. He hated this stupid midsummer’s stuff, mostly because he couldn’t share it with the one person he wanted. It was filled with snobby people and teenager’s getting drunk on booze they had snuck in.

Rafe kept getting stuck in conversations with his dad’s colleagues, Ward wanting him to be more involved in the business. Or he’d be with Topper, Kelce, and some other guys having a meaningless conversation about lacrosse or surfing. Whenever he got the chance he’d look over at her and she’d have a smile on her face handing some old dude a drink. He knew it wasn’t her real smile, then her eyes would look over at him and that’s when her real smile would come out.

“Uh I’m gonna get a drink,” Rafe said trying to excuse himself from his friends. His dad would be fine with him having a drink now, it’s been three hours since the night started. Three hours of his fingers tingling with the want of tucking that hair that kept falling in her face behind her ear.

“I’ll go with you dude. I need a refill,” Topper said holding up his empty glass. Rafe held in the urge to roll his eyes, he wanted to go alone.

y/n was wiping down the bar when they approached. She looked up meeting eyes with her favorite boy, but then she looked over to his left and their Topper was

“What can I get you guys?” She asked looking between them, smiling at Rafe.

“Long island,” Topper said placing his empty glass down.

“Can I get a rum and coke please?” Rafe asked, resting his hands on the bar.

“Of course,” she nodded with a grin.

Rafe watched her as she prepared the drinks. Topper was trying to talk to him about who knows what, he couldn’t care less. He couldn’t pay attention even if he wanted to with that dress she had on. It fit her so perfectly, he wondered what it’d feel like under his hands. What it’d feel like to push it up as he touched the expanse of her thighs. Wondered what it’d feel like to hold her waist as he kissed her. If her skin was as soft as it looked.

“Bro you’re not even listening,” Topped said as he hit Rafe’s shoulder.

“Long island,” Y/n places the drink in front of him.

“You’re right I’m not.” Rafe rolled his eyes.

Topper took his drink without even thanking her, “Whatever dude I’m gonna find Sarah.” Finally Rafe was alone with his girl.

She placed his glass in front of him, “So where have you been all night?”

“Uh my dad didn’t want me to drink earlier,” He shrugged. He knew it was a half assed excuse.

“You don’t need to order a drink to come see me.”

He ran a hand through his hair, “I-I know but my dad thought that I was just coming over for a drink.”

She laughed bitterly not at Rafe but at the whole situation, “When I’m with you I forget I’m a uh pogue.”

“That doesn’t mean anything to me,” He reached out to touch her lightly. She leaned into his touch slightly, yearning to feel anything from him.

Her manager walked in, “Y/n, take your fifteen.” Taking over he place behind the bar, Rafe pulled his hand away from her.

“Uh yeah,” She gave him a tight lipped smile before walking to the back room. Rafe sighed and walked back out to where his friends were.

if I get burned at least we were electrified, I’m spilling wine in the bath tub you kiss my face & we’re both drunk

Y/n stood in the back leaning against the wall. She hated this town. She hated the labels everyone put on each other, it made her life so much harder. It was so easy when she was around Rafe even if it was a few minutes at a time. But then there was always something that reminded her of who she was and where she came from. It was either Ward, her friends, Rafe’s friends, her bosses. Someone always had to remind her where she was and who she was.

She rolled her eyes at herself. She walked into the back, in search of a bottle of wine. She found one she thought she’d like, popping it open and pouring herself a glass. Y/n felt like she deserved it, especially after tonight. The night wasn’t going exactly as planned, so she might as well drink.

After three full glasses of red wine her break was over. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to drink while on the clock because now everything looked a little fuzzy.

“I’m back,” She slurred to her manager.

Lisa eyed her suspiciously, “Are you drunk?”

“No never,” She gave her a toothy grin trying to hide her tipsiness. The alcohol affecting her more and more as the seconds passed.

Lisa sighed, “Y/n you can’t be like this here right now. You know how bad this would look. If you get one of these jerk offs orders wrong and they smell that merlot on your breath they’ll have you banned.” Lisa tried her best to look out for the girl because she knew she didn’t have anyone that was looking out for her.

Her eyes watered at the thought of losing the only job she had been able to get on this whole island, “I-I can’t lose this job. I need this.”

Lisa sighed, “Go home. I’ll cover for you, and you can still keep the tips okay? Only because I care about you.”

Y/n sniffled bringing the older woman into a hug, “Thank you Lisa, I owe you.”

“Get home safe okay, call someone.” Lisa said rubbing her back. She walked (stumbled a bit) to the back to grab her bag.

even in my worst times you could see the best of me

Y/n didn’t know who to call, her friends were all at parties probably drinking as well. Her parents weren’t in her life. The one person who could help her had been watching her from across the room. Concern written all over his face. She looked at him with teary eyes and he was already taking long strides towards her. She met him halfway, the tag from her dress itching her side.

“Rafe,” Her voice was shaky as she hugged herself looking for some comfort. She knew this was all her fault, she shouldn’t have had that wine. She felt like she was always making mistakes like this.

Rafe’s hands held her face, “What happened? Did someone do something?” He asked with worry and a bit of anger. If one of these kooks made his girl cry they’d have him to deal with.

“No no I did something. I-I drank some wine on my break. I’m drunk Rafe and Lisa told me to go home. She um she said she’ll let me keep the tips today but uh can you take me h-home?” She asked barely taking a breath.

He brushed her hair back, “Hey breathe, I’ll take you home okay baby.”

“I’m sorry Rafe, I-I shouldn’t take you away. I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid. I’m glad I get to get away from this shit, especially if it’s with you.”

Ward had been watching the interaction from outside. He eyed as his son held the bar tender who he felt was trying to hard to look like she fit in with them, her dirty sneakers gave her away. In her defense you can’t really bartend in heels.

He walked over to them before they could leave, “Uh Rafe, what are you doing?” He didn’t spare a glance at the disheveled girl.

Rafe stood up straight, “I’m taking her home dad.”

“Who is this? The bartender? You can’t leave now. There’s still some guys I need to introduce you to.” He treated her like she was nothing.

“No dad I’m taking her home, this is more important.” Rafe wrapped his arm around her shoulders to lead her towards the exit.

Ward grabbed his arm as he tried to walk past him, “Don’t disappoint me son.”

He shrugged his shoulder to get him off, “You’ve made it clear plenty of times that it’s too late for that.”

They didn’t make a big scene but some people had been watching. They watched as the oldest Cameron led the girl outside, a pogue. Tomorrow word would spread all across the island just how cozy they were. Ward would berate Rafe about it but right now he didn’t care, he just wanted to get his girl away from everyone.

Y/n couldn’t believe Rafe had done that for her. He dropped everything for her, she really did feel like he was a prince.

only bought this dress so you could take it off

Rafe kept glancing over at her as he drove to her house. He was worried about her, she looked so sad and he hated seeing her sad. Her head was leaning agains the passenger window just looking out into the darkness.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” He finally asked breaking the silence.

She sighed looking over at him, “I feel like an idiot.”

“Why?”

“I put on this stupid dress that I can’t even afford and I got too drunk while I was working. I took you away from the party.” She shook her head at herself.

Rafe pulled into the driveway of her small house, her grandma had left it for her after she passed a few years ago. It was the perfect house for her but now she had to work overtime to keep up with bills.

“Lets talk once we get inside,” Rafe turned the car off and ran over to open her door.

They walked into her house, Rafe had never been there. This is the most time they’ve ever been able to spend alone, without anyone being able to interrupt them or pull them away from each other. He liked her house, it was very her. Warm lighting and pictures everywhere. She sat on the couch setting her bag onto the ground.

“You look amazing, this dress looks amazing on you.” He said as he sat next to her. She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I wore this for you. I wanted to impress you, instead I embarrassed myself.” She closed her eyes thinking about the events of the night.

Rafe turned to her, “I would drop everything for you. I have been dying inside to spend this night with you.”

“Really?” She asked looking at him with stars in her eyes.

“Yes, baby. And this dress does look amazing on you. You look perfect. I’ve wanted you since the first day we met at the club.” He tucked her hair behind her ear.

Her face flushed at the compliments, “But why? I’m just me. I don’t have anything, I can’t even afford this dress. I’m just a bartender.”

He shook his head, “None of that shit matters to me. You actually listen to me and you care about me more than my shithead friends ever have. I only go to those stupid parties to see you.”

“Rafe, I care about you so much.”

He couldn’t take it anymore, he leaned forward and captured her lips with his. They were slightly swollen from the few tears she had shed earlier in the night. Her lips tasted like merlot she had downed. They moved in sync as if they had been doing this forever. He smelt like expensive cologne and she wanted to drown in it, she wanted to drown in him. His lips felt so good against hers, she had been dreaming about this moment for ages.

Her hands slid up his chest and into his hair. Pulling at the dirty blonde locks to encourage him. Rafe’s hands slid up and down her waist. Finally feeling the dress he had thought about all night. As the kiss grew more passionate he grabbed her hips and tugged her towards him. He pulled her to sit on his lap, her legs on either side of him. His fingers slowly slid up her thighs pushing her dress farther up, almost fully around her hips. Y/n’s thighs were just as soft as he imagined. His mind was racing with thoughts of everything he wanted to do to her.

The small whines that left her lips encouraged him to keep going. One hand moving behind her to give her ass a squeeze. He pulled away to press kisses against her neck making goosebumps rise on her skin. Her hands moving back and forth from tugging his hair to pulling at his blazer to get him impossibly closer.

“Baby,” He mumbled against her neck. She just hummed in return, too lost in the feeling of his lips on her. Tasting her like she’s always wanted him to.

“I want to keep going, but I know you’ve drank tonight. I want you to be be a hundred percent sober when I do everything I’ve always dreamed about doing to you,” He said looking up at her. He almost regretted his words and took her right then and there when he saw her swollen lips and hazy lust filled eyes.

She took a deep breath to get herself to focus. Her senses were overloaded on Rafe, “Okay, can you stay? Please?”

He leaned forward giving her another kiss, “Of course, I’ll always stay.”

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thoughtsfromlayla · 3 months

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If I Dream Hard Enough

Summary: Morpheus' daughter Elise wants you to become her mommy against every odd in the world. Will you?

Notes: ~8.1k words. Happy birthday to @givingmyhearttoyou, this is for you, you fabulous human. Also, this fic was supposed to be like 1k words long and now... well! Hope you guys like it, sorry it took so long

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, ModernAU!Dream, DaughterDad!Dream, slow burn(?), smut, P in V, unprotected sex (yikes), fingering, slight angst all comfort, don't worry you guys get together in the end

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You knew of Morpheus several months ago when he stopped at the restaurant you worked at to pick up an order for his daughter. At that time, you didn’t officially meet him, you just thanked him as he left the door as the other two waitresses did. Then for the past few months, he has been a regular, always sitting in your section right after dinner rush. You thought it was planned out by the way the two other waitresses snickered whenever they saw him there.

You didn’t mind. He was a great customer and always left good tips and he often brought his daughter along. And while she was still young, about 7 years old since the last time you asked her, she was often a highlight of your week. Elise often brings you a wildflower she finds, growing in her garden to bring to you. Each time you accept with a smile and Morpheus is there watching.

The day that Morpheus came in without Elise, the restaurant was dead silent. The other two waitresses had left early and you were left to defend the shack. So, you sat down with him and had a meal with him. He asked you about your life and you asked about his. You learn that his wife and he had separated after the unfortunate death of their first child and that he works as a psychiatrist for those who have trouble sleeping. He has a pet Raven named Matthew and for Halloween last year, his daughter made him dress up as a scarecrow named Mervin.

After that conversation, the two of you grew closer as friends instead of your previous professional relationship. The first time that you met with Morpheus outside of work was when Elise invited you to watch her theater performance. She was cast as Wendy in the year’s show Peter Pan and you couldn’t have been happier to come along.

Morpheus had picked you up at 6:30 PM on the dot later that week. You wore something nice and comfortable for the early spring winds. Your heeled boots clacked against the concrete pavement as you made your way from the front door to Morpheus’s car. He was waiting for you by the passenger door, leaning against the sleek black design that matched his outfit well.

When he saw you approaching, he smiled and offered the door for you.

“Thank you,” You smiled as you got into the car. It smelled nicely of leather and a hint of McDonald’s french fries, probably a small lunch for Elise before her show tonight.

“Did you have dinner yet?” Morpheus asked after he put on his seat belt.

“No, not yet,” You say. It was a bit too early for dinner for you. Plus, you told yourself that the show would only last an hour so, you could just make something when you got home anyway.

“Great,” Morpheus practically beams, in his nonchalant way. He places his hand on the back of your headrest and looks at you. “Elise wanted to go out tonight after her show, you should join us.”

Heat blooms across your cheeks and ears at how close he was to you. You smell his cologne and you feel like you’re going to go dizzy. But you bravely push through it.

“Y-yeah, that sounds lovely.” You say, turning your head to look straight ahead. He looks behind you as he backs out of the driveway of your small house.

When the two of you arrived at the school, it was surprisingly packed. Quite a few other parents were waiting in line to get a spot for their car in the limited parking lot. And luckily, Morpheus was able to find a spot near the middle. When you opened the door, Morpheus was already waiting for you on the other side, he held his arm out and offered it to you.

“Why, thank you very much,” You smile, going along with it. The wind blew a bit harsher as the sun’s final rays disappeared from the horizon and you subconsciously huddled closer to Morpheus for a bit of extra warmth as the two of you walked toward the school entrance.

Morpheus removes his arm from you and you frown a bit. You recover quickly, maybe he decided against it, and that’s fine. The next moment, his long wool peacoat is draped over your shoulders. The smell of him envelopes you as the warmth seems through your clothes. The warmth of your cheeks returns and you feel like you’re blushing to the highlands

“Won’t you be cold?” You ask, your hands grabbing at the opening of the coat to keep it closer to you.

“No,” He says and hands the lady a five-dollar bill for two tickets. His arm extends out again in invitation and you take it happily.

The tickets gave you two some good seats, not too far back and not too close to the stage where you would have to crane your neck for the whole show. Before you took your seat, you took off Morpheus’ jacket and folded it in your arms. Then a lady stops the two of you in the aisle of the auditorium, right before your seats.

“Morpheus!” She exclaims and walks towards the two of you.

“Oh, Jesus,” Morpheus mutters under his breath and hides it with a cough. “Hello, Becky.”

“Why, I haven’t seen you in years, not since my little William’s birthday those years ago.” She goes in for a hug, all-embracing and big grins. Her hoop earrings jingle with the rest of her jewelry: a big statement necklace, and bold silver bracelets on each arm. She sported a leopard print blouse and her round hips had some brown slacks to match the spots.

Her hair had large curls, just recently blown out as she flicked it behind her shoulders. When she finally notices you, her smile drops for a brief moment before it broadens again.

“Morpheus!” She exclaims again, her hands with fresh manicures going up like a surprised red panda. “I can’t believe you brought a girlfriend!”

“Um, she’s not-”

Becky interrupts him and grabs onto your shoulders. “Let me take a closer look at you, sweetheart.”

“Uh, hi,” You say as she gleams at you, looking you up and down and nodding. This was awkward.

“You. Are. A. Gem!” She annunciates. “You know, I was beginning to worry about how long it was going to take this guy to get into a relationship again.”

“Oh… that’s…” You drift off your words, Becky was starting to make the both of you uncomfortable.

“Let’s find out seats,” Morpheus interrupted us and you couldn’t have been more grateful. Becky nods as well before passing the two of you to sit somewhere near the back of the auditorium. Morpheus leads you with a warm hand on the small of your back.

Eventually, the curtains draw back and the lights dim. A tiny Elise is in a makeshift nightgown and pretends to wake up from her bed. Almost immediately she spotted you in the audience and the grin she gave you made your heart clench. You give her a small wave and she waves back before remembering she had lines to deliver.

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You and Morpheus wait outside the school auditorium with the other parents and friends who came by to support the elementary play. You had fallen into easy conversation while waiting for Elise to get out of her costume.

“She looked lovely tonight,” You comment, peaking over shoulders to see if she had come out yet.

“She sure does,” Morpheus says by your side and you miss the way he looks at you. When you turn to look at him again, his direction is directed forward instead.

“Daddy!” A squealing voice giggles as it comes barreling toward the opposite of everything she embodies. Pink and glitter clashed against midnight black and pale skin. A rare smile pulls at Morpheus’ lips at her hug.

“Hi, starlight,” He pulls Elise up until she is hoisted on his hip and her arms are securely wrapped around his neck. “Are you hungry?”

Almost comically, her stomach rumbles and she hides her face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment. The two of you laugh and you place a reassuring hand on Elise’s back. After little debate, the three of you are off to some local Italian restaurant.

After dinner, which Morpheus kindly paid for, it was well past Elise’s bedtime but the little one was as hyper as if it was only noon. The drive back to your house consisted of her talking about rehearsal, her school days, her lunch yesterday, and a project on magnets that she has to finish by next Wednesday.

The night ended with Morpheus walking you to your door. You stared at him, the fun you had from the night still evident on your face. You find that your cheeks are starting to hurt from how much you’ve been smiling.

“Goodnight, Morpheus,” You say, one had already on the doorknob.

Morpheus answers a few seconds later, almost lost in thought. “Right… goodnight,” He whispers and neither of you realize the unconscious step he takes closer to you. His face leans down and you can see the complicated colors of his eyes.

You give him one last smile before turning the doorknob, unable to break eye contact with him. Before you could enter your house though, Elise rolls down her window from the back seat and shouts at the top of her lungs.

“Goodnight Mommy!”

Your face snaps towards her, jaw unhinge and remains gaping open at her outburst. You turn to look at Morpheus, shock still evident on your face and you are greeted with a similar expression. His shoulders raised and stiff and if he were to open his eyes anymore, they might as well have popped out of his sockets.

“Elise!” He hollered from your doorstep. “I’m so sorry.” He quickly apologizes before briskly walking down the long driveway.

Elise giggles from her backseat and the light heart sound fades as she rolls up her window again. Morpheus stares at her through the tinted backseat window before sighing and climbing into the driver’s seat. He gives a small awkward wave before leaving your driveway for the night.

Somewhere along the year that you had known the two, you had caught feelings for the tall brooding act. But, love is difficult and while you love the both of them dearly, it is not his love to accept if he didn’t want it. You wouldn’t blame Morpheus for not being ready for that type of relationship, even if his daughter were to think differently. You overthought to the brink of exhaustion, but time waits for no one. You had rent to pay and customers to serve.

A couple of weeks after, it was dead again. Just one customer sitting in your section, their refilled drink in your hands. The cool night air blasted through the front door and your heart clenched in your chest when you saw the new customers. Elise stands behind Morpheus, hand holding onto his much larger one.

When she sets her eyes on you, her eyes glimmer in excitement.

“Hi, Mommy!” She giggles and runs towards you, hugging you around your legs.

From your peripheral, you see Morpheus sigh and your heart sinks. You adore this child, but at the end of the day, she’s not yours to adore. Your smile drops slightly at the realization.

“I thought your dad told you not to call me that?” You say to her jokingly, even if, to you, it was no joking matter.

“Well, my daddy says that if I dream hard enough, you will become my mommy.” She states, matter of factly. Her hands release from your legs and prop themselves on her hips. She looks up at you with adoration fit for a king and a toothy smile full of braces. The confession takes the breath out of you and gives you a breath of relief in the next inhale.

“Is that so?” With a smile, you quirk up an eyebrow and look past her small figure on Morpheus. Blush looks great on his skin, you think to yourself when you see the blood creep up his neck and over his cheeks.

He avoids your gaze, instead finding fascination in his not-so-new shoes. Wow, they sure look like shoes tonight, he thinks to himself as he puckers his lips in deep thought. You smile at the sight, of a large daunting man turned into almost nothing by his daughter’s comment.

You seat the two and go about your job for the rest of the night. When Morpheus was ready to leave you bring his check to him and he pulls you aside.

“Do you have time this weekend?” He asks while taking out his credit card.

“Yeah, I do actually. My friend canceled at the last minute on some plans we had, why?” You ask back.

Before Morpheus could respond, Elise pops into your field of view. She stands on the booth, hands propping on the table almost spilling over her kid’s cup of lemonade.

“Daddy has to go to a… um, conserferants. He’s going to teach other doctors about something he learned!”

“Yes, that,” Morpheus confirms. “I will be gone for the weekend and will not return until late. Elise wants to know if you would be willing to babysit her?”

You look between the two, Elise giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster - and it was working.

“I will pay you, of course,” Morphes quickly adds when you don’t answer immediately.

“Please, pleeeease?” Elise asks, she goes in for another hug, arms wrapping around your chest at her new given height, and looks at you again with a pout. “Please?”

“Oh, alright,” You can’t say no to her. Squeals fall out of her mouth as she jumps on the booth, the cheap springs squeaking underneath.

“Here,” Morpheus says handing you a napkin with his home address on it and after a few more exchanges of pleasantries, the two were on their way. You were to be at Morpheus’s house on Friday at 3:00 PM.

The rest of the week goes by fast, each day that brings you closer to seeing Elise again and taking care of her for the weekend has your heart pounding in your chest. What if you set the house on fire? What if you accidentally serve her a knife in her sandwich or something? These thoughts follow you until you find yourself standing on the doorstep of Morpheus’ house and a trembling finger presses the doorbell.

When the door opens to tall, dark, and mysterious, it is quickly subdued with the aggressive cawing of a raven. Its black wings spread as it flies onto Morpheus’ shoulder and caws at you again. Confusion clouds your mind for a moment before you remember about the pet raven he mentioned a few months ago.

“Matthew, right?” You smile and give a small wave to the bird.

Morpheus sighs and nods. “Yes, but you need not worry about him. He will be coming with me.”

“I’m Matthew!” It caws and your eyes go wide.

“He talks?” You unapologetically point at the bird as it stares at you with a turned head.

“Ravens raised in captivity can learn to imitate human voices, yes. Though, I would not go as far as to brag about talking. More like… mocking.”

He stands to the side and allows you inside. Morpheus’ house was, well, the best way to explain it was an organized chaos. Toys were everywhere, breakfast plates were still on the dining room table, and Matthew’s enrichment toys were in places you never thought a bird could drop things. That being said, the hallways were clean, the house smelled of fresh air, and the interior decoration was deliberately placed.

Morpheus gives you a quick tour of his house, the first stop being the kitchen, everything has a place and everything is in place. The fridge and pantry were both stocked and you could immediately think of a few easy recipes to cook for you and Elise for the next few days. Next was the joined sun room, and you stared in awe at beautifully displayed stained glass. It shined a rainbow of colors over the entire wooden room. Ivy plants swung from the ceiling and sunlight covered floor-to-ceiling bookshelves in a coat of warmth.

The rest of the tour was simple, Elise’s room which was an explosion of pink and ocean blue with Barbies and legos on the floor, and lastly Morpheus’ room.

“You are permitted to stay in my room.” He says as he enters the space with you following closely behind. The entire room was based around a midnight blue color which you found comforting. It was neat, unlike a certain daughter’s, and has a lone suitcase sitting on the bed, already packed and ready to go.

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly,” You’re quick to interject. The king-sized bed and soft duvet call your name, but it felt personal. And are you that personal with Morpheus yet?

“I insist,” He says, hand on his suitcase and Matthew swoops down to stand on the box instead.

“No, really, I can sleep on the couch or-”

“I insist,” He repeats and it didn’t seem like much of a choice.

“Fine, you’re very persuasive, you know?” You joke and you see his lips twitch into a smile for a moment.

The squealing of rusty wheels and then the collective commotion of children stop your tour a bit short and the front door bursts open to giggles. You knew that laugh like the back of your hand, and you both went into the living room to greet Elise.

“Daddy! You’re still here!” She exclaims and throws her backpack onto the couch, the shimmering glitter of princesses catching briefly on the sunlight from the large windows.

Her hands reach up and does a grabbing motion to which Morpheus picks her up and props her on his hip. It doesn’t last long as she soon lands her eyes on you.

“Mommy!” She squeals in excitement and starts squirming in her dad’s arms until he relinquishes her.

She barrels her way towards you and launches herself into you, giving you no choice but to grab and pick her up so she doesn’t slam into you. She’s soon holding on to your neck as you hold her and your smile grows bigger.

“Elise,” Morpheus warns and at his sudden shift of tone, Elise buries her head into your neck, knowing that she got in trouble again for calling you that. The mood of the house sudden brought down and seemingly so did the temperature.

You hold onto her tighter as Morpheus’ frown deepens. “Elise,” He calls out again, this time his arms folded over each other. “We’ve talked about this.”

“La, la, la, I can’t hear you,” She murmurs into your neck, holding on tighter to you.

Morpheus sighs and comes closer, placing a hand over her back, and starts rubbing smooth circles. Wetness soon coats your skin as you realize that Elise has started crying. Her trembling shoulders and hiccups were soon to follow and you and Morpheus shared a concerned look.

“I want a mommy,” She chokes into your shirt. “She’s my mommy…”

Morpheus and you share a look again. His face was apologetic and worried at his daughter’s sudden confession. Children have no filter and what they say is what they mean. How can you leave her like this when she so clearly expresses what she wants?

“Okay, Elise,” You soothe as you pet her hair. “Let’s say goodbye to Daddy first and then we can grab a snack.”

Elise peaks out from the little hidey-hole of your neck and gives a small wave to her dad which he reciprocates. Morpheus leans in close to the point where you can smell his subtle cologne and aftershave and he gives a quick peck to Elise’s hairline.

“Be good, Elise. I’ll be back in a few days.” He says and brushes her hair away from her face to reveal red eyes and a runny nose.

“Bye Daddy,” She says back but doesn’t find the courage to meet his eyes.

He sighs again before going into his room to grab his suitcase. You follow him to the door, Elise still latched onto you, but now her breaths have evened out.

Morpheus looks back when he’s just outside the door, storm clouds are rolling in and you can smell the petrichor in the late spring winds. He gives you another look of concern to which you simply nod in understanding. Matthew caws impatiently as large drops of rain start to make their descent.

“We’ll be fine,” You say as an unconscious hand wraps around Elise again.

Silence is shared between you two, an understanding that there is going to be a heavy topic to talk about when he returns. Until then, Morpheus comes closer and wraps his long arms around the both of you and you stand there stiff. You feel the warmth of his lips press to your cheek before he pulls away.

He doesn’t explain and instead turns away quickly to get into his car, leaving behind the shocked look on your face. The two of you stand at the entrance as you watch him pull out of his driveway. Elise waves a small hand goodbye as he disappears down the street in fog and rain.

When Elise sees the last glimpse of her father’s car leaving the horizon she slides off of you and walks to the kitchen. She sits patiently at the kitchen table when you find her again.

“Can I have a snack?” She asks and swings her legs back and forth.

The sudden change in her emotions gives you a bit of a whiplash but did as she asks and made her a small snack. After which you clean up the kitchen a bit while she munches away. When she was done, she asks for some help on her weekend homework which you didn’t help much, just guided her back to the paper when her thoughts started to wander. After homework was a simple dinner of chicken parmesan and then you sent Elise off to shower.

The rain still hadn’t let up and continues to pelt down in harsh drops against the roof. The longer it goes on the more you grow anxious. You never did well in thunderstorms, rainstorms were fine, but as soon as you heard that boom of thunder, you were nothing but a child again, hiding underneath your bed. The monsters under the bed were less scary than the bright flash of light across the sky.

When Elise comes back out to the common areas after her shower, freshly scented with bubblegum body wash, she finds you in the sunroom. The once cozy space grew cold when the weather changed. You huddled yourself against the corner and stare out the window, absentmindedly looking at the wildflowers that grew in their backyard. Thoughts cloud your mind just like the weather outside, and just like the rain slamming against the glass, you were beating yourself over.

Morpheus seems adamant about not letting Elise call you her mother, so that means he must not want you to be her mother. Your feelings for him had bloomed into something more over the months that you had known him. You subconsciously began chewing on your nails, some odd habit that you still haven’t broken since your high school years.

Maybe, it would be best for you to stop being friends with Morpheus. You could never ask him to make that kind of decision and instead make that decision for him. It would be easier for both of you, you told yourself - lied to yourself if you wanted to be honest.

The tugging motion on your shirt pulls you out of your thoughts. Elise stares at you, hair still wet from her shower, and now cozy in her pajamas.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks you and climbs into your lap.

Your hand goes to her back to support her as she makes herself at home.

“Adult things,” You reply vaguely, hoping that she takes the answer. She doesn’t, because of cause she doesn’t. Elise is too bright for her age.

“Is it about how daddy doesn’t like it when I call you mommy?” She questions.

A sharp inhale comes into your lungs as you stare at her. After a few silent seconds, you respond simply. “Yeah.”

A few more seconds go by.

“Do you… want to be my mommy?” She asks again.

“...Yeah, but I don’t think your dad would allow it.” You confess to her. Guilt clouds you, someone as small as her shouldn’t be in the middle of all of this.

“I want you to be my mommy, too.” She yawns this time and her eyes begin to droop. She leans her head against your chest and her breath starts to slow.

“I know,” You whisper and when you look at her again, her eyes are closed. You kiss her on her forehead and pet her hair. A sigh leaves you again, decisions, decisions.

Picking up Elise carefully to not wake her, you make your way to her room and set her carefully in her bed. You tuck her in, extra tight, and turn to leave her room.

“Mommy,” She calls out groggily.

“Yes?” You say as you turn your attention back to her, kneeling so that you are on the same level as her.

“I think,” She yawns again. “I think daddy thinks he doesn’t deserve to have a mommy… after what happened to my brother. I think he thinks he did something bad, so he can’t have something good again.”

Yeah, she’s too bright for her age.

“Let’s not think about it anymore tonight,” You conclude the conversation with another forehead kiss and she falls back asleep. With one last look at her sleeping form, you leave the room, leaving the door slightly cracked, just in case.

Your shower was just how you liked it, but your thoughts come back to haunt you in the quiet house. The thoughts follow you, nagging you, as you unpacked your clothes and stacked them on top of Morpheus’s drawer. It still hasn’t left you alone when you changed into your sleepwear and did your face routine.

You stare at the large empty bed and sigh. It was still relatively early, only 10:00 PM, yet your bones were tired and even though Morpheus said you could use his bed, it still felt wrong. The couch was just fine, but who were you kidding? You climb into the bed and pull the blanket up to your chin.

The bed smelled like him, the pillows smelled like him, and everything reminded you of him. Perhaps this was a mistake. Oh, but the bed was so comfortable and the rhythmic splattering of the rain lulls you to sleep before you even knew it.

You wake up to a phone call, and the blinding light makes you squint at the notification. Morpheus was calling and your heart rate skyrockets. You answer and put the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You greet and even you can hear the grogginess of your voice. It made you cringe for some reason.

“How are my girls?” He responds.

Morpheus’ voice is something else and it makes you giddy. It certainly made you feel like a teenage girl again, wanting to kick your feet and scream while running around the house. His voice was somehow better over the phone. Tired, low, and seductive almost - you could fall back asleep to it.

“We’re doing good,” You start. “Elise has been asleep, homework’s done and all that.” You update him. “How’s your conference?”

“It’s tomorrow, so I can’t say yet.”

“Mhmm,” You reply and you feel sleep tugging at your eyes again.

Morpheus keeps talking about his day, something about giving Matthew to another friend to look after and the drive to the next few towns over. The words go through your ears on one side and out the other as his voice lulls you to sleep.

“Are you asleep?” You hear him say from far away. You don’t have the energy to respond. A few seconds later, on the verge of consciousness, you hear his voice again.

“Goodnight, my dove.”

The three-tone dial is the last thing you hear before you finally release the last of your waking hours.

The next day, the rain still hadn’t let up and you ended up driving your car into the garage so as to not have any damage done to it. Elise was bummed out as she was supposed to go to the local park with her friends from school, but for obvious reasons, it was canceled. The two of you ended up making a pillow fort in the living room and watching Barbie movies for the rest of the day. It was low maintenance and cozy and everything you’ve ever wanted, not that it would have been much different if you were home by yourself instead.

Elise hadn’t brought up the conversation you two had last night and you were grateful for it. The insights that the kid’s little brain could understand were astounding to you. She spends the day glued to your side while singing along to the movie’s songs and eventually falls asleep mid-movie with a cold popcorn bowl in her lap.

You carry her back into her bed just like the night before. This time watching her sleeping form for a little while longer. After which you went back to the living room to clean up. There was a tough teriyaki sauce stain that was stained onto one of the blankets in the pillow fort that you ended up just throwing into the laundry instead of trying to spot clean. While the laundry runs, you put away leftovers and cleaned up the dishes.

After the chores are done, you find yourself in the sunroom again, finding it ironic that the two times you have used it were when the sun was away. You run your hands across the spines of the many books that Morpheus kept. Many of them were scientific journals on the mind as you would expect regarding his job. A few were fairytales for Elise and a few seemed to be picked up from local libraries or garage sales.

You select one from random, a short novel about a princess who sets out on a quest against the Greek gods to find her missing brother. An easy enough read for tonight, you think to yourself. You find annotations from handwriting that you didn’t recognize as Elise’s or Morpheus’ and come to the conclusion that it must’ve been his ex-wife’s. A bittersweet conclusion that he kept her books all this time.

Her handwriting was beautiful and so were her thoughts. They were eye-opening, sweet, and romantic, and through her annotations, you come to love her as well. If it were a different world, you would’ve loved being her friend.

You are on the last few chapters of the book when your eyes became droopy. You set down the book, hoping to pick it up again tomorrow morning, and head to take your shower. The warmth of the shower only solidifies your tiredness and was a great way to relax your muscles before you grudgingly climb into bed, hair still damp as it hit the pillow.

Everything about you was tired, but that damn rainstorm just had to test its luck and turn into a thunderstorm. You lay on your side, paralyzed, pulling the blanket as high as it can over your chin without suffocating you and squeeze your eyes tight. You imagine the blanket was the arms of your deceased mother hugging you again. You think of summertime by the lakeside, flowers blooming and butterflies flying. Your father is fishing on his small boat and is trying to catch something fresh for dinner. You think of your mother in the lakeside cabin making freshly baked bread and your breathing slows. You could relive this moment every day if it only allowed you.

You’re playing with the weeds that grow by the stairs of the cabin porch, ripping at them and releasing the earthy scent, throwing them off into the lawn when you were successful. Your palms had several thin cuts from stubborn weeds that didn’t want to be uprooted.

The smell of rain is heavy in the air as the temperature cools drastically and storm clouds roll in. Your father tries one more time to catch something and lightning cracks amongst the horizon. The wind picks up and creates aggressive currents along the lake, rocking his boat back and forth. You hear your mother shouting at you to get inside the house as cold, fat drops of rain pierce your skin. But your eyes don’t leave your father’s boat and soon your mother joins you on the porch, hand shielding her eyes to look out.

Lightning strikes the lake, blinding you, your mother screams and thunder booms and hearing is lost. One moment your father is on the lake and the next he isn’t. The boat is on its side before the water fills it and drowns it, too.

Your mother moves past you in a blur and you follow quickly. The rainwater mixes with your tears, hot and cold, running down your cheeks. You scream for your father, choking as the water comes into your airway instead. Is this what your father felt as he drowned? All you saw was your mother, in her perfect summer dress that stuck to her figure double over on the dock as she screamed, the rain drowning away all of her grief.

A terrifying boom jolts you awake into a sitting position, your heart pumping at a mile a minute. You feel sweat coat along your browline as you lay back down, the back of your hand over your forehead. You hadn’t had that dream, or more accurately, that memory in a long time. You find the courage to get up and head to the connected bathroom to splash your face with some cold water in hopes of calming yourself down.

You are so consumed by your own thoughts, that you don’t see the tall figure standing in the middle of the bedroom. A scream crawls up your throat before another lightning bolt lights up the room, making you jump as the thunder follows. You could recognize the disheveled hair anywhere. His confused face relaxes as he realizes that you are still here.

You swallow some air, pushing your own feelings aside for a moment. “What are you doing back so early?”

“We were sent home early in regards to the storm. It would have been too dangerous to travel the next day,” Morpheus explains. On cue, another crack of lightning follows his words.

“Well, welcome home,” You say, hospitality gone from your system at the late hour. You grab a pillow from the bed and head out the door.

“Where are you escaping to?” He asks.

You quirk an eyebrow, not entirely understanding the question. “The couch?” You answer with a question as if it should be obvious. He’s home so he should be using his bed.

You think you see his jaw tick at your answer but you’re not sure due to the dark. Another strike of lightning had you stiffen and you walk out of the room without another word. You managed to lay back down with a throw blanket that was in a basket near the couch and cuddle with yourself as much as you could. The blanket didn’t provide as much warmth or heaviness as the comforter did.

You toss and turn back and forth but no matter how you position yourself, tiredness nor comfort found you. The thunderstorm had gotten worse and after much debate with yourself, you give in with a huff. You grab the pillow and hug it to your stomach as you stand and make your way to Morpheus’ room.

You give a quiet knock and open the door, feeling almost childish at how you are going about this. You should have gotten over your fear a long time ago and yet here you were, standing vulnerable in your pajamas, staring at Morpheus as he sits up in his bed.

Your mouth opens but the words don’t come out. They’re lodged in your throat at what they’re about to say. Before you can find the courage to do so, Morpheus speaks for you.

“Are you afraid of the thunder?” He asks.

You nod your head yes, and the grip on the pillow increases.

“Do you want to spend the night with me?”

You nod again.

He lifts the blanket on his side that you took the pillow from and you slip in. Warmth envelopes you immediately and you let go of a restrained breath. You turn to him and whisper your thanks as you face each other, your body deflating as stress leaves it. Silence fills the air and awkwardness follows after. Sleep is on the back of your mind and it tugs hard for rest. Your fear gets the better of you and you’re left lying awake, looking at Morpheus’ sleeping forming. His breath is rhythmic and his face is peaceful. A deafening boom of thunder jolts you and a small shriek leaves your lips. Unconsciously you snuggle closer to Morpheus and his eyes snap open.

He feels you shaking and wraps a protective arm around your figure, one hand snaking under your neck to wrap itself around your head. He brings you closer to him as if shielding you from the raging thunderstorm outside.

“Shhh,” He hushes as the rain pelts against the windows. “I am here.”

Your fingers are clutched to his shirt, knuckles white when he speaks to you. At another crack of lightning, you pull yourself closer to him, bracing yourself for the boom of thunder that follows. His hands cover your ears and you feel the sting of tears threatening to fall. The rain continues and after a few long minutes of only rain, you relax again. You lay in the comforts of his arms as you realize the thunder had stopped. Sleep pulls at your eyelids again and with a hiccuped breath you close your eyes.

Morpheus’ cheat rises as he inhales before he speaks.

“I am consumed by thoughts of you,” he confesses in the dark light of the night. Lighting cracks far away and you almost miss the confession. Is he trying to distract you? The thunder that follows isn’t as loud as your beating heart.

He lays still with you over his chest and you hear the way his heartbeat accelerates. When the words finally, finally, register in your head you perk up and look at him.

He opens his eyes and tears form along the bottom. “I cannot deny it anymore. Everything of me is filled with you. Your laughter, your scent, your voice. It has filled the crevices of my heart and healed the wounds of the past.”

You whisper his name, nothing else comes to mind for his confession. You sit up now and he follows after with his legs on either side of you. You cannot bear to look him in the eyes, his love for you is too strong to face head-on in the middle of the night. His fingers run across your back and you can’t deny the goosebumps that follow after.

You feel his lips, just as warm as the first time, on your shoulders and he leans into you. He peppers kisses up your shoulder to your neck and you lean your head away to give him room. His arms snake around your waist again to hold you still, feeling the leftover tremors from the passing storm.

“Tell me to stop and I will stop,” He promises in a whisper in your ear.

His voice, oh so heavenly, has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “No, don’t stop,” You assure breathlessly. His hands slip under the thin fabric of your shirt and move upward, fingers featherlight and ticklish. Heat shoot straight to your cunt at his administration and your nipples perk as he runs a cold finger over them. His other hand travels lower and brushes against the rim of your shorts.

He stops, only to continue when you whine in rebuttal and grind your ass into his front, feeling the heat and hardness of his arousal. Your heat clashes with his cold fingers as he runs them along the length of your slit. A moan escapes you at the feeling, it’s been too long since you last had a good sexual experience and your fingers are just not the same.

His fingers part your lower lips and another runs circles around your clit. You clench around nothing, head thrown back and leaning against his shoulder as he continues. He’s stopped kissing you now, just watching your expressions trying to figure out what you enjoyed most.

You needed more, something, anything. Before you could ask for it, he sinks a long finger in and your mouth falls lack. His hand comes to cover your mouth, muffling the wanton moans that fall out shamelessly.

“Shhh,” He hushes against your ear, sending shivers through your body again. You feel his teeth nibble at the shell of your ear, something so simple, and yet it felt so perfect.

You feel his lips tug into a smile as your cunt clenches around his finger, to which he adds another, moving them in and out, in and out. His pace was calm, and collected, but you’re greedy. You want to bargain with him, another finger? His mouth on your cunt? How about a little bit of everything?

“Do you want more?” He asks, his voice low in timbre like the faraway thunder that rumbles.

You nod, a small squeal leaving your lips as his fingers push up into your G-spot. You hear him groan behind you when your tongue darts out to lick his fingers that cover your mouth. He nips at the junction of your neck before he backs away.

“Turn around for me, dove,” He directs you with a hand.

You find yourself on your knees and you want to place your head back down on the pillows but Morpheus stops you.

“No.” He holds you up, his body flushed against your back. “Like this,” He pulls you up and holds your hand on the headboard, his fingers intertwining with yours as he keeps you there.

His lips follow your spine, kissing down, inch by inch. His hands leave you and go to pull down your pajama pants, leaving the heat of your core bare to the cold late-night air. Your back arches as his fingers find themselves into your cunt again and you feel the wetness of your pleasure dripping down the back of your thighs. The rapture feeling makes your head dip down, but you don’t dare to let go of the headboard as Morpheus had instructed.

Morpheus’ hand comes around your mouth again when your moans grow louder, your eyes roll to the back of your head as his fingers grow slicker and faster. You find yourself at the brink of your orgasm, cunt spasming as you clench on his fingers and your fingers gripping hard on the headboard, knuckles white, and head thrown back. Morpheus’ hand leaves your lips and gently wraps themselves across your throat, gently restricting the air that you want to breathe. White and blinding lights flash across the back of your eyelids as the searing pleasure of your orgasm shakes through your core. His fingers slow down as he helps you ride through your orgasm, leaving you panting and spent.

You feel his lips against your ears again, whispering sweet nothings to bring you back down to earth. Your teeth are still buzzing from the orgasm when you feel something hot and hard press against your entrance. He presses forward and you feel the pressure of it, but he doesn’t enter, not yet. You’re shaking your head no, mumbling for recovery from your previous orgasm.

“I can’t, not yet. I can’t,” You plea between pants.

“Yes, you can, darling. I know you can,” Morpheus says. He runs the pad of his finger down your spine, making your ass perk up higher into the air from the sensation of it. “Yes. Just like that,” His praise continues.

He sinks into you and the stretch is foreign. He’s girthy, bigger than you have taken before, but it’s not too uncomfortable. He has you panting without him even starting to move. He stays still as you squeeze your cunt around him and you’re further spurred on by his groans. Morpheus silences himself by pressing his lips to the nape of your neck, fingers intertwining with yours again on the headboard. His brows furrowed in concentration to give you time to adjust to him, but it’s hard, especially when you keep sucking him in like that.

Morpheus only starts to move when you push back against him, taking him in another inch.

“Fuck,” You hear him murmur in between your shoulder blades. One simple word and he has you palpable and jelly-like in his hands.

Morpheus starts his thrusts slow, but much like how he loves, they soon become more - harder, better. Your moans go from soft to loud to muffled until he’s inserting himself over and over with such force that you’re left soundless. His power of his thrusts makes your shirt rise up until it just barely covers your breasts and the spaghetti straps fall from your shoulders. He snakes one of his hands down the sweat-dewed skin of your stomach and makes contact with your enlarged clit.

He moans into your ear, unembarrassed when your cunt clenches harder around him when the finger pushes onto your clit. He starts to move the finger in slow circles around the nerves and your thighs start to shake. The rest of your body grows taught as his finger and cock slowly brings you to your second orgasm.

Your mouth remains open, whines and whimpers falling out, Morpheus had long given up on keeping you quiet and only the brief remembrance that Elise was just down the hall make you bite your lips to silence yourself. Your orgasm was there again, just a little bit more and you’ll feel euphoria again. But no matter how much Morpheus keeps thrusting into you, you don’t get any closer.

“Come for me,” He growls into your ear.

“I can’t!” You whine out. You’re trying! Can’t he see that? You want it just as bad.

“Yes, you can,” He huffs. His sucks a hickie on the peak of your shoulder blade and presses harder onto your clit.

“Now,” He commands and you do.

The snap was instantaneous and you taste blood on your tongue as your lip breaks open from the force of your bite. You feel each pulse of your orgasm rippling through you and then the sudden loss of Morpheus within you. You push your ass back into him, hoping to take him back into you. His cock instead rests between your ass checks when you feel the hot splurge of his cum splatter onto your back and the sound of your shared pants.

You’re not entirely sure how long the high of your orgasm lasts but you come back to you laying on Morpheus’ chest except this time completely naked.

“Did that really just happen?” You ask as sleep tugs on your eyes for the third time that night. The thunderstorm was long gone, and soft rain concludes the weekend long storm.

A soft chuckle leaves Morpheus’ lips and it shakes your head. “Yes.”

“What does this mean for us? For Elise?”

It takes a moment for Morpheus to answer and you think you fell back asleep.

“It means that we can be a family, shall you want it,” Morpheus says.

“That sounds perfect,” You smile and you know Morpheus could feel it on his chest when you do because when he speaks next, the happiness in his voice is genuine.

“Then how about a date tomorrow, my love?”

Ngl, this was so fun to write you guys. Thank you to [redacted] on hmmm, "helping" me with the smut inspiration. If only you knew this blog existed.

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How about azula realizing she really likes the reader after they take a life-threatening injury for her?? Love me some angst

Fiery Care - Azula x Reader os

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Azula x gn reader, tw: blood, heavy injury

1.340 words, please tell me if you find any mistakes!

I hope I got the request right, enjoy :)

No-one had prepared you for this. Rocks were being thrown at you by an earthbender, accompanied by the combined magic of a waterbender, the treacherous, disgraced prince, some incompetent boy with a sword and the Avatar himself.

You had trained firebending a lot, because, even considering that you were born into them, one only got accepted in the upper circles of the fire nation if one was a good fighter, but normally you were kept far away from any actual, real fights by your family, as they valued you - or rather your appearance; they wouldn't want their "little prodigy" to enter the service under the fire lord with any "flaws" that originated from missteps in battles.

However, you had insisted on taking part in this battle for a very special reason.

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A few hours earlier:

Azula walked, or rather marched, through the courtyard, straight towards you. That was a very rare sight and an unnerving one too, as you had long been plagued by strong unrequited feelings towards the princess. You quickly arranged your armour to look even more orderly and clean than it already was, acting with a nervousness and anticipation that would have told anyone who saw you that it was not just, like with anyone else, fear, that Azula ignited in you, but also some much warmer feelings.

Well, it might have told anyone, but Azula wasn't anyone, was she?

Her two friends who always escorted her probably knew, but that was no matter to worry about as they seemed pretty reasonable and pitied you, because of your feelings, to a degree at which they didn't feel the need to worsen your emotional state anymore by telling Azula about your feelings.

Now Azula stopped pretty close in front of you - she could probably feel the heat your reddened face emitted, but she did not seem to care.

"Y/N. Our scouts have tracked down the Avatar. We will leave in a few minutes to confront him and his companions. Father says it would be a good first fight for you, but honestly I don't care wether you accompany us as it likely won't make any difference. So you can stay here if you want to."

With much more energy than fitting you immediately responded that there could be nothing more delightful for you than joining her in battle. Ty Lee grinned at you from behind Azula, making you blush even harder.

Azula seemed unimpressed at your enthusiasm, but you didn't care. What mattered was that you would be close to her - or at least closer to her than normally - for a little while.

Also, you should be able to convince your parents to let you go if you mentioned that the fire lord himself thought that it was a good idea.

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Well, maybe the reason you took part in the battle wasn't even that special. You wanted to impress Azula, that was about it. A pretty dumb thought, if you thought about it - she was more or less infallible, how was one, especially you, to impress her?

However, there was not much time to think about such matters, as the attacks coming from the people you were facing seemed to become faster by the second.

You dodged a fire bolt the filthy traitor prince sent towards you and melted a stone that flew towards you mid air, freeing you up for just one moment of looking around the battlefield.

The first thing you noticed was dramatic. A whip made from sharpened, magical water made its way to Azula and she, who was in any other moment completely aware of her surroundings, was just preparing to defend against an attack from the Avatar-boy - she could get killed by that whiplash!

From one moment to another, your brain was deactivated and your protection-instincts, and maybe a bit of love, took over: in an enormous leap you rushed over to Azula - for one moment, everything was red and pain, but soon relieving darkness enclosed you.

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With an enormous wave of wind, the Avatar ripped two small trees out of the earth, throwing them at Azula. She laughed at that pathetic attempt to seize her, igniting the wood with such fire that only a drizzle of ashes arrived at her position. But that ominous rain not only consisted of the remains of the burned trees, but also of blood.

She quickly looked around herself to see from where the scarlet liquid could originate - the first thing she found was the origin of the terrible act: the waterbender-girl was retrieving a thread of water she had been bending for it to become sharp and deadly into the bottle she always carried around.

Continuing her search, she found, or rather stumbled upon you. You laid unconciously besides her feet, your shoulder bleeding furiously. Considering that you hadn't stood there a few moments ago and in which direction the whip had been flying, it did not take long for Azula to realise the whiplash had been meant for her.

Driven back by a continuously growing amount of fire nation soldiers, the Avatar and his partners fled the battlefield, giving Azula an oppertunity to lean down to you and inspect your barely breathing body further. The more she realised what had happened, the more irrational feelings rushed through her head.

Naturally, everyone would sacrifice themselves for her, right? She was Azula. She really should not feel bad for you, it had been your duty to save her. In fights, things like these happened. You had to live (or not, in some cases) with it.

Yet, she could not help telling the healers who soon arrived to be extra careful with you if they did not want to experience her wrath.

She also couldn't keep herself from waiting outside the healer's tent, anxiously expecting the moment you would leave it. You would leave it, after all. She demanded you did. There was simply no way you couldn't.

And, what was maybe the worst of all, your face did not want to leave her mind. The face she had seen so many times on the courtyard and that she had always taken for granted - and that had not lost any of its beauty even when tainted through your own dark blood.

Given the size of your wound the process of healing was a long and exhausting one, but each day Azulas hope of seeing you again grew with the increasingly positive reports of the healers she ordered them to bring her.

Quite a few times had Ty Lee told Azula, in a very subtle manner, that it was quite unusual for her to think about someone this much. To care about them, even. That it almost seemed as if she liked you.

Naturally, Azula refused to give such assumptions any credit. Romantic fantasies like this were for children, and she was the very confident princess of the fire nation, not some toddler, wasn't she?

Of course she had to admit that she valued your wellbeing a little bit more than everyone elses, but her liking you? How absurd. Ridiculous, even.

Anyways, the only thing she seemed to do the following days beside worrying about you was to emphasize that she did not in any way worry about you at all. Oh, she couldn't wait for the day you left the hospital so that she could ask you some serious questions about what you did to make her think about you.

When the day of your releasememt from the hospital came, though, any questions were quickly forgot. Alone the sight of your face made her see everything she could have ever asked for.

You too could not believe your luck when Azula was the first person to greet you after leaving the hospital; her inviting you to sit beside her at the royal dinner that evening exceeded all your dreams.

She stepped closer towards you, and your heart fluttered when you saw the same look in her eyes that you had been giving her for a long time.

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Kaleidoscope

aaron hotchner x f!reader

a/n: thank you to those who voted on the poll! i'll probably put up another one either tomorrow or the following day <3 inspiration from kaleidoscope by chappell roan !!

summary: to y/n, love is a kaleidoscope. as beautiful as it is, it's confusing and complicating, and it hurts so much.

warnings: not proof read </3 she's angsty (w/ a happy ending) mentions of guns, mentions of death (very little don't worry), mentions of throwing up, violence, hotch is a bit of a dick but he has redemption...?

word count: 3k

Love is a beautiful thing. It can bring light into your life. It's the brightest of colors, the most elegant of shapes. To put it simply, love is like a kaleidoscope.

Love is also a complicated thing. How it works– you'll never truly know. There’s change, but it also stays the same. It’s never confined to a shape alone. Again, in simple terms, love is like a kaleidoscope.

For Y/N, that was the easiest way to put it. When in love, it seemed as though her entire world shifted. It was a confusing and beautiful mess. The problem with this tilted and symmetrical mirror view though, was integrated in the blind spots. In Y/N’s case, that meant her judgment– one of the most integral aspects of her job as an FBI profiler.

She wasn't sure when she switched to her kaleidoscope view on life, but she knew it had to be around the time Hotch offered himself up as bait to the current unsub they were trying to catch. She was worried– she had a right to be. Her and Aaron had been together for a little over a year now– you could say they were in it for the long haul– and she didn't want to lose her love, her life, her future. She was on edge for the rest of the case, but the worst was the moment it was confirmed the unsub had Hotch.

The team was ordered to sit in the car. Stay in the car until they heard either the code word from Hotch or a confession from the unsub. Y/N knew to take orders seriously– she was almost as stern as Aaron at times when it came to protocol during undercover ops. The problem came when they could clearly hear things start to get rough and not only were they still missing a confession, but Hotch had yet to say anything. She was terrified. He didn't have his gun– the entire team knew he would've been searched the moment he walked in the high-end club the victims frequented– and the thought of him not being able to defend himself sent chills down Y/N’s body.

Again, she can't remember the exact moment it happened, but one minute she was in the passenger seat staring intently at the door to the club while listening in, and the next she sent a bullet through the unsub’s head.

She fucked up.

She knew she fucked up the moment Aaron made eye contact with her and behind the lividness, she barely found the love that resided. She wanted to explain herself. She wanted to tell him that the reason why she went in guns blazing was because he was going to get himself killed. She couldn't live without him. She didn't want to.

Unfortunately, that time never came. The moment they found themselves alone in the aftermath happened to be when the paramedic left Hotch after a quick check-up.

“You're lucky.”

His rough voice caused Y/N’s body that had been previously leaned against the ambulance to shift towards Hotch. “Excuse me?”

“You're lucky. If he wasn't the unsub and if he hadn't been assaulting me, you'd end up fired. Possibly arrested.”

“Aaron, you have to know–”

“You crossed a line.” His voice was raised, “when we got into this relationship we had a conversation. Keep it out of the field and away from the team until it is necessary for them to know.”

She scoffed at his words, “you're worried about the team finding out? We just had our one year anniversary two months ago. I live with you and Jack for God’s sake, Aaron. Your life is one of the most important to me– I would do it again if I had to.”

“You crossed a line,” he repeated, exasperation on his face. He was acting as if she wasn't understanding a word he said. “How the Hell am I supposed to trust you?”

Y/N’s eyebrows raised, “oh my fucking God.” She shook her head and turned her back to him, placing her hands on her head as she heard the low mumble she definitely wasn't supposed to hear.

“We were better when we were barely friends.”

What the actual fuck.

Tears began to burn in her eyes as she spun around and saw the look on Aaron’s face. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. She opened and closed her mouth twice before words spew out with a sob. “Well if that's what you want, agent Hotchner.”

She could barely look at him again, so she quickly walked away. She didn't speak to anyone. She sat alone on the jet ride back to Quantico and as soon as they hit the tarmac, she booked a hotel.

When the two mandatory days the team gets off ends, Y/N immediately calls out sick. The anxiety of having to see, hear, or even being in the same building as Hotch made her physically sick, and she was in no shape to be driving down to the office. She feels like a coward– she has this idea that a “strong woman” wouldn't just run away to a hotel when shit hits the fan. She thinks they'd stay and fight, or at least grab their stuff before leaving, but when she was in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet as the feelings from the last few days trek through her body, she realizes that she is a strong woman. She walked away from him. Albeit, she let him decide where their relationship stood after his snide comment, she was still the one to take herself away from the situation.

What he said hurt her. She knows she would follow his lead with whatever is decided in regards to their relationship. Even though it felt as if he made that decision right then and there. Even after the hurt that he caused her heart, body, and soul with his words, she always seemed to go back to her kaleidoscope view. Things seem to be changing… but they always stay the same.

She took another two days to herself. The second day in her hotel room was spent trying to gain the energy back she initially lost while her body found a temporary home on the bathroom floor, and the third was spent using her key to grab a few of her clothes from the home she shared with the Hotchner boys while Aaron was at the BAU and Jack was at school.

Jack. God, she didn't even want to think about how he may have been feeling. That boy felt like her own in every way that counted. She hopes Aaron broke it to him gently… whatever “it” is.

When she did come back to work, she was bombarded by multiple questions from the team regarding her whereabouts. “I’m fine, I’m fine. I must've gotten something during the last case.”

She spoke that lie with her full chest. She had to, especially in a room full of profilers.

When the interrogation was over, she was barely able to sit down before hearing the voice she had been dreading for almost a week. “Y/L/N.”

Hesitantly, she turned her head up to see Hotch at his office door. The nod of his head requested her to go in there and talk to him, and she immediately felt a turning in her stomach.

She counted as she walked up. Normally, she would be up there in less than thirty seconds. This time, she took a minute and forty two seconds.

“Yes?”

The look on his face looked pained with a mix of anger. “Why weren't you here? What if we had a case?”

“I was sick.” Her voice was soft. She really wasn't in the mood to fight.

“This is why we shouldn't have started any–” he cut himself off, a look of regret immediately flooding his face. “I meant that our relationship shouldn't be getting in the way of work. The team–”

“Aaron, I was really sick.” She was tired of his whole “the team” bullshit. Oh fucking well if they knew. “You know,” she continued as she stared at him, “throwing up in a hotel bathroom and all.” On instinct, his eyes not-so subtly panned down to her stomach, and a ball of fury must have risen up from the depths of Hell and found itself in her because maybe she was ready to fight. “Do not flatter yourself, Aaron.”

Her eyes were wild, and his paled expression knew he was about to have his ass handed to him. “I have no idea who you think you are. Yes, you are my boss, but you are– or were– my partner. Equals. You're allowed to get pissed with me, you're allowed to reprimand me as your subordinate, but you are not allowed to talk to me as if I foiled your little plan on keeping our relationship a dirty little secret to the team.” Taking a breath, she felt the tears she thought she had left back at the hotel make an appearance. “I understand wanting to keep things professional, but you lost that when you brought up our personal relationship in order to make me feel like shit in the field.

“I was terrified for you. Terrified! I never want to imagine losing you– Jack losing another parent, but that's all that went through my mind, and the fact that you're more worried about my professionalism, and me making the team realize we're together is extremely telling.” Feeling a sob making its way through her body, she spoke her next words with as much grace and dignity as she could muster. “I tormented myself these past few days thinking I was a coward running away from this fight, but I’m not. I’m letting you decide. Go ahead, be the coward, and I’ll find a way to understand. Maybe one day we’ll go back to barely being friends.”

She could barely make it out of his office before she completely broke down, and ran to the bathroom out of sight from everyone. However hard she tried though, the entire bullpen was able to see and hear her, and eyes immediately went to Hotch.

“What the Hell happened?” Morgan looked frazzled. No one has ever seen Y/N like this.

“Hotch, what’s going on?”

“Is Y/N okay?”

“Should one of us go to her?”

“Aaron.”

The last voice he heard was the one to pull him away from staring at where Y/N walked away to. Looking over, Rossi had a solemn expression and gestured to Hotch to follow him in his office.

“What's happening with you two?”

The question was a simple one really. Before the last case, Aaron would say that he and Y/N are happily in love. They found solace in one another, Jack loves her, he wants to marry her. He still does, that hasn't changed, but the moment he saw Y/N rush into the club putting everything at risk for him… it scared him. He knew he would have done the same thing, but seeing the way Y/N could so easily risk her job, her life, just to save him? He never wanted that to have to happen. So maybe the question was simple, but his true answer would be loaded.

“We’re together,” he opted out of explanation. He knew Rossi would understand.

“Yes, and?”

With furrowed eyebrows, Hotch tilted his head. Rossi had this look on his face as if it wasn't a shock that they were together. “and I screwed up.”

“How,” the older man was getting impatient.

Sighing, Aaron closed his eyes. “I said things. I made her feel bad and prioritized keeping us a secret and being professional.”

“You must not think we’re good profilers."

Aaron knew what he meant by that. The smirk on Rossi’s face said that he didn't even believe what he was saying. Deep down, he did entertain the idea that the team already knew about them, and the more he thought about that, the less and less his anger towards Y/N was originally rooted in spilling that secret.

When he hadn't said anything for a few moments, Rossi spoke again. “So what was the real issue?”

Shaking his head, Hotch scoffs. “She is so selfless at times it scares me.” Rossi’s silence prompted him to continue. “She risked so much going in that club and killing that unsub, but all she cared about was me. She told me she couldn't imagine Jack losing another parent and I just– it reminds me of Haley.”

A look of understanding washes over Rossi’s face as Hotch continues.

“This job kills, Dave. The only way I know how to compartmentalize when it comes to it is to stay professional and try not to think about the love of my life also there doing what I do and potentially getting herself killed. I don't think me or Jack could go through losing someone else.”

“Tell her that.” Rossi’s voice is stern. “Don't push away everything you two have built– which I’m assuming took about a year to build?”

“A couple months over.”

“And I’m assuming you love together seeing that none of us are ever invited over to your places,” the smirk on his face caused a light blush to appear on Aaron’s face. They really never were that subtle. “But Aaron, I think you're too old for me to say this but love is a crazy thing. It’s the nicest but also the most confusing thing. She will understand how you're feeling. It seems to me she already knows that feeling.”

Feeling a thousand times better but a million times worse after thinking about Y/N currently breaking down, Aaron makes a move towards the door to go find her, but is stopped when JJ gives both him and Rossi a weak smile.

“We got a case.”

It’s five days later and the case is still ongoing. Y/N’s been distant– rightfully so– and Hotch has been trying to find every moment possible to talk to her, but it’s dejectedly decided that won't be happening until afterwards. A break in the case had finally happened when they had come to the realization that the unsub had to be an officer on the case, and unfortunately that officer happened to be the one Y/N was currently riding with to a crime scene.

The team was at the precinct when Hotch’s phone rang, an incoming call from Y/N, and the dreadful sense of deja vu set in when he heard the voices on the other end.

“Where are you taking me?” Y/N asked. A slight panic could be detected in her voice.

“I told you… the next crime scene.”

“You'll never get away with it.”

The click of a gun could be heard and hot tears began to stream down Aaron’s face. “Try me, Sweetheart.”

“Garcia, we need that location,” Morgan could be heard behind him, but he was hyper focused on his phone. Mumbles and grunts were the only things heard on the speaker of Hotch’s phone followed by the sound of car doors closing. “Highland Bakery! Garcia says it's been abandoned for thirty years.”

Hotch was the first one out the door. It wasn't happening. Y/N would be safe. He refused anything otherwise.

When they reached the building Hotch had to remind himself over and over again to stay rational. He had to stay level headed and keep you safe, which is what he did. The moment the tact team went in there, Y/N was found half asleep, arms chained above her head, duct tape over her mouth, and cut marks along her legs. She was hurt, but she was safe. Hotch didn't even care about the unsub at that point, knowing the rest of the team was more than qualified to apprehend him. His main priority was getting Y/N to the paramedics as soon as possible.

Hours later sitting in a tiny hospital chair, Aaron held onto her hand for dear life. Her hand squeezed his, causing him to become vigilant, and when she opened her eyes, he immediately started to cry and brush her hair back. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Her voice was rough, and she sat up the tiniest bit before slightly moving her hand out of his.

His heart dropped once she did that, and the words began to flow out of his mouth. “I love you so much, please tell me you know that.” He waited a beat as she gently nodded, which he took as permission to continue. “I’m an ass. I said things that make me hate myself because you deserve so much more than that. I was scared. I'm always scared when it comes to you and this job, but something just snapped at that moment and I realized how much we risk for each other. You say you don't want to imagine losing me, well I can't imagine losing you. I am so in love with you and so please, I promise to not be an ass about it but I also need you to promise to be safe.”

They were both crying at that point. “I’m still upset about what you said.”

He nodded his head quickly, “which is expected and valid.”

“And you need to get over the team knowing.”

“Already done.”

She lifted an eyebrow and gave a slow nod. “And I need you to know that I love you too.” He laughed and pressed their lips together, only breaking away to catch their breaths. “Next time you offer yourself up as bait to an unsub,” she began, her voice just barely above a whisper, “please use the code word so that I don't have to hear you getting hurt.”

With their foreheads touching, he brushed their noses against each other. “How about one just for us? So we both know when to walk away.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Any word you want.”

Y/N took a moment before a small smile made its way on her face. “How about… kaleidoscope?”

“Kaleidoscope?”

“Yeah. It reminds me of you. Of love.”

Aaron smiles with her and slightly leans back in to fit their lips together. Love is a beauteous mess with every emotion reflecting off of those you love. Love is a kaleidoscope.

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runnning-outof-time · 9 months

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For the ‘little intimate things that leave me breathless’ thing, could you do “having a piece of hair brushed off your face as you're reading or looking down.” With Tommy pretty please if you are able! 💖 Thank you!

Thanks so much for sending this in, anon! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write — I hope you enjoy this fluffy piece! Also sorry one last time for the spamming of stories that I’ve been doing … I hope it hasn’t been overwhelming, and that the reason behind me wanting to clear out my asks and drafts will make sense tomorrow. Enjoy! 🥰

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A Good Look

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: smoking

Summary: Tommy tries to smooth-talk his way back into a good standing with (Y/N). It doesn’t quite go the way he hopes it would…or maybe it does.

(Y/N) was engrossed in the ledgers when the sound of the door opening echoed through the otherwise empty betting shop floor. She didn’t bother to look up, knowing exactly who had entered from the sound of the shoes on the hardwood alone.

She continued reading as Tommy took a seat in the chair across from her, hearing him go about fishing his cigarettes out of his pocket so that he could put one between his lips and light it with a match. It was only after he asked “what is that?” that she brought her eyes up to meet his.

“The ledger from the Eden Club,” she answered flatly, holding his gaze for a moment before dropping it back down to the paper.

“Why do you have it?” was his next question.

“Arthur gave it to me…he wanted to have someone check it over to make sure it was done properly,” she answered, her words making him scoff.

“Bloody Arthur,” he mumbled, shaking his head, “he probably didn’t look it over in the first place.” His statement made (Y/N) glance up at him again, her eyebrows raising as he continued to mumble something about how he should have never trusted his brother with such a big responsibility.

Not saying anything in response, (Y/N) shook her head at her husband’s mutterings before focusing herself on the ledger again. She read a few more lines, focused on the numbers and the meanings behind them, before she felt the strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face being tucked behind her ear. When she looked up, she found Tommy moving back to sit normally again after having leaned over the table. “What was that for?” she couldn’t help but ask, an eyebrow quirked.

“Just wanted to get a good look at you, love…haven’t seen you in a few days,” he answered, the right corner of his lips tugging upwards. (Y/N) couldn’t help but snort at his statement. Her reaction filled Tommy with confusion. “What?” he had to ask. Usually his smooth-talking would be met with an equally as smooth and flirty response, or at the very least a grin. So to get the complete opposite this time sent his mind into a whirl.

“Schmoozing me isn’t going to make this go away that easily, Thomas,” she told him, pressing her lips into a tight line.

“Make what go away?”

“That stunt you and your brothers pulled at the Eden Club before taking it from Sabini…” she didn’t hesitate in spelling it out for him, “there’s about a million better ways that you could have gone about that.”

Tommy sighed almost immediately after hearing the reason behind her sour mood. “(Y/N)…” he started, taking a deep drag from his cigarette before he continued - because he most certainly needed it, “we needed to show Sabini that we were serious. We didn’t enter that club with the intention of having things go the way we did…”

“Sure,” (Y/N) was quick to cut into this explanation, sarcasm laced into her voice.

“It’s the truth,” he defended himself.

“You don’t go anywhere without a plan, Tommy, and you know damn well that your plan’s going to work the way you want it to ninety-nine percent of the time. You entered that club with the intention of making a violent statement, and you and your brothers succeeded in pulling it off.”

Silence fell in the room after (Y/N) finished her frustrated statement. They kept their eyes on each other, watching the other’s moves intently; looking for any possible microexpression.

It wasn’t until Tommy glanced down at the ledger that the silence was broken: “you’re unhappy with how we went about our business there, but yet you’re still checking over the club’s ledger,” he pointed out, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Tommy…” (Y/N) said in a huff, annoyed that he had to be so cocky, but yet so right.

He said nothing in response and instead relaxed back into the chair, clasping his hands over his abdomen. The smirk that was threatening to break into his face was in full view now.

“Have you gotten your good look yet?” (Y/N) broke the silence, her one eyebrow raised inquisitively.

“Hmm?” Tommy hummed, amusement clear in his voice.

(Y/N) huffed at his response. “Will you get outta here so that I can finish this up?” she asked a different question, trying not to completely crack her countenance.

Ever the betting man, Tommy tried to wage a deal: “Depends, will I see you later?”

“If you leave now?” she asked, seeing him nod before it was her turn to grin, “maybe.”

“Alright then,” he nodded, standing from the chair to go to the door of the shop. He turned to look at her before leaving, seeing that she had already dove back into checking the ledger. He just had to get one more good look at her before leaving.

(Y/N) shook her head as she heard the door to the shop shut. That was one way to get rid of him, she thought to herself with a grin.

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Lone Wolf final summary

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Here is the little bit of closure I can offer you for this series. I'm really sorry I'm not able to finish this like I planned, but I'm really grateful for everyone who has taken this journey with me. I might come back to this au at some point, who knows, but this is it for now 😔

Hoseok is, in fact, pregnant. Yn could tell from his scent and decided to stay home to help him manage the pack house.

Yn gets arrested and charged for manslaughter. Jin and yn bond when he defends her as her attorney. He learns the rest of the details about her relationship with her former alphas, including the fact that she had actually been pregnant twice while with them, but lost the babies both times either bc she was too small to carry them or bc of abuse. She doesn't know for sure, but that's why she's so afraid of getting pregnant.

Yn is acquitted after a dramatic trial and able to return to the pack.

The remaining alphas officially start to court her.

The pack alphas all go into rut. In this universe, when one pack member starts, the others will be triggered, and yn also goes into heat, creating a really competitive environment. In this case, it's Namjoon that triggers the others. Jin makes protecting Hobi his main priority, but even he isn't able to just ignore YN. Fierce Yoongi, conflicted Jin, whiney tae and joon. Poor Jimin and Jungkook are just trying to make sure no one gets hurt. Poor babies.

After the rut, yn finally accepts them all as well as her place in the pack. Even Namjoon, after finding out what everyone means when they say he's just a puppy.

I'm not exactly sure how things would end but i really like the idea of them all going on like a big camping trip and just like going out and healing in nature 🥺

Sorry there isn't more. These are all the thoughts that are left in my airy little head for this AU.

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scekrex · 3 months

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Would you write for fallen angel Adam? Like readers a sinner and is reassuring Adam that he's still fine af as a demon, he's constantly defending Adam because that's his boo, like fighting for his life levels of 'hear me out' because everyone at the hotel genuinely thinks he's nuts for dating Adam (Charlie you don't understand, the dick is GOOD)

Stick It To The (Wo)Man

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Ever since Adam had arrived in hell, things were different. Not only between you and him, but also between you and… well pretty much everybody.

When Adam had arrived at the hotel, he had been furious, because how was it possible for the first man, the og dick, the creator of all mankind after Eve to end up in hell? There was simply no fucking way. And yet there he was, sitting on the couch in the lobby, playing on his guitar. With a sigh he dropped his guitar onto his stomach and laid down, his hands supporting his head from behind. Things were so different, so ew. Charlie was constantly glued to his ass to make sure he was attending to group exercises, Angel was getting on his nerves ever since the porn demon had figured out he was fucking you - dating you even and Vaggie, well she hated his guts.

The fallen angel looked up when steps on the stairs echoed through the empty lobby and his mood brightened at least a little at the sight of your face. “Sup babes,” he lazily smiled at you as he put his guitar on the floor. “Sup Dickmaster,” you grinned at him in return. You sat down on the armrest of the couch, Adam was quick to lift his head in order to rest it on your lap. Your hand softly stroked through his hair. How early was it? You weren't sure, it was - however - way too fucking early to be awake. But Adam's missing warmth had caused you to get up and look for him because whenever the first man left your shared bed early, he wasn't doing well. “How fucked are we?” you asked and Adam's golden eyes shot up to look at you, a dead serious expression on his face. “Fucked babes, completely up the ass without any mercy or preparation,” he answered your question and his eyes moved from yours to the roof. What had he done wrong to deserve this? The brunette didn't know.

“Like who the fuck will take me serious in heaven with these fucking horns, a motherfucking tail and in God's mighty name claws. They'll laugh at me, fuck, they're probably laughing right now,” the last sentence was nothing more than a whimper. You grabbed a fistful of Adam's hair and pulled on it, the first man yelped in pain as you brought his face close to yours, “You hate all these features and yet they make you look so fucking hot.” Adam's tail flicked to slightly slap you on the forehead and you smirked at that as you let go of his hair, “See, that's what I'm talking about. Your angelself could've never.” Well yeah, Adam guessed you had a point with that. Instead of slapping you again, the fallen angel used the sharp tip of his tail to tickle your nose, earning himself a soft and warm sounding chuckle. He liked to see you happy, especially because hell was depressing as fuck. “Still a fucking hottie,” you hummed as your thumb softly hovered over Adam's bottom lip, playfully the taller man wrapped his lips around your finger before you were able to pull back and shot you a wicked grin.

“Fucking go to your room,” Husk grumbled as he walked past the both of you, Adam shot the winged cat a venomous look but you simply patted his chest softly, a sign that you would handle the situation. “What crawled up your ass?” you asked with an raised eyebrow and Husk turned around to eye you, then Adam. His eyes were filled with disgust and hatred, “His existence in this fucking hotel.” That was something you wouldn't let slide.

When Adam had been an angel, before he had fallen, he never cared for sinners, if he would've found you during extermination day, he would have killed you like he did with the rest. But you were always able to look past his facade, you had been able to tell the difference between an act and real emotions. And then he fell. He fell and you took him under your wing, guided him to the hotel and gave him new self esteem.

“The fuck's your problem man, everyone deserves redemption, Adam's no expectation,” you raised your voice a little which made Adam's attention shift yet again, his focus was on you and only you. Because while the fallen angel was very much able to stick it to the man himself, he loved to watch you when you got all worked up because someone was trash talking Adam. “Yeah right, after killing thousands of us, he sure does,” Husk bit back sarcastically and rolled his eyes as he was about to turn around again. But in your book, he wasn't clean yet. “Honestly? Fuck you Husk. We've all made mistakes, no fucking matter if it was as a human or a sinner. Angels make fucking mistakes too,” Adam wanted to disagree, wanted to put his finger on your lips to silence you and clarify that he had never made a mistake in his fucking life. But apparently that had been a lie anyways, so there was no point for him to interrupt. “He made mistakes but he's here now to get better so up your fucking ass, I hope you choke on your motherfucking bitterness,” you flipped the gambler off. He could suck your fucking dick.

And then Charlie entered the scene. Her face scrunched up as she saw the both of you on the couch. It wasn't that he had a problem with you and Adam being a couple in general, but she was worried. The devil's daughter was also convinced that you could do better than Adam and even if that was true - which you highly doubted - you didn't want better. You wanted Adam, with all his stupidity and imperfections. “Hey guys,” the princess of hell greeted those who were awake already. Adam raised his hand and hummed tiredly while you petted his hair and gave her a nod. Husk didn't respond at all.

“Before you say anything,” you stopped the princess as she was trying to make an announcement, “We’re not in.” Charlie's smile fell from her face and she looked… sad? Disappointed? Worried? Maybe all of it. “Babes isn't feeling well and we'll take today off to fix that,” the brunette closed his eyes as he leaned into your soft touch, agreeing with a quiet, “What shawty said.” Charlie visibly cringed at the pet names and mumbled quietly to herself, “You could do so much better, Y/N.”

However, her words had been loud enough for Adam and you to hear. Adam's eyes watched your every movement, fascination was visible in them as he drank in the emotions that were on display. “You can go fuck yourself too, Charlie. It's not your fucking position to decide what's good for me ‘n’ what's not. You don't like Adam? Fucking fine. But shut your fucking mouth and keep those thoughts to yourself,” Adam's hand reached up to caress your cheek in order to calm you down and even though you didn't quite know why, it helped. “I don't fucking like Vaggie but do you hear me bitching about her being your girlfriend? Fuck nah, because it's not my goddamn position,” while Adam's touch helped, it didn't turn your emotions off and while there were only a few things you truly hated, everyone being a fucking cunt towards your boyfriend was the one thing you hated most. “I love this fuckhead and he loves me, we're happy. The rest is none of your fucking business,” you turned around to point at Husk who had been watching the scenario with curious ears and eyes. “The same goes for you, mind your own fucking business and leave us fucking be,” the brunette's hand tilted your head to look down at him, a proud smirk was on his lips as he lifted himself up slightly and pulled your face down at the same time to place a soft kiss on your lips. “Fucking love it when you stand your ground, babes,” he hummed against your lips, the others were long forgotten as you leaned in to kiss the fallen angel yet again.

Angel stumbled down the stairs and whistled at the sight of you and Adam kissing, “Fucking hot,” the porn actor commented. Once the kiss had ended you turned towards Charlie while pointing at Angel, “See? He's a bitch but at least he's supportive.” Angel simply shrugged as he sat down at the bar to have a chat with Husk, “Y’know, I can't hate on love darlin’.”

It made Adam feel a little better to know that you were there for him, that - no matter what - he could count on you. And he loved you for that.

“Besides,” Adam peeked up as you raised your voice again, sounding quite proud, “The og dick is fucking fantastic, so you go fuck Vaggie 'n' I'll continue to enjoy getting dicked down.” Charlie's cheeks turned bright red as she turned on her heels and left the lobby with a quiet, “Too much information.”

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iouinotes · 4 months

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Heroic Betrayal | Luke Castellan (part 1)

SPOILER FOR THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS SERIES AND THE BOOKS

pairing: Luke Castellan x female!reader

show: Percy Jackson and the Olympians

warnings: dark!character, betrayal, implied sexual content, heavy angst, kidnapping

word count: 5,8k

summary: When Luke switches to the dark side, he tries everything possible to win you for him.

a/n: so as the show comes to an end (dont cry dont cry dont cry), I thought I would finally post this :)))

read part 2 here

"I'll find you!" his voice echoes through the forest, my laughter much louder than I intend to. But that´s just how it always goes. It's our own little tradition.

Every year when the camp starts again and we meet after the holidays passed, we play hide and seek in the dangerous forest of the half-blood camp. The creatures usually don't come across our path, in recent years it has rarely happened, that we actually had to defend ourselves against them.

Once it was an angry dryad, who threw branches at me (she had a crush on Luke and wanted revenge, but since I could understand her feelings and felt sad for her, we sorted it out).

Another time we were spotted by some camp members, who made fun of us, but Luke must have said something to them later, because we haven't been bothered by these troublemakers since.

It is always the same pattern, but each time there is still something special about it. We have grown, became more mature (I think), and have more and more experience about the struggles in life.

So being able to just let go for a few moments and being completely alone with him is probably the best thing to keep myself sane (even if he drives me a little bit crazy with the love I hold for him).

But a lot has changed recently.

It all started when rumors spread, that Zeus' lightning bolt had been stolen by Poseidon's son. And then the most supportive, bravest, sassy kid in the world showed up here. Percy Jackson. Ever since I met him, even though it's not his fault, there's been war going on. The gods are angry, the monster attacks became worse and again, rumors about the oldest, most powerful titan Kronos reached the camp.

It scared and frightened many people, including me. That's why we've been training harder and stay awake, even when the stars are shining, so that we can prepare for any catastrophe. To be able to fight.

My mother is the goddess Demeter, my father a simple man. I adore them both, even though my mother isn't one of my closest contacts. But I never really held that against her, because at least she decided to acknowledge me as her daughter. After all, it's a privilege that not everyone gets. My siblings and friends at camp are important to me, but the world is changing and so is everything around it.

The only stability I have left is my boyfriend Luke.

If I had to rely on one person in the whole world (and by that I also mean the underworld), it would be him.

He's been my best friend since I arrived at this camp. We've been together through ups and downs, I know every side of him and he knows everything about me too. Many of the people here are like blank pages to me, but not him. He is like my favorite book, that lays open to me and allows me to read each letter individually. Just as I know every of his dreams, every secret, every truth and every lie. He is my protector, my hero in every dark night and every bright day. Without him, I don't even know who I am. He is a part of me and my heart wouldn't be whole without him.

I watched him grow up. From the small, thin boy whose eyes hid so much pain and sadness to the strong, soulful leader he is today.

His beauty cannot be influenced by anything, he is like my very own sun, without him I could not survive.

I wouldn't want it any other way though.

Now, I'm hiding behind a tree with my back pressed against the bark and I am able to hear the cracking and swinging of the branches.

I smile so wide, that my cheeks start to hurt, when I hear his voice calling. My heart is beating in my throat, but it's not just the adrenaline of not getting caught. It's because of my love for him, which is so strong that sometimes I'm afraid of it. But only in the moments when I realize that nothing, but him is my biggest flaw. I think I would do anything for him.

Then I concentrate again and listen to the sounds around me. But his voice has fallen silent and I don't hear his footsteps anymore.

My eyebrows furrow, confused I try to look around the tree and search for an orange t-shirt. Likely together with his slim body, biceps, beautiful face and wonderful personality.

But when I want to withdraw again, it's already too late. A branch breaks behind me and before I can move I'm pushed against the tree from behind.

I immediately feel his body against mine, hear the laughter in his voice and listen to his strained breathing. His hands wrap around my body and turn me towards him, so that we are now face to face.

He's taller than me and as I look up, I feel the familiar fluttering feeling in my chest. I am so in love with him.

He grins triumphantly at me and I lean against the tree, smiling kindly.

"Found you, princess." The light reflects in his brown eyes and some of his curls are laying wildly on his head. He looks like an angel.

"I made it easy for you." My voice teases him and when he leans in so close to me, that our lips almost touch, I forget how to think properly. A habit I can't change. He's just so captivating.

"Yeah? You think I wouldn't have found you otherwise? Funny. I remember that in the last few years, I always was the winner of our little game." His lips brush mine, I want nothing more than to kiss him. But he knows that, which is why he slowly pulls back, when I start to lean forward.

When I want to complain, he puts his hand around my waist and pulls me into his chest. My knees almost give out, I feel so intoxicated by his presence.

"I-I wanted you to find me." My voice whispers quietly.

His eyebrows rise in mock surprise.

"Then I guess, I can claim my prize without feeling bad." In the next second, his lips are on mine and I'm unable to do anything, other than kissing him back. I wrap my arms around his neck and enjoy the warmth that radiates from him. He sets my heart on fire.

While pushing me against the tree, I've completely forgotten about, he lets his hands wrap possessively around my waist. Digging his nails into my hips, to keep me grounded. Otherwise, I would probably get lost in those sensations.

Luke kisses in a way, like it's the last time he'll have the chance. (As if I would ever want to keep him from doing that).

He's passionate, my body feels like it's on fire and the heat inside me feels so good, that I want more. I can never get enough of him and he knows it. He grins against my lips, but he doesn't break the kiss. I think he secretely loves knowing how much he can mess with me, with just a few kisses.

My hands find his hair and pull him closer to me, our chests touch and his breathing mingles with mine.

It is wonderful and so precious, I would refuse any gift from the gods just to be close to him.

When he pulls away from me, our bodies are still close. My eyes open and look dreamily into his, our gazes reflect a familiarity and love that is like nothing I have ever experienced.

He smiles at me, pushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear and leans himself against me. His fingers stroke the exposed skin of my pulled-up shirt.

"I've missed you." If my heart hasn't melted before, it has now. I give him a kiss on the cheek and hug him, we stand in our embrace for a moment. Enjoying each other's closeness, the calm feeling until the next chaotic situation happens.

"Now we are together again. Only that matters." It's quiet around us and when I close my eyes for the second time, I hear his fast heartbeat. I have to supress a smile.

The wind is the only thing I hear until his voice breaks the silence.

"Something will happen soon. Something big." The peaceful atmosphere is threatened by his words and when I look at his face again, I see his worried eyes.

I sigh, but then nod to agree with him. "I thought about that too, it feels different. Like something is coming our way, that we can't control."

His fingers stroke my cheek and for a moment, his face holds an expression, that I can't understand. It resembles regret.

But before I can ask him about it, he smiles tenderly at me again.

"Nothing will separate us. The world is just a game. It's a matter of time and making the right moves." That is his motto. But I'm not always convinced of this. Even though I trust him to do the right thing.

"I'm just worried we'll get seperated, you know? Evil can be sneaky and traitors always exist. You never know who you can trust." Something I said must have really bothered him, because he looks like I just stabbed him.

This time I ask him about it.

"What's on your mind? You can tell me. Two people who worry about something are better, than one who is alone with it." I take his hand and stroke his skin, it feels cold even though we have summer.

"Nothing, just- I don't want to lose you. I couldn't be here without you. I need you. I mean...I-I love you. You know that I would do anything to keep us together, right?"

His words surprise me. I know he loves me. I can sense that, everyone probably does. But he has never worn his heart on his sleeve and the three magical words only come out of his mouth on special occasions. The fact that he's telling me now surprises me.

"Of course. I trust you. We will survive together, I know that. Are you worried because of the rumors about the Titan King?" This topic is always very critical and he usually doesn't like to talk about it, but this time I decide to address it directly.

"He will come. I just want you to be safe, when it happens." He sounds so confident it gives me goosebumps.

"Perhaps. His followers will definitely try. But love is stronger than anything else. Especially our love. We will get through it." He doesn't look convinced, so I turn his face towards mine and kiss him.

My voice sounds soft, when I speak again.

"Luke, I love you. I could never leave you. Not even the King of the Underworld will be able to keep us apart. I promised to be by your side in every moment of our lives. You are my soul and without it I am damned."

This seems to reassure him, but I feel like he's not telling me something of great importance. But I don't want to push him, I know he will tell me when the time comes.

He always does.

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As the day comes to an end, I say goodnight to my siblings and report for my night watch duty. The situation has been a lot more worse the recent weeks. Kronos exists, my worst fear was confirmed. And he is building an army, that is so strong that it will be difficult to fight against it. But what I'm really worried about are the rumors about our people, who have also joined his cause.

Nobody knows who, the spies have been hiding ever since. I've never felt like I was paying more attention to my words than I am now. The only person I don't have to hold back to is Luke.

But even with him I notice the effects of the bad news. The circles under his eyes are darker than ever and his nerves are so frayed, that every little thing makes him want to explode. His temper is hanging by a thread, that is increasingly threatening to break. And I'm trying everything to prevent this.

No matter if I try it by making him laugh (which has become difficult), massaging his tense shoulders, trying to kiss him to the point of forgetfulness (usually it's the other way around) or when he takes out his frustration by burying himself deep inside me. With every thrust of his hips, I feel him relax, his hand so tight around my body as if I would run away, if he didn't hold me close enough.

He's changing and I'm trying my best to maintain his good sides. That he doesn't completely lose himself in his responsibilities and the pressure, that he has, because he is a member of the camp council.

Besides, I can't complain, when he fucks me until I can't breathe aynmore and I block out everything around me. When he comes, he whispers the sweetest things in my ear. Even if sometimes they sound so protective, that I could almost come from his voice alone.

When he whispers to me how good I am for him or how much he loves being able to have such a power over me like that - maybe it should scare me, but I trust him like no one else.

My mind concentrated his best for my shift, but when I finally go to bed after quiet some time, my eyes quickly close.

Looking back, I wish I had never let myself sleep that night.

Because, when I close my eyes I see waves. Hear the seagulls screaming in the sky, the fish swimming in the water and the distant cries of strangers.

It's all unusual and the bright light would blind me, if I didn't avert my gaze. And as soon as I do it, I see a ship. It's huge, rust shimmers in the sunrays, the anchor shows that it's been in the same place for a while now.

I feel something pulling me towards it, pushing and burning in my chest, leaving me with a tremor that I can feel, even in my deep sleep.

As I flit through the window like a ghost, I feel paralyzed. My blood freezes, I want to disappear immediately and in my mind I scream at myself to wake up.

But it's no use, whatever is here, someone decided that I have to see it. Only then, my wish will be fulfilled and I can wake up. So, I hide in a corner, there are scratched picture frames above me and broken glass is scattered on the floor. The monsters that loudly crush the glass ahead of me seem unstoppable.

I tremble as I look at at least seven dracaenae, several shaggy hellhounds and set my eyes on gigantes, that take up almost the entire room.

But that is nothing compared to the terror, that grips me when I see my classmates. My friends. People I trusted, who I fought alongside, for who I cared about. People I would have sacrificed myself for. They all betrayed me. And I feel close to tears. When I want to turn away, I hear a voice that almost brings me to my knees.

It's Luke.

My faithful and caring protector, my heroic love. Someone, to which I had dedicated everything. He was my life, with every single breath I took. The motivation behind my every action. The reason I wanted to survive in this cruel world. He was everything I had and everything I will ever have and in that moment it was abruptly taken from me.

I didn't have the strength to concentrate, it was as if every fiber of my body was on fire, triggered by the torment of my suffering heart. Seeing him like that, in black armor, Kronos' silver mark glittering around his neck, instead of his colorful necklace. A stoic, hostile expression on his face, his hands gripping his sword, it all hurt too much to watch.

And as I sank to the floor and covered my eyes with my hands, I was still forced to listen. I couldn't understand why he was saying such things.

"With every day he becomes stronger, with every participation in our army, we become stronger. Everything is planned, the camp is weak. Just like all of its residents. The surprise is on our side, because we will show no mercy. We will kill anyone, who does not confess to us. Do you hear me? No hostages will be taken. Only Hades population will be expanded."

The screams around me are so loud, so angry and horrific that I feel tears running down my cheeks.

I don't want to see any of that. The person infront of me is not my Luke.

A kind of fog creeps around me and I feel cold, it seems too late to forget it now. When I notice the golden coffin and Lukes hunched posture, the scar on the side of his face, I realize he is praying to him.

To the fall of Olympus. Kronos.

I want to cry, to scream, to be angry - but I just feel like every part of my heart is breaking and will never be whole again. Luke will never again be the one to heal it.

My consciousness leaves the ship until I finally wake up, but I can't move at first. I feel lost, my muscles are stiff and after a few seconds I notice that I'm shaking. But it's not because I'm cold, the summer air is wafting in the air.

Such dreams are rare, but are like the own scary predictions of the future.

And then it comes all back so me, the memories, that have just turned my whole life upside down. Traitor. The word appears in my mind, I feel like I almost can't breathe. And then there is a finger on my cheek, gently stroking the skin and my chest immediately becomes warm.

I know this gesture.

When I open my eyes, I see his loving eyes and the smile that covers his mouth makes my heart clench in sorrow.

It was just a nightmare. Luke would never betray me.

But the whispers in my head say otherwise.

As we continue to look at each other in silent, I notice his furrowed eyebrows.

"What's wrong, my love? Did you have a nightmare? You look scared. Don't be afraid, I'm here. I will always protect you." His voice is so calm, so usual loving and it makes the butterflies in my stomach fly around like crazy.

He is so beautiful.

As he briefly turns his head to tighten the blanket around me, I see his side profile and the scar. Reminders of my dream crash onto me like a lightning strike from Zeus himself.

I sat up abruptly. Luke is a servant of our enemy. How could I ignore that? I feel like I'm almost starting to hyperventilate. The thought, this nightmare, Luke's appearance, this evil feeling - it makes me sick. And I'm suddenly so afraid, more than I have ever been in my life. But I can't tell if it's the fact that I just found out he joined Cronos' army or that he broke my heart doing so.

I see him tense, my panic seems to be affecting him too.

My thoughts are so confusing, I don't know what to do, I have to tell someone. I have to-

His hands find their way to my cheeks, cupping them gently to direct his gaze towards himself. I would have preferred not to look at him, but I have no choice. His eyes search mine.

Then, as if the weight of Atlas punishment was put on his shoulders, he lowers them. His lips tremble slightly and his eyes look at me, as if I am the most valuable thing in the world and he is about to lose it.

"You know it." He doesn't have to say what he means by that. We both know.

I want to break away from him, but he won't let me. He's always been much stronger.

But everything still feels so different, light surrounds us and I can't really feel my body.

"Listen to me, please. I can explain it. Please-" The world goes silent, before he can finish his sentence.

It is too much.

I stifle a scream. I want to jump out of bed, but his hands hold me close. I only manage to fall to the ground, breathing heavily, but his arms are much stronger and I'm still weakened by my dream. He trys to hold me in a position, so that his back hugs me. His hands grab mine and one of them covers my mouth to silence me, when I want to scream for help.

With any other person, I would have known what to do. With anyone but him, I could have defended myself without any problems. But it wasn't just anyone and what he had done to me, the betrayal he had committed, was nothing I could handle.

I tried to wriggle out of his grip, to kick him, but the more I cried and the more hysterical I became, the easier it was for him to have control over me.

And for the first time, it scared me.

"Please calm down, I have to explain it to you- you have to know, that I never wanted to deceive you, please-" I notice how his voice is failing and he has to pull himself together, to not to lose his composure.

When I shake his hand away and want to yell again, he grabs my neck with such a warning force, that no sound escapes me.

I tremble in his hold. Tears stream down my cheeks and I literally feel my heart breaking.

Then he starts whispering in my ear and his grip feels like a tragic prison.

"Nobody can know. I never wanted you to find out. Not until I convinced you, that it is the right thing to join him. Because he will win, sweetheart. I want us to win by his side." His voice sounds so confident and at the same time, as if he was a completely different person.

Tears continue running down my face and he slightly let's go of me, so he can comfort me.

"If you would just listen to me, you will understand my actions. Please, just listen to me-" but the world blurs infront of my eyes and I am only able to whisper three words, before darkness surrounds me.

"You betrayed me."

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When I wake up, my head hurts so much, that it takes me several minutes to open my eyes. When I finally do it, I almost have a heart attack.

I recognize the similarity of this room from my dream. When I stand up, I run to the round window and look out, being only able to see the blue sea. Feeling empty and alone.

When I want to step out the door, I expect it to be locked. But instead the handle turns and I step out of the room. I'm so surprised about that, that I'm acting without thinking twice.

As I walk around the next corner, the deck creaks and I see an ugly creature in front of me, that makes every instinct to escape kick in.

I run in the other direction, but every turn makes me more desperate and, without any consideration, I run into the hall, I was so afraid of.

It is filled with all kinds of ciders, and I also see the figures of my classmates, wounded and unhappy.

It's all so overwhelming, that I dont even see him standing on the podium, in the first place.

But as the monsters try to grab me, his voice echoes through the room with an affable authority.

"Nobody touches her. You hear me? Nobody. She is under my protection." I almost freeze into a stature, as he comes towards me and I have no way of avoiding him. No weapon is within my reach, his eyes notice my growing panic.

"Everyone leaves the room. Now." Nobody discusses it, even if some roll their eyes or quietly protest. His authority is unquestioned, it sends a cold shiver down my spine.

When the last doors slam shut, we stand a few meters opposite each other.

"The doors are guarded." It's the first thing he says.

When he tries to approach me, I lose my nerves and run to the corner with the broken glass, that I saw in my dream. I take them in my hands.

I see his eyes widen and he stops in his tracks.

"You- you want to fight me?" He actually sounds surprised and sad. Like I was the one who betrayed him and not the other way around.

"Don't come any closer. I may not have been able to do anything last time, but if you take one step closer then-" I don't know what to say. In no scenario did I ever think, I would have to threaten him.

But despite my warning, he comes towards me with his hands raised, the panic within me so palpable, that I can feel every muscle in my body.

I dodge, when he is only a few meters in front of me. Right into the next corner. As far away from him as possible.

"Princess, you can't keep me away forever. I've always loved that about you. You need me as much as you need to breathe."

It's supposed to sound sweet, but his words make me feel sick

"I'd rather suffocate." He didn't expect that. My words hit him so unexpectedly that he is almost speechless. Almost.

"I won't hurt you. You just have to let me get to you and I'll show you everything. You will understand, believe me." He really thinks, I'll just stay by his side and let him explain.

"Are you crazy? You're a traitor, Luke. You- you betrayed everyone. You betrayed me. How could you do this?" I suppress my tears, because that's exactly what he's waiting for. That my defense becomes weaker. I can't allow this.

"You dont understand. I always told you I would protect you. And I can only do that, if I'm on the winning side. And I am now. We are." His eyes flash with a craziness that makes me tremble. I don't recognize him.

"Why are you acting this way? You are doing the wrong thing - you give up everything. You're giving up on us." Tears leave my eyes and I see him take a few steps in my direction.

"I'm doing the right thing for us. You'll see. You just have to trust me, please. You know I always win. With the power he gives me, I will be invincible. You don't have to worry about one of us dying in this war anymore." I can't move, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have a way out now. He's too close.

"You are wrong. I would rather die in this war than join this monster and his deceitful army." The shards in my hand hurt, but I don't let them go. They're the only thing I can use to defend myself.

"You would leave me?" His eyes are staring into my soul.

"Would you fight me?" Every word is more intimidating.

"Would you stop loving me?" His words are like his own shards, leaving deep wounds in my heart.

He's standing right in front of me now, looking at me like I'm fragile.

Then he whispers "Would you kill me?"

In the next second, he suddenly has my hands in his, making me drop the glass. Be is only a few centimeters away from me now, his eyes are looking into my own.

"Would you, princess? Then show me." Suddenly he does something, I would have never expected. He takes out his sword and puts it in my hands.

His own hands go behind his back, his eyes tempting me. I feel all the blood in my body drain.

"Do it. I can't live in a world, where you don't love me anymore. In which you are no longer by my side. I am yours. That will never change, just like my love for you."

I can barely hold the sword, it's so wobbly in my hands. He stands in front of me and gives me every chance to defeat him. But I can't move.

It's quiet for a moment, then I see new hope in his eyes and when he speaks again, the tone of his voice melts my heart.

"What did you say a few months ago, you would always let me win? Let's win together this time. Please, just listen to me." His hand strokes my cheek. Wipes away the tears.

Then he drops his hand and grasps his sword, letting it fall to the ground.

He takes my hand instead.

"Follow me." He pulls me behind him, closer and closer to the golden coffin, it's like I'm in a trance, but when I finally feel the cold aura of something cruel, I'm able to think clearly again.

"No-" I don't want to be one step closer to this thing.

He turns around so quickly, that I can only slap his cheek, before he grabs me again.

"That was for kidnapping me. Let me go now!" I want to avoid his grasp. But again he does something I don't expect.

He holds me still, catches my gaze and then, kisses me so gently that the feeling alone makes me almost completely defenseless. His hands cup my cheeks, grip my hair, hold my body.

This is probably his worst trick. I've never been able to resist one of his kisses. And he knows that. He uses it against me.

Then he murmurs words against my lips, that barely reach my ears.

My heart is pounding in my throat.

"You feel this? We belong together. It is not written anywhere on which side we need to be. As long as we are together." His fingers stroke my lower lip, his figure towers over me and for a moment my surroundings fade. It's almost like always.

But he's not wearing his orange t-shirt, his expression isn't relaxed, and I don't hear any insults from the camp members in the distance.

"You're manipulating me." I am powerless against him. I thought we were on the same team, that no one had more power over the other one. But I was so wrong.

His eyebrows furrow again, and when his hands try to pull me against him, I hit his chest, without thinking, with the only piece of glass I hid in my pocket. But unlike I expected, nothing happens. The shard bounces off his skin and falls loudly to the ground. I can only stare at him in disbelief.

"How-" He just looks at me worried, no anger is visible in his eyes.

"You can't hurt me. I have the curse of Achilles upon me." I suddenly become aware of the effect the lake Styx in the underworld hast and I almost fall to the ground at the realization, my knees weaken.

"That was a test earlier. You wanted to see if I would kill you-" my voice fails.

He just looks at me sadly and smiles in regret. My heart becomes heavy.

"And I knew you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. You would never hurt someone you love. Not if you'd kill me in the process." What can I do? He knows me better than anyone, he can see right through my every thought.

"I can't do this, Luke. I-I can't be together with you, if you are like this." I'm serious, but he doesn't believe me.

"That's what you think, but it's a lie. The sooner you admit it to yourself, the more pain you avoid. Our souls are linked together, without me you are not able to live. I know, that you will continue to love me, no matter what I decide to do. That's how much you love me. You would rather die than not loving me."

I can't listen to him. I can't.

But his eyes are like all the promises in the world. He is my world. How could I ever forget that?

"Please come back with me, Luke. I-I won't tell anyone, but please. Let's go, let's forget everything, please-" I cant deal with this anymore. It's like he's draining all the energy out of me. More with every word, that leaves his lips.

"I can not do that. It will stay the way it is now. Don't fight against me, fight with me. You are so smart and loyal, you will be convinced. He will show you." His eyes now flash with something that frightens me. I see his hunger for power, something that has always been dormant within him.

"Luke, the only thing I ever really wanted was you. No power, no war, no prosperity. Only you. But I'm about to lose you. Don´t do this to me, I beg you." My hands find his face, stroke the skin and I look into his eyes. But they are no longer the same ones I fell in love with.

I never thought he would love having power more than he loves me. It breaks my heart.

"I have decided. Nothing will change about that. Not even your pleadings. I'm sorry." His eyes reflect my desperation.

"What's holding you back? All you need is me." He says it so confident, that I almost wonder, why I don´t agree with him.

But my conscience has always been my greatest strength.

"I won't betray them. I couldn't live with myself, if I did." He takes a step back.

"But you could live without me? You would rather be by Jackson's side than mine?" His words hurt me. But he speaks the truth.

"I love you Luke, more than I ever thought was possible. But just as you put power before me, I put loyalty first. And I'm not sorry about that."

Frustration finally seeps through his perfect facade. I wonder how long he's been playing with me. The thought of it makes everything inside me tighten.

"I am not letting you go. Our fate is set. You will recognize it too and when that happens, you will be on my side."

His conviction frightens me, but this time it doesn't freeze me into a statue. Now, I'm running away.

And luckely, he didn't expect that.

For a few minutes now I've noticed one of the windows, that doesn't look very stable. I just have to jump against it to open it.

"NO!" Luke's voice echoes across the room, loud and warning, but it doesn't stop me. Before he can catch up with me, I jump towards the window, my shoulder hurts, but I was right, it breaks.

But I didn't think about the height difference and I realize it might be too late to do something about it now.

As I try to hold on to the wall outside, two thoughts repeat in my mind.

Either I die or I'm trapped.

Then I hear Luke's voice. He sounds desperate and at the same time angry, like I have never heard him before.

The wall is slippery and it takes every bit of strength in me not to fall, I know it would be my death. I hold on to the broken wall.

"She is outside. Get her back, NOW!" My muscles hurt and I don't know what to do. Then I hear the loud beating of wings. Before I can see who it is, I hear Percy's quiet voice. I feel like crying.

"Drop down, I've got you." I have to trust him. So, I let myself fall without thinking.

Then I feel myself landing on something soft, I hold on to it and my knuckles turn white.

The screams and shouts of the monsters make me tremble, I just want to get out of here. Even if it means, that I perhaps will never see Luke again.

"Come on, now. They'll be here soon." As the wings of the Pegasus move towards the sky, towards freedom, I let the tears fall. The wind is beating around my ears and I can only see in the corner of my eyes that we are getting closer to the clouds.

"I'll find you!"

Luke's threatening voice is the last thing I remember as I close my eyes from the grief of leaving him.

#percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #x reader #greek gods #love #betrayal #angst #percy pjo #percy series #annabeth chase #percy jackson

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jackrabbit-fandom · 14 days

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Boothill backstory spoilers, so if you dont wanna be spoiled scroll on

This is mostly comfort/fluff mabye tiny angst due to his backstory

Yes, it will include some relationship bits cause of course

Boothill, where his daughter survives, which, yes, i understand, would probably mean he doesn't become 'boothill', but let's pretend he does for the sake of the story. Also im goin with the name cherry for her cause i think its pretty cute

These kinda imply that it's been a few years between boothills' story and penacony

Mabye he was able to save her, and in the process, his body got damaged bad enough that he had to replace it. In this situation, it would be more so because he was hurt so badly he nearly died but didn't wanna leave his daughter.

He'd likely want to keep her as safe as possible but still ended up becoming a space ranger anyway due to sharing the ideologies, but for the first few years of her life, he likely ether stays out of trouble as much as possible or has a safe house for her when he absolutely can not take her with him. On the missions where he does carry her along when she's fairly young, he's just got her attached to a baby sling on his chest. Though i dont see that being extremely common, he doesn't want to risk even a 0.0000000001% chance of her getting hurt

Imagine being intimidated by this cyborg man with a baby sling....anyway

Once she gets older, she's more steady with her walking, she's talking in full sentences, and finally, tall enough to reach his hip, hed likely start teaching her to use a gun.

It's a very serious moment due to how important he thinks it is for her to be able to defend herself when he can't be around. Hed likely has a target set up as he knelt behind her, helping her hold it and aim.

'Keep your breathing steady, don't close both eyes it puts your aim off, keep your elbows loose, respect the gun but don't fear it'

He knows he's going to have to get to work getting his revenge for the rest of his family, so he can't keep coddling her so teaching her to use a gun, or disarm someone and fight hand to hand becomes his top priority. That's not to say he over works her or forces her when she's tired, that's still his little girl, so when she's tired from training he makes sure she gets plenty of rest.

As much as being prepared is important, being well rested and happy is too.

On to more domestic and sweet ones, i donno if he'd have his own ship or just have some safe house on some random planet, but either way coming home to seeing his little girl happy healthy and alive is probably his favorite part of the day, the big bad gunslinger persona immediately melts away and he goes straight into silly annoying dad mode.

This means he has a million dad jokes to make poor cherrys eyes roll out of her head. Though I'd imagine she'd end up just like him, funny phrases, stupid jokes, and a bit of an attitude.

Once she's plenty old enough, say around 16 or so, and wants to go out on more dangerous missions with her dad, i think she would follow the path of abundance. Shed likely wants to protect others like her dad does, plus it's pretty helpful when your father is a cowboy who runs around getting into trouble. It does help put boothill at ease as well, seeing as she can heal herself if she gets hurt....as if he'd ever let that happen.

I'd think that for a while, he's more focused on his daughter rather than finding a partner, however were he to meet you at some point when cherry was fairly young one thing that would likely make him interested is you acting kindly towards her and cooing over her. Showing positive interest in his daughter is a pretty good way to get on his good side. Doesn't quite mean he'll trust you just yet. it just means you're on good terms with him.

I feel like he'd have to trust you pretty well before he lets you watch his daughter. She is his pride and joy, and his one most important person in his life. he almost lost her, and he won't risk someone trying to take her from him again.

However, once cherry is older and can, for the most part, care for herself without her papa watching over her, then hed show more interest. If you were there sense she was young and helped him care for her, he likely already started liking you early on but just didn't make a mood due to focusing on her. Due to you being closer to her in this situation, i can imagine her calling you her mom/dad/parent, too. Extra brownie points!

I imagine cherry being, like i said, like her dad. A bit goofy at times with weird phrases and a slight attitude, and growing up with his censor shed likely copy that too, yelling out "fudge!" When she stubs her toe. I can see her having an interest towards guns sense it was something her papa introduced her to it but also music. Hed likely have taught her guitar by this point so shed probably make up her own little songs and sing them to him (and you once you join the little family) and no matter if their bad or good hes always just happy to hear her sing with the biggest smile on his face, and you best be too.

Oh, and of course, shed get her own cowboy hat, but choose to keep stealing his anyway.

Overall, if she had survived, i imagine him being mostly the same, just with a little girl following him around.

If you liked the fic, feel free to give me requests around this au. I just need this motherfudger to be happy, please.

Edit: @legalize-arson gave me the name idea. I do not like not crediting

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #boothill #boothill leaks #boothill honkai star rail #boothill hsr #boothill x reader #boothill is actually happy and not depressing as fuck #give him back his daughter hoyo

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wonwoosthetic · 7 months

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< series masterlist

word count – 13k

warnings – sibling energy

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

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

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

[I think we can all agree on that]

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

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

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

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

[pls enjoy]

teasing her

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

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

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

[just so you know]

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

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

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

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

[but seungkwan does it in a much cuter way]

[I MEAN JUST LOOK AT HIM]

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

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

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

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

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

[i would've already smacked him ngl]

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

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

[broooooo]

[why did he do her like that hahahah]

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

[oh no]

[big bro mode activated]

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

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

[PLS]

[the bitch fight they were about to have HAHAHAHAH]

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

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

[okay back to the scene]

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

"She pushed me first!"

"He started it!"

[HEAVY SIBLING ENERGY]

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

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

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

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

[well, we all know why, soooo👀🥰]

[she‘s a Choi deep down🫶🏼]

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

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

[BRO]

[THAT LOOK]

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

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

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

[god😫]

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

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

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

[bro hahahah]

[what a comment]

[not the right moment]

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

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

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

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

[now]

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

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

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

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

"Where's Minnie?"

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

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

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

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

[SHE WAS SUCH A QUEEN]

[AND SUCH A MOM]

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

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

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

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

[this literally broke my heart🥺]

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

[but her crying really killed me, like fr]

Minnie's sniffles were caught by the microphone.

"N-No-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Because of what they said about you?"

[FUCK THEM]

Minnie only nodded.

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

[MOM]

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

[and i bet they still did]

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

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

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

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

[GO MOM]

[you dropped this 👑]

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

[alright, make me cry i guess]

Minnie nodded, her eyes lowered down to the floor.

[i just wanna give her a hug😢🥺😭]

[nowwwww]

[everything with na pd was CHAOS]

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

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

[WOOZI HOW COULD YOU]

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

[THIS]

[WAS]

[SO]

[FOUL]

[stand up for yourself minnie and smack him]

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

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

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

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

[HER POUT]

[this must be such a weakness for the members]

[LOOK AT HER]

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

[pls he's so dramatic]

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

[i love dokyeom so much]

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

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

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

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

[BRO💀]

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

[fr hahahaha]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Woah, hyung, that was so good!"

"How are you so good at that dance?"

[svt really is just a bunch of simps]

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

"Hey!"

[he went to far with that comment hahaha]

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

[well... i mean...]

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

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

"Stooop," she whined.

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

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

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

[i felt so bad for them during this episode]

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

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

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

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

[SOMEONE PLS WARM HER UP]

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

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

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

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

[...]

[KICK HIM MINNIE]

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

['you're nothing special'😭]

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

[EVERYTHING ABOUT THE GOSE SCHOOL EPISODES WAS PERFECTION]

[can we just agree on that?]

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

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

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

[PFF]

[bitch]

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

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

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

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

[facts jeonghan🤝🏼]

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

"No, I think she's British."

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

[everyone's a simp for minnie]

[her members included]

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

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

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

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

[BC LOOK AT THEM NOW🔥]

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You interrupted me calling attendance."

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Mr. Lee!"

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

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

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

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

[she was so done😭]

[THIS WAS GOLD]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[THE SMILE OF A DEVIL]

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

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

[here we go]

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

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

[oh no]

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

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

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

[RUN MINNIE]

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

[OH PLS]

[you sneaky little bitch]

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

[OH NOOOOO]

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

[i just wanna know who she watched it with]

[scoups? wonwoo and mingyu? PLS]

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

Minnie scoffed, "Yes, it is."

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

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

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

[cuuutiiieee]

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

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

[bestie pls help]

[come support]

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

[well done bestie]

"You said you liked the performance!"

[OH]

[alright junie]

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

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

['confident and comfortable'🥹🥺]

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

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

[WE ALL LOVED IT TOO MINNIE]

[don't listen to those men]

"Then that's all that matters."

[MIC DROP]

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

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

[hoshi pls😭]

"Yes, it is."

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

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

"Huh?"

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

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

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

[PLS]

[I ALMOST PISSED MYSELF]

[HE'S SO FUNNY FOR WHAT]

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

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

[I CAN'T ANYMORE]

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

[girl is literally crying 😭😂😭]

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

[listen]

[he might be asking the real questions here]

[BUT DON'T KEEP HER FROM DOING IT]

[we need more adult girly minnie]

[like, YES GIRL, SHAKE THAT ASS]

[god gave you that for a reason yk]

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

[YES WE DO M'AM]

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

[keep his eyes covered pls save the maknae]

"That HolyBang's performance was good."

"The one from last week?" He wondered.

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

[OH BOY WAS NOT IMPRESSED HAHAHAHA]

[the image of his noona just got RUINED]

"What's that supposed to mean?"

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

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

[DUUUUUDE]

[they ain't letting it go. EVER]

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

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

[big bro to the rescue]

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

[OH]

[WONWOO WAS NOT IMPRESSED EITHER?!]

[shook]

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

[nvm i take that 'shook' back]

[dude's too obvious]

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

[GIRLY GET BEHIND ME]

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

[I'M GONNA CRY]

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

[THEY'RE SO CUTE]

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

[crying again]

[may we pls all be gifted with a minghao]

[how dare he be so cute and supportive]

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

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

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

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

[DO NOT SEPERATE MINNIE AND HAOHAO]

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

[ngl though]

[they kinda ate that up]

This was going to haunt her for quite a while.

[i'm so sorry minnie HAHA]

minnie as 'one of the boys'

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

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

[which, ngl, love it]

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

[but like... with everything else]

[those dudes do NOT give a single fuck]

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

[she really gets the best of both worlds?]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[slay i guess]

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

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

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

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

[this seems like such a dude thing]

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

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

[annoying ass]

[KICK HIM MINNIE]

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

"Woah, she's really light!"

[so you think i'm skinnyyyyy]

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

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

[dude...]

[can they be any more bro-like?]

[like who even thinks of that?!]

[boys. that's who.]

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

[she was so helpless, oh god😭]

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

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

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

[yeah alright, move over loverboy]

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

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

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

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

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

[the nervous laugh is so real]

[like what else are you gonna do?]

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

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

"No, stop!"

[panic]

"One! Two! Three!" As soon as the last number fell from his lips, the guys pushed their knees back up straight, extended their arms, and managed to throw the girl up into the air. Minnie's scream echoed through the room, still ringing in their ears once she fell back into their arms.

[it looks kinda fun]

[but jeez, i'd be pissing myself from fear]

"One more time! Higher!" It was Mingyu's turn. "One!"

"STOP!" The girl's exclamation was ignored - possibly because she was still laughing along with them.

"Two! Three!" And once again, the eleven members threw her up, only that this time, they underestimated their strength as the girl had to reach out with her hands, so her face wouldn't hit the ceiling.

[i actually would've died]

"OH!" A round of exclaims came from the boys as they were surprised by the sudden sound her hands made once they hit the hard material.

[THEY LITERALLY THROUGH HER AGAINST THE CEILING]

Hastily, they tried to catch her again and lower her onto the floor. She caught them off-guard when she suddenly started to laugh.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Vernon was the first to ask her, followed by Chan who got down on his knees.

"Noona, did you hurt yourself?"

"Are you okay?"

After taking a deep breath in, Minnie pushed away all the upper bodies that were now way too close to her face, for some reason still softly chuckling.

[how tf she can laugh in this moment, i don't know]

[i would be crying and running home]

"I told you guys to stop!" She was still trying to catch her breath, as she pushed herself up from the floor, Dokyeom trying to help her.

Seungkwan, Vernon, and Chan had taken a step back and watched her with wide eyes, fear written all across their faces.

Dokyeom lowered his head to meet her eyes as she fixed her hair. "Did you get hurt?"

"No," the girl shook her head. "I'm okay."

For a quick moment, the entire room fell quiet, only for Mingyu to break it again.

"Alright! Let's do it again!" Getting cheers from the others in return.

But the female trainee was already running away, her screams disappearing behind the door.

[BYE BYE]

"Jihoon has never had a girlfriend. Ever."

Vernon, Seungkwan, Jihoon, and Minnie were together cramped in the small room with muffled walls, that was right next to their practice room. The youngest one was talking to the camera.

[they're literally babies, I CAN'T]

"He doesn't even have friends that are girls."

[RUDE?!]

With furrowed brows, the girl turned to her right, glaring at the English-speaking member.

"And what am I then?" She wondered, making Vernon's head shoot in her direction.

[facts]

"Hm?"

"I'm friends with Jihoon," she explained, "And I'm a girl."

[you tell him girl]

"Oooh, yeah right," the young rapper nodded. "I keep forgetting that, I'm sorry."

[explain to me why i find this kinda edearing]

[she's so close with them and they're just enjoying their time together and do not give a shit about gender]

[#oneoftheboys]

His comment made the '96 Liner laugh and lean forward, giving the girl the perfect opportunity to grab the notebook from the table in front of her and whack Vernon across the head with it. The youngest groaned with a chuckle, his hand reaching for the back of his head.

[idk why but seeing minnie mad like that is so funny for no reason HAHAHA]

[she looks so cute, but then she just whips out a freaking notebook and hits you with it]

To his defence came Seungkwan, who snatched the notebook out of her grip, only to hit her with it as well. He added about twice the amount of strength, letting the sound of it hitting her skin ring through their ear.

She turned around, trying to regain the pieces of paper, but the younger member pulled back with a sheepish smile plastered on his face.

The girl's high-pitched giggles filled the room with joy as Chan joined her laughter while she ran around in circles, carrying him on her back.

[minnie is the best big sister ever and i will fight anyone who says otherwise]

[even in the melon prison, they were so happy🥺🥹]

"Noona, can you jump with me on your back?" The maknae wondered.

[CHANIE]

[YOU LITTLE CUTIE]

Minhee didn't need to be asked twice as instead of answering him, she tried to do exactly that. Less of a jump and more of a gallop got another round of giggles from the trainees, making the girl continue doing the action.

After only a few seconds, the female member started breathing heavier than before as she slowed down.

"This is more exhausting than I thought," she commented as she lowered herself onto her knees, letting Chan get easily off her back. Minnie laid down on her stomach, her arms by her side as she enjoyed relaxing on the floor.

"Noona!" The youngest, still as excited as ever, threw himself onto her back, getting a groan from the older girl in return. "You're so much stronger than I expected." Making the girl chuckle.

[🥹]

[crying]

"Yeah, it surprised me too."

[minnie bulking up? let's gooo]

"Are we cuddling?" Seokmin's loud voice echoed through the room as he saw the two lying on the floor.

[BABY]

[HE ASKED IF THEY WERE CUDDLING]

[STOP]

Without waiting for an answer, he copied the maknae and threw himself onto the two the same way. This time, a second groan came from the youngest.

[i mean, at this point, the ppor girl]

[come on guys]

Before any of them could rake themselves up again, the next trainee followed - Seungkwan.

Minhee moaned out in pain. "Guys, I'm still underneath all of you."

[hi, pls, help me]

Then came Mingyu, who let himself fall back onto the mass of his friends, his back hitting the '98 Liner's.

[this would've been my last straw]

Wonwoo decided to go next, slightly jumping up, so he could be at the very top.

[and there comes the next]

A chorus of moans filled the room.

"Guys," Seungcheol rushed over to the hill of people, ready to push them off. "Come on, guys, you're crushing Minhee."

[thank you]

[THANK. YOU.]

[poor girl was about to see the light with all of that weight on her]

The younger members quickly reacted and got off again, one after the other, releasing the blockage of air the girl had experienced.

"You're all so much heavier than her," Joshua came towards them as he laughed at the antics of his fellow trainees.

[aaaaand seventeen's gentleman back in the game]

He crouched down, his hand reaching out to help Minhee get up once she had rolled onto her back.

"Ugh," she groaned as she pulled herself up with the help of Jisoo's grip. "Thank you, Josh."

[what happens in the melona prison, stays in the melona prison]

[this too]

[although, i have to admit, i'm pretty convinced they would still do this]

Nine of the members had their arms tightly interlocked with each other as they lay on the floor in two separate rows. The six others were on their feet and trying to pull the other trainees apart. Somehow, Seungcheol had managed to tear away Wonwoo and Minhee from the rest of the chain as those two were clinging onto each other the tightest.

"Let go!" The oldest's shout was filled with laughter as he tucked on the '96 Liner's legs.

[can you imagine getting pulled away with cheol's strength]

[i'm convinced he could rip out an arm]

Mingyu saw his struggle and was quick to rush to his help, getting a hold of the girl's legs. With her starting to kick like a fanatic, it was hard for him to hold his grasp, sighing in relief once he got her loose pants's leg.

"Mingyu!" She called out. "You're taking off my pants!"

[smh]

"Then let go!" He argued back.

[WHAT KIND OF ANSWER EVEN IS THAT]

[mingyu, how about you try to use less strength on a girl that's two heads smaller than you]

Minhee started kicking her legs again, hoping the boy wouldn't accidentally expose her underwear and naked legs.

[i love how her number one defence mechanism, after throwing random shit, is kicking them]

[bc same]

"Cheol-hyung! He's gonna take off my clothes!" She shouted out for the oldest member, who looked up at the '97 Liners.

[and just when she thought big bro cheol would come to the rescue]

"Stop kicking, then we can pull you guys apart!"

[he pulls this...]

He surprised the female trainee with his answer, originally hoping for his support. She was caught off guard as she was still busy trying to keep her pants up when she suddenly felt an emptiness by her arm. Looking to her side, she found Wonwoo an arms-length away from her.

[and there goes her other half]

"No, hyung!" Minhee laughed as she tried to sit up and stand up completely, but instead, she felt another tug on her leg. Before she could react, the floor was already being swiffered with her body. Mingyu's evil laughter rang through her ears as Dokyeom joined in. His hands wrapped around right arm while the rapper still had his grip on her left leg.

[they were EVIL]

[how tf is she supposed to defend herself against THAT]

Helping pleas and giggles from the only female trainee filled the room, but went ignored as the guys started adding to the laughter. The other members who were already separated decided to just sit on the floor and watch the '97 Liner group with big smiles on their faces.

[no helping hand in sight]

[love it]

[going from the melona prison, to even more public on camera]

[oh, you thought they'd stop once they became famous? hell no.]

The members were lined up in front of the pool, all ready for their sign-off towards the camera on the other side.

"Seventeen!" Jeonghan started them off, with the rest of the members following him. "TTT!"

Minnie was about to turn around and walk away when she suddenly felt two strong arms wrapping around her torso. Mingyu had her tight in his embrace as he turned her to the side, his mischievous giggle right next to her ear.

[here we go again]

[how she managed to survive stuff like this for 10+ years now, with no broken bones, i'll never understand]

"Let go of me!" She shouted, but Seungcheol had already grabbed her legs, lifting them up. The girl tried to kick him away from her, "NO!"

But before she could do much, the two strongest members of the group had already started rocking her body back and forth by the side of the pool.

[how is this fair ...]

[like bffr, at least give her a chance ...]

On three, they let go of her, letting Minnie disappear underneath the surface, her scream muffled by the water. All of the members stared at the pool with their mouths agape.

[bc they really had to THROW her]

[they couldn't have just pushed her in the pool, no they literally had to throw her up in the air, to make her entire body turn]

With a gasp, she came back up to grasp for air, her hands running over her face as she tried to free it from her hair.

"You idiots!" She cursed at them with a giggle, but the guys were already on the floor, clutching their stomachs, trying to control their laughter.

[THIS]

[i would've left]

[i'm telling you as it us]

[no contract renewal bc of this betrayal]

For a good five minutes, Seugnkwan, Minnie, and Mingyu were hurdled up in the stairwell of the warehouse. They had yet to open the doors and enter the corridor that would officially lead them into the horror house the Going Seventeen staff had set up. The rapper had already tried once but as soon as one of the killers crossed his eyes, he closed the door again right away.

"Ok," the '98 Liner took a deep breath. "Noona, you go first."

[what a gentleman]

Her head whipped in his direction. "What?! Why me?"

But the younger member just shrugged.

"Please, Minnie-ya," Mingyu practically begged her. With her mouth slightly agape, she glared at both of her members.

[DUDE, YOU'RE 6FT2, FUCKING ACT LIKE IT]

"Are you- you know what, alright." She brushed their fear off of her and opened the door, not able to see the little claps the two did in celebration of getting her to go in first.

[i can definitely tell that if she hadn't agreed to it, they would've just pushed her in through the door]

The three had just managed to run away from the first few killers they had encountered and were now stuck in a dark room. Mingyu had closed the door as they all rushed to the very end of the room, trying to get as far away as possible.

Minnie couldn't help but continue her giggle that had started once she was being chased.

[for now she's laughing🙃]

"Why are you laughing?" The rapper hissed at her in a whisper, clearly shaken up by the situation.

At his reaction, the girl crumbled over, her hands falling to her knees as she laughed out loud. Then she pointed at the youngest of them.

"Look at him," chuckling at the crying expression Seungkwan held.

[OLDER SISTER BEHAVIOR]

[she's literally making fun of him while he's almost having a mental breakdown, what😂😭]

He was quick to switch to a neutral face, glaring at the girl before lifting his hand, and threatening her with a slap on the back of her head, making her slightly flinch.

[some members need to learn how to fight back just like seungkwan does]

[not looking at anyone in particular👀]

Before she could react back to him, the door unexpectedly opened, revealing one of the killers with the light-up mask, catching the three idols off-guard. Subconsciously, the two male members, grabbed the girl by her arms, trying to hide behind her much smaller frame.

"What?! I'm gonna-" the '98 Liner tried to toughen up. "You've been waiting for a long time, right?"

[don't even try seungkwan💀]

[don't even]

Minnie tried to free herself of their grip on her shoulders but was unable to do so. Once the killer started to get closer, the three moved together in synch, further away from him, along the wall, towards the opposite corner of the room.

[they were CLUTCHING onto her for dea life, jesus, let a girl breathe]

One quick look towards the door showed them the next killer that had shown up, the killer clown.

"Oh, what?!" Mingyu cried out, clutching tighter onto the girl's arms. She continued to brush his hands off her.

[not impressed]

Seungkwan's scared whines echoed through the room and hallways, only adding to the thrill of the situation they were put in. The masked killer was to their left, slowly getting closer, while the clown decided to stay by the door.

As if the guys had made a pact, with one push to the left, Seungkwan and Mingyu threw the girl right into the killer's chest, leaving everyone not involved in their action in shock. The two rushed out of the room, leaving the girl alone.

[I'M SO DONE]

[THEY CANNOT BE FFR]

[DID THEY REALLY JUST THROW HER LIKE THAT?! yes they did]

"Are you kidding me?!" She shouted out as the man made sure she stood up straight, his arms that had caught her now back relaxed by his body. "They really just did that...," she shook her head in disbelief, mumbling under her breath. A comforting pat on the shoulder made her look up.

[they were so sweet 😭😭]

[scary horror killers that have a soft spot for minnie]

[don't we all]

The actor of the killer was looking at her while his free hand pointed at the door. The clown had copied his motion, showing her the way out.

"Are you letting me go?" She wondered, her fingers running through her hair to straighten it out.

She got a nod in return.

"Because those idiots left me here to die?"

Another nod.

"Thank you," Minnie sent them a tight smile.

[SO SWEET]

After a quick exchange of looks with each of the killers, Minnie sprinted out of the room, the actors waiting a few seconds before rushing after her.

[and back to killing]

[btw still mad they all made it out, minnie should've left them there]

[i just have one thing to say: i want to go on vacation with them]

[i am BEGGING]

Woozi, Dokyeom, Joshua, Dino, Wonwoo, and Hoshi were still focused on their water game, passing the ball around in the circle they had formed. Vernon had gotten out of the pool, leaving Minnie alone on one of the floaties.

[they were so unbothered in this scene, i love them for that]

The floating pineapple pool mattress gave her the perfect opportunity to rest on her back and close her eyes, just listening to her other members playing their game.

[how she can be so quiet and unbothered while they are literally shouting and being as loud as possible is still a mystery to me]

[it's like her superpower almost]

Her fellow '97 Liner noticed her still form, not having moved for at least fifteen minutes. The game came to a halt as he ushered the guys into a smaller circle, exchanging whispers and chuckles between them.

[this isn't gonna end well]

Shortly after, the maknae made his way over to the girl as carefully and slowly as possible. The sudden quietness made the girl slightly suspicious, opening her eyes to see what was going on.

[oh oh]

She noticed the movement. She pushed herself up, and her eyes fell on the youngest of the group.

[got ya bitch]

"What are you doing?" But she got no verbal answer other than a sinister giggle.

The members were already waiting in position, all on one half on the floatie when Hoshi started counting to three with his fingers.

[bye minnie]

The girl caught on to their prank. “Wait! Wait, guys!" As quickly as she tried to move away, Minnie was still too slow.

Once he held up three fingers in the air, the guys put their hands underneath the mattress and lifted it easily, throwing her into the water, her scream getting muffled underneath the surface.

[...]

[girl just wanted to relax]

[and this is what she gets]

[no quiet day for seventeen ever]

With proud claps and hollers, the guys cheered on themselves as the girl got back up, her hands immediately pushing her hair out of her face.

[how proud they are of themselves 😭]

"What the hell was that for, you idiots!" She laughed out loud. Before any of them said something back, Hoshi started splashing her frantically with water, making her turn around and hide her face. The rest of them quickly joined in, all attacking her with splashes.

[AND THEN THIS]

"GUYS!" She continuously shouted, all covered by laughter from each member inside the pool.

[LET HER BREATH, jesus]

When they finally stopped, she turned back around towards them, glancing at each of them with a small smile on her face.

"I hate you all." Getting a chuckle from each of them.

[yeah yeah]

[you love them, we know it]

They were about to get back to their game when Minnie suddenly attacked Dokyeom by jumping on his back, catching him off-guard and slightly stumbling back. In return, he let himself fall backwards, taking her down with him, both laughing all the way.

Once they got back up, they were separated again, and as if both had agreed on the next move, together they started attacking the person next to them with water - the victim being Woozi.

With no warning, Minnie was suddenly lifted up by Hoshi, who just threw her back into the water. She was quick to come back up to the surface to start splashing him right away. The '96 Liner got support from the youngest, joining in to attack the female member. She, in return, got help from Wonwoo, who had joined her side and started helping her.

[this was all just so chaotic]

[i love them all]

The next emotion for their SVTSIDE OUT episode was anger and Seungcheol started it all when he suddenly shouted out loud, his deep growl too close to Minnie's ear. In return, the girl pushed him harshly away from her.

"What is wrong with you?! Don't scream like that!"

[only minnie is brave enough to do this to cheol]

Instead of a verbal answer, S.Coups grabbed her arm and threw her onto the soft part of the trampoline they were standing on.

[A FULL SLAM]

[LIKE DUDE]

[come on bro]

[don't do this to her]

[i was so shocked hahahah]

With a heavy huff, she landed on the ground, but before she could get up, the '95 Liner had already started jumping around, making her body bounce off of the stretchy fabric. The members came to his help, using the strength of their knees as they made the female member unable to stand up.

[no mercy]

"Stay down!" Dokyeom shouted at her, to which she couldn't help but giggle when she screamed back at him.

[none at all]

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Somehow, Minnie managed to get onto her wobbly legs, only for Joshua to throw his arm around her shoulder and pull her down with him. While he chuckled, the girl groaned, squirming around as she tried to get away from him

"Get off me, you wannabe wrestler!"

[WANNABE WRESTLER 💀]

her actions speak for themselves

[you better bet i'm putting in another scene from street woman fighter]

The nine women of HolyBang had gathered in their green room, waiting for further instructions as they got comfortable on the sofa and chairs. Some of them had already turned to their phones, while others had started talking to each other.

"Who do you guys think are gonna be the strongest rivals?" Belle suddenly asked the rest of the members.

Hertz shrugged, her eyes glued to the screen in her hands. "I don't really care, we're strong anyway, we shouldn't worry too much about that."

[PERIOD GIRL]

[i love how confident they were]

[gotta teach me their way, please]

"Oh," Minnie chuckled nervously, "I was ready to say YGX, but that's gonna sound really insecure now."

[GIRLY😭]

"Yeah, don't say it, please," the older woman chuckled. "Let's stay confident."

[facts]

A sudden laugh surprised the women. Honey J was hunched over on her chair.

"What?" Taro wondered, chuckling at her leader.

The older women pointed at the youngest of them all. "I just love how Minnie is sitting like the most confident dude, but wanted to talk about being scared of the other groups."

[well, who do you think she got that from]

And she wasn't wrong. Minnie had her knees wide apart, her back half on the seating cushions on the sofa while only her head and shoulders leaned against the backrest.

[SHE DOES]

"Oh," she chuckled, "Sorry," and pushed herself up immediately, straightening her back.

"No, no, no," the older woman reached out to her. "You should look relaxed. It makes you seem more confident, that's good."

[and that's why she's perfect]

[WE LOVE YOU HONEY J]

"Fake it 'till you make it," Belle nudged Minnie's shoulder as she repeated a phrase she had recently learned from the younger girl, getting a giggle out of her.

[yes, another game caterer moment]

[i loved these episodes just too much alright]

[can you blame me?!]

The members had just changed into the basketball jerseys the staff had provided for them and were making their way onto the field. The weather was slightly cooler than expected, so Minnie had put on a long-sleeved shirt underneath. Each jersey seemed to have come in the same size as her white one was almost reaching her knees.

The guys had started throwing the ball around randomly, each of them trying to get it into the net.

"Minnie-shi?" Na-PD called out for her, making the girl turn around towards the cameras. "Didn't they give you pants? Do you want some sweatpants?" He kindly wondered, two staff members behind him already standing up.

[okay but can we talk about how sweet he is?!]

[i mean, the entire staff seems amazing]

[but i love this man so much]

Without thinking twice, the girl suddenly pulled up her jersey, revealing the black biker shorts she had put on.

[WITH NO WARNING]

The action surprised the staff members as they gasped and quickly turned their heads, as they had thought she was still without any piece of clothing on her legs.

"Minnie-shi!"

[their life literally just flashed right in front of their eyes]

[jesus christ minnie HAHAHAH]

[💀💀]

This time, the members' attention was also turned towards the staff, their eyes though on the girl who chuckled,

"What?"

"We thought you weren't wearing anything underneath," another female staff member explained, joining in laughing at the moment they had shared.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" She giggled, scrunching over as laughter took over her body.

[don't scare them like that girl]

"What?" The leader suddenly came forward, switching gazes between the staff and the girl. "What's going on?"

[protective bro is back]

Still confused when Minnie leaned on him for support, the laughter coming from her and the people behind the camera still filling his ear.

"What happened?" Now it was Hoshi's time to ask.

[protective bro #2]

"I-" the female member tried to explain through her giggles. "They- They thought I wasn't wearing anything under the shirt, so I showed them." She repeated the action, catching some of the members off-guard as well as S.Coups, who was quick to reach out, pulling her jersey back down again.

[HE REACTED SO QUICKLY]

[like, how many times has this happened before that he just reacts within AN INSTANT]

"No! I'm wearing the biker shorts." Minnie pulled the jersey up, revealing her choice of pants. "But they weren't expecting it."

A slap on her shoulder made her turn to the side. Vernon's bright smile was shining at her, his uncontrollable laughter only making hers start again too.

[supportive younger bro that finds everything you do hilarious]

[love him]

"Oh," Seungcheol chuckled as he shook his head. "Don't do it like that," he scolded her, gently nudging her shoulder as she was still laughing with the '98 Liner.

[pls scold me like that coups]

[everything about this game was so chaotic]

The game was at full speed, with Mingyu, Dokyeom and Joshua from the white team on the field, while Minnie, Jun, Dino, and S.Coups were sat on the bleachers.

DK tried to pass the ball to his fellow '97 Liner, but Wonwoo, who only shortly before got switched in, blocked Mingyu and the ball fell outside of the field's line.

"Wow," the girl commented with a nod, the '96 Liner clearly better than expected.

The deep voice from the PD behind her made her jump. "Minnie just said 'wow'!" Letting the rest of the crew and idol group know. Her head shot back to the older man.

[snitch]

"Wait, what?! 'Wow'?! Because of 'wow'?!"

[fr hahah]

"Minnie-ya!" The leader to her left punched her shoulder, making her wince slightly.

[a punch from coups really must leave a bruise]

[dude is STRONG]

The maknae next to her put his hand on her upper arm. "Noona," he spoke softly, to which the girl turned back around, her eyes immediately on him. "It's 'woah'. 'Wow' really is English." He explained with a tight smile, but Minnie could only groan out loud.

[PLS HE'S ADORABLE]

['noona' will forever be my favourite word from him🥺]

"YA!" From the field came Mingyu's deep voice. "Minnie-ya, get over here!" His right hand had a tight grip on the basketball.

[RUN GIRL]

[RUN]

The girl stood up with her arms crossed.

[she was SO ready to fight ...]

[the confidence she built up over the years to be ready to fight a 6ft2 man should be studied bc this is insane]

Before she could say anything, a strong arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her down. Seungcheol held her in a tight lock.

[and here we go]

[you're supposed to be the protective bro, wtf is this coups]

"Let go of me!" She shouted out, holding onto his arm, trying to open it, so she could escape.

[big bro taking advantage of his strength, smh]

"Do you promise not to speak English anymore?" He asked her, laughing at her trying to fight his strength.

[😭]

[he's literally enjoying this 🥲]

"I didn't even know 'wow' wasn't Korean! How the hell am I supposed to know that?!"

She was freed very suddenly, her hair all over the place as she took a deep breath before falling back to the bleachers with a huff.

[you got this minnie]

[i believe in you]

The leader nudged her shoulder. "No, stand up and go in. Dokyeom's gonna go out."

With that, she pushed herself off the benches and switched positions with DK but before the game started, Mingyu walked up to her, the basketball still in his possession. Thanks to her back being turned towards him, she couldn't see his form coming closer. Once he was right behind her, he held the ball up, letting it drop onto her head from a short distance, just to tap it, not to actually hurt her.

[pls kick him]

The girl flinched with a surprised expression and turned around, finding the mischievous grin of her fellow '97 Liner.

"You deserved that."

As Minnie decided to stay out of the game, she was sitting next to Woozi on one of the stools provided by the Game Caterer staff. Seungcheol had joined them after losing his challenge and having to eat four pieces of lemon. Now it was Jeonghan's turn to sit down next to them, a cup filled with his own amount of lemon pieces in his hands.

The singer took one of the slices and bit into it, an instant groan tumbling from his lips.

Minnie turned her head. "Give me some," the girl held out her hand. "I can help you eat them."

"Isn't that cheating?" He wondered, making the girl chuckle.

[COMING FROM YOU?!]

"Since when do you care about that?" To which he nodded, taking one lemon piece out of the cup and handed it over to her.

[fr hahahah]

With ease, the female idol bit into it, sucking the juice out first, before ripping the lemon's flesh from the peel, jewing on it as she put the rest of it back into the paper cup.

With shock written across his face, Jeonghan gazed at her. "You don't think it's sour?"

Minnie shrugged. "I don't mind it. I really like it."

[hell yeah]

"What do you like?" Seungcheol's head popped up as he leaned back to glance past Woozi's frame to look at the girl.

"Sour lemon. Do you want me to help you with yours too?"

"You want to eat my lemons?" He wondered, slightly surprised by her request.

The '97 Liner nodded and reached out, holding out her empty palm to the leader, who placed one piece on it.

"Give me two," she stated, to which she got another slice. With a grin, she sat back straight and enjoyed chewing on the citrus fruit.

Seungcheol sighed. "Woah, I didn't know you became that much of a cheater."

[well]

[who do you think taught her that 🫣]

With a proud grin, Jeonghan patted her knee, leaning forward a slight bit to get a look at the leader. "I taught her well," he commented before his hand ran over her long hair.

[HE'S SO PROUD OF THAT]

[jeonghan is just so happy he got another member on his cheat agenda hahah]

but at the end of the day, they love and care for her

[as much as i love them for their sibling energy]

[and them making fun of minnie]

[and teasing the shit out of her]

[I AM SO SOFT FOR THEIR CUTE MOMENTS]

[like look at this]

"Noona!" Seungkwan's voice made the girl turn around from the conversation she was having with Jun about the Harry Potter Lego set he had just won. The game the Na-PD and the rest of the Game Caterer producers had prepared was over and everyone was free to take the presents that didn't get picked in the first place.

Minnie walked up to the younger member who had called out for her.

"What is it?"

His hand reached out, holding a few of the pebble snacks he had taken for himself. "Eat this."

The female member shook her head. "No, thank you-"

"You haven't eaten much today yet, take this." He grabbed her hand and put each snack piece into her palm.

[when i tell you i teared up?!]

"Seungkwan-ah, only a few."

"No, take all of them." He answered back, brushing off her comment.

[he wasn't having it]

[TAKE IT AND EAT IT]

With full hands, she turned back around and stopped by Jun again as she put one pebble into her mouth.

"Do you want some?" She asked the taller member.

For a second, he looked down at her hands before shaking his head. "No, you should eat them. Thank you, though." Giving her back a comforting pat.

[🥹]

The members were standing in the 'living room' of their dorm, looking up and speaking into the camera that was being held up by Joshua.

Once Hoshi and Dokyeom finished their sign-off, they disappeared into another room, making room for Jeonghan, who had been hiding behind Joshua. He was just about to say something as his mouth opened, but the sudden appearance of the female trainee from around the corner made his eyes light up.

"Oh, Minnie-ya, come here for a second!" The older of the two called out for the girl. With a smile on her face, she crossed the floor and walked up to the '95 Liners as they broke apart, leaving a space in between them for her.

[BABIES]

[they look so young, oh my god]

Jeonghan raised one of his arms to welcome her, making her look straight into the camera.

"Today is a very special day for Minnie-ya. Do you want to tell them why?" He asked her, making a shy grin appear on her lips.

[he literally looks like a proud mom]

[🥺😭]

[somebody get me tissues pls]

She turned her head to look at him.

"Do you mean the test?" She softly wondered, getting an encouraging nod from the member in return.

"Oh, well," her lips curled up even more. "Today I had to take a Korean language test, and I passed."

"Don't just say you passed!" Jeonghan whined at the younger girl. "Because you passed extremely well." He turned to the camera, "She got all the points, guys."

[SUPPORTIVE AF]

Minnie nodded, her hands clutching onto each other. "Yeah... I'm now officially a B2 Korean speaker."

[slayyy]

"Is that the highest ranking?" Joshua wondered, turning his head towards her.

"No, it's like levels. B2 means I can speak it well enough to hold up more complicated conversations, but I still don't know specific words and... terminology. That would be C1. And then C2 is that you speak it like it's your first language," she explained.

[our smart girly👑]

Jeonghan nodded, "But you've been here for four years already, so you'll be at C1 very soon. And then C2," he patted her head, getting a smile from her in return before she waved into the camera and disappeared again.

[pls i need somebody to be this supportive of me too]

"She's really smart with languages. I don't think even I would be at a C1 or B2 level now," Joshua admitted. The older '95 Liner couldn't help but chuckle.

"Learning new languages seems really easy for her. But she also worked very hard and studied a lot for this test."

[yes pls praise her even more guys]

"That's true," the Korean-American agreed, smiling into the camera. "Everyone, please congratulate Minnie."

[!!!]

The team had just scored another point at the foot volleyball match they were playing. The big white walls were shining brightly in the background of the studio they had rented for the Going Seventeen episode. After celebrating the added point, Minghao passed the ball to the opposite team.

"No, no, it's ours," Jeonghan told him, but it had already gone over the net.

With his foot, Mingyu hit the ball to land in the other team's half, but he underestimated the strength he had put into the pass. The ball flew over the net, right to where Minnie was looking down at her pants, straightening out the creases, not realising the ball was getting dangerously close to her head.

Dino was quick to react as he rushed to stop in front of her, smacking the ball away from her before it could hit her face. The girl flinched up, her wide eyes glancing around the room.

The members wooed their maknae as he ran a hand through his hair, proud of the scene he had created.

[PLS]

[DINO]

[the confident boost omg]

Their claps bounced off the walls before they got interrupted by Seungcheol's voice.

"Ya! Mingyu-ya, be careful," scolding the younger member.

[exactly]

[go cheol go defend her!]

Minnie glanced at her fellow '97 Liner. "That was you?"

He quickly bowed after nodding. "My bad."

[cutie]

With a smug smile, Dino let his jacket fall from his shoulder, looking at the girl, who started giggling at his antics.

She patted his shoulder, "Alright, you got your Drama moment."

[KDRAMA MOMENT HAHAHAHA YES]

[i need to be friends with her, pls god]

To which maknae started laughing out loud, his arms wrapping around the female member.

With the cameras placed around the dorm, the viewers of The Manager were able to see each room the Seventeen members lived in.

Minnie was standing in front of the mirror in the living room, holding up different bottoms in front of her legs. She had two pairs of pants and a skirt in her hold.

"How does the skirt look with this top?" She turned to Wonwoo who was sitting on his makeshift bed in the corner, and Seungcheol who had found a place on the floor.

[i love how the members probably could not care less about this but she still wanted their opinion]

The '96 Liner lifted his head up from looking at his phone screen.

"It's really short. I'm not sure you should wear that."

[protective mode activated]

Before Minnie could say anything, their leader took the word. "You shouldn't."

[HIS VOICE]

[deep ass voice cheol is my biggest weakness]

He got a roll of her eyes in return, making him sigh as he pushed himself up. "It's also way too cold for that. You're gonna get sick."

[minnie is so much stronger than me bc i would obey to his every word]

[but girl was NOT having it]

"I asked you how it looks, not what I should and should not wear. I can decide that for myself," the girl snapped at the older members, mostly directing her comment at the '95 Liner as he stopped in his tracks right next to her.

[OH OKAY]

[and that's on period]

[biggest slay]

[but talking back to scoups 🫣]

[that's pure bravery]

"I'm only telling you my opinion," he stated, his voice still laced with tiredness as he had just woken up. "Do you think I would give you advice like that if it wasn't meant well for you?"

[STOP CHEOL]

[YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY]

His question made the girl shut her mouth. Without another word, she turned around and walked back into her room. She came back out wearing a pair of black pants.

[the power 'coups holds is absolutely insane]

After Youngji took another big sip of her glass, she let it hit the table again. A big sigh fell from her lips.

"But for real," she started, "I really like all of your members. I was nervous when I first met them, but they really are... something else."

[she's such a fangirl, i love it]

Minnie nodded, her mouth still full from the rice cake she was eating.

"I know. I always say that... I really do think that all of them are gentlemen. Because," she cleared her throat. "When we debuted, Joshua was known as 'the gentleman of seventeen' but in reality, all of them are really really nice. And like gentlemen."

[i will cry]

[like rn]

[the fact that she even says it]

[this means so much to me]

[they love each other so much]

"Even when they punch you?" Youngji laughed along with her question as she remembered one of the stories Minnie had told her.

[YOUNGJI HAHAH]

The '97 Liner joined her. "Even then! Mingyu even threw me into a wall once when we were trainees, but that's just what you're like with people you're comfortable with and like."

[?!]

[their stories will forever haunt me]

[like what do you mean he threw you into a wall and you just go 'alright' ...]

She ended her statement with a shrug.

The younger rapper chuckled as she choked on her drink. "Or that's what they tell you, so you'll believe that."

[💀 FACTS]

"NO!" Minnie shouted out, hitting the other girl's shoulder as they laughed in chorus.

"No, no, but seriously, they are very very kind," Youngji stated after they both had calmed down.

[we stan the right group]

The female idol nodded. "That's right. I honestly- I don't even remember the last time I paid for... like food or something. When I was with them."

"What?"

[exactly]

[what?]

[excuse me?]

"Every time we're out together, one of the members pays for me," Minnie explained, her back resting against the wall.

[she's saying this as if it's the most normal thing ever?!]

"Are you serious?" Youngji was clearly taken aback by the words of the woman in front of her, glancing towards the producers and back at Minnie.

[i love how shook she is hahaha]

But she just nodded with a smile on her face. "Yeah... I mean," she turned towards the cameras, "Don't get me wrong, I can very well pay for myself and I really try," before looking at the '02 Liner again. "But they don't let me. Every time I go to pay, one of the members says 'I already covered it'."

[a girl that can pay for her own stuff but gets treated like the princess that she is]

[hell fucking yes]

[THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE]

[i just want to know which member does this the most]

[my guess is cheol, mingyu or hao]

[maybe joshua or wonwoo too]

[or jun would do that too]

[woozi definitely too with his black card]

[and dk would for sure treat his fellow '97 Liner as well]

[but seungkwan and dino would want to treat their favourite noona too]

[and vernon won't let his bestie pay either]

[alright, so i guess just all of them]

"Woah!" The female rapper looked at the table with an open mouth, still taking in what the idol was telling her. "See! See what I mean?!" Making everyone in the room errupt in laughter. "I want to have members like that! I want members to take care of me like that!"

[YOUNGJI'S SO REAL FOR THAT]

[good luck to minnie’s future partner]

[her standards must be 📈📈📈📈]

[AS THEY SHOULD BE]

"I will share my members with you, okay?" Minnie proposed to her.

Youngji's eyes lit up. "Would you really?"

With a sheepish smile, the '97 Liner grinned at her. She shook her head, "No, I wouldn't." Getting a groan in return.

[HAHAHAH]

[possessive minnie for the win]

[but let's be real]

[i wouldn't ever share them either]

"They're my members!" She then turned towards the camera again. "I love you, guys!" Raising her arms up, with her fingertips touching the top of her head, she formed a heart.

[conclusion: seventeen is the cutest group ever]

[thank you very much]

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I AM RUSHING TO GET THIS IN!!!

Friends to lovers maybe with a disabled reader?? Maybe she's someone he knew from back home who he runs into at a diner she's working at now. Maybe she feels like he abandoned her and her life fell apart when he moved away?

ANyway love you lots!!!

warning: there’s a lot of parentheses (it’s a choice) and a lot of swearing (I do what I want)

reader’s dialogue/feelings are based off my own experiences so if u read this and are like ??? don’t worry about it. i’m just projecting. the chronic illness is unspecified.

LOVE U BABE

you’ll probably date her

It’s hard enough growing up in a council estate in a shit part of Manchester (although you’d staunchly defend there’s no such thing as a shit part of Manchester) but it’s harder with fucking chronic illness. It manifests is clumsiness (joint pain), fidgeting (widespread pain), and bruising (skin problems).

Not to mention the fucking tiredness.

School is complete shit all the time, and life is complete shit all the time too.

Okay fine, not all the time, but a lot of the time.

There are bright spots in between flare ups, bright spots that consist of learning how to bake with Simon (Jamie’s stepdad) and petting Roy (Jamie’s cat) and watching horribly cheesy movies with Georgie (Jamie’s mum).

Oh, and Jamie.

You’ve known Jamie since birth, probably, when your mum brought you home and Jamie sat down on the saggy couch, aged two, and asked, “When does it open its eyes?”

He took it upon himself to look after you, magnanimous in a way he would not have been if you were actually related to him (thank god). When he starts to get tired of you, he can go back home to his own room and his own mum and hug her tight without having to share her with anyone else.

When you’re three and he’s five, you get a diagnosis. Jamie says, “That’s shit,” when your mum tells him you can’t play, and you’re told that you echo him with your first swear.

“That’s shit,” comes your tiny voice from the sofa, face down and covered in bags of frozen peas.

Your mum is too surprised by the first words you’ve said all day, that she a) doesn’t scold you and b) doesn’t catch Jamie as he slips by her into the house. He sits on the floor and starts to tell you about primary school and helps your mum when it’s time to put the peas back in the slightly-broken freezer.

It goes like that for years.

When you’re feeling well, you kick a football around with Jamie. When you’re feeling poorly, he climbs the steps to your room and tells you things, anything at all to distract you from the pain ripping through your body.

It’s nice. It makes you feel, like, someone cares, almost? Or someone understands? Or maybe the world isn’t carrying on without you, that a piece of it does stop when you do, and maybe you aren’t entirely alone.

You first realize you like Jamie (like-like) when you’re twelve and it feels like ice-cold water has been poured on your head, but not exactly in an unwelcoming way.

A shock, sure, but a soothing one.

You don’t tell him, but you think he probably knows. He’s not an idiot, he’s had girls swooning all over him since he was eight.

(And your mum knows, and she and Georgie talk, and Georgie tells Jamie to be extra nice to you and maybe a little bit careful not to be mean about it.)

He carefully slips on your small bed when you’re fifteen and he’s sixteen (almost seventeen, but it’s the one time of the year when you’re only a year apart) and balances on his side so he can look at you.

“You’ll be alright?” he asks, and you don’t have to ask what he’s talking about.

He’s going to play for Manchester (City, not United, and not the Premier League Team), and it’s all you’ve been able to think about.

You don’t say anything, so he gingerly pats your head. It messes up your hair, but it also feels like tiny electric sparks are shooting through your body (not the pain kind).

He lays there for a long time, whispering about secondary school and football and making enough money to buy houses for everyone he’s ever loved, you included.

(He promises he’ll call all the time.)

—

He does call, until he doesn’t.

Some days are good, some days are bad, and now the bad days feel like they’re your fault.

“You’re overdoing it,” your boss says, “You need to slow down or you’ll be out sick tomorrow.”

You bite back the words I’m doing my fucking best, and just nod. Fuck him, and fuck this. You can work just the same as everyone else, pain be damned. There are fucking bills to pay and yeah, this shit hurts, but what the fuck are you supposed to do. Benefits aren’t enough at the moment, and it’s been a solid two years since you’ve given up on waiting for a knight in shining armor (even if that knight is in the Premier League now, just like he always swore he’d be).

Your boss is fucking right the fucker, but you push through on Friday (it’s fucking shit) and crash on Saturday (it’s even more fucking shit).

Your mum places bags of frozen fruit on your joints, rearranging the pillows on the floor. You’ve long since outgrown the couch, instead needing more space. Your dad moved the coffee table, saying, “It’s on its last legs anyway,” and the space you called a living room now became a treatment room of sorts.

Georgie and Simon come over all the time for family dinner (potluck-style) and they are comfortable enough step over you or sit down on the floor to talk.

It sounds worse than it is, but when they’re in the flat it feels better, all warm and glowy, like things are right.

Nights are the worst, with the moving around trying to get comfortable, so you’re awake bright and early on Sunday morning. Early enough to sit on a bench in front of the estates, bundled up in your duvet and puffing cold air out into the sky.

You hear footsteps splashing down the tunnel, someone on their way home after a long night. Or maybe it’s one of the many kids who like to sneak out to play footie in hopes that they’ll be the next Jamie Tartt.

He’s not that great, you want to tell them, except you don’t even believe it yourself. He is that great, he’ll always be that great, and you should have fucking known that he was going to fuck off and fuck a gorgeous, carefree model and not you.

(Not that you want to fuck him. Well, you do, but you also want to, like, hold his hand.)

It was always going to end up this way, you should have known not to actually have real feelings for him, you should have left it at a childhood crush and not let yourself believe something could actually happen.

The footsteps pass you by, and it’s a man in a baseball hat and an awful silk-print tracksuit carrying a Gucci travel bag.

He’s out of place here, and you wonder if he’s lost. But no, he strides up to Georgie and Simon’s door like he owns the place, pulls out a key, and walks right in. It’s only after the door swings shut behind him that you realize it’s Jamie.

“Oh shit,” you whisper, clouds accompanying the words.

(You won’t admit it, but the surprise has rebooted your system a little bit, aching limbs forgotten for a moment.)

—

“This is shit,” you say as you lean on your fucking cane of all things. “It’s one thing if it’s Simon and Georgie, it’s another fucking thing if it’s Jamie fucking Tartt.”

“That’s a lot of fucking fucks,” your father says sagely, ignoring the glare you send his way and saying ow as your mum swats the back of his head.

“It’s only two fucks and one shit,” you tell him. “And I’m not going.”

“Then I’ll tell them to come over here,” your mum says placidly.

Absolutely not. Also-fucking-lutely not.

“I am going to my room,” you say with dignity, turning to go back up the stairs.

Your dad waves, the prick. “Have fun,” he says helpfully. You flip him off without looking, and you know for a fact he’s doing it back. You know he’ll be up in an hour with a plate of dinner and sneak you early desert.

There is no fucking way you’re seeing Jamie after two years like this.

The cane is a relatively new development and sure, it’s helpful with walking sometimes, but a cane? The fuck were the doctors thinking when they suggested this? You’re barely twenty, not a damn convalescent.

By the time you make it to your room, the doorbell’s ringing and voices are filling the flat. You reach for your bottle of pills and carefully tap the right amount into your hand (even though you know there is no drug on earth to calm down your traitor heart).

You lay down flat on your back with no immediate plans to move. You find your playlist and slip an earbud in, letting the music take you somewhere else. Somewhere where you don’t hurt for no reason, where you can focus like you’re supposed to, where you aren’t so damn tired all the time.

There’s a tap on your door.

“Come in,” you call to your dad, except the door opens and it’s Jamie, no longer in his stupid outfit from earlier, but in a nice jumper that you think might be Simon’s.

He smiles like he didn’t abandon you and sits down on the floor. You hand him the other earbud (it’s better than talking) and let Stevie Nicks croon in your ear.

“How’ve you been?” he asks (the prick) and you have half a mind to ignore him.

“It’s been two years,” you remind him. “Try again.”

Jamie looks stricken. “Right, yeah, I know, it’s just- I’ve been busy.”

“Yup,” you reply. “Me too.”

(The cane is leaning on the wall by the door, and you need Jamie to not notice it.)

Jamie points to the cane. “That’s new.”

“Yep,” you say because it’s not the same as yup. It has a different vowel. It’s a different word, you’re having a civil conversation, your brain is making sentences just fine.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He sounds like he means it, which is worse. “I went through some shit, you know? It don’t excuse it, but… got a new gaffer, Keeley dumped me, then I got sent back to City right when I were getting better. It’s been shit. I’ve been shit,” he corrects.

Your arm’s falling asleep so you shift, trying to stifle a groan.

Jamie’s up in a moment, all concern. “You alright?”

“Clearly,” you gasp out as savagely as possible. “Fuck off, alright? I don’t need your pity, not now, so go find some other charity case.”

Fucking flare-ups. Fucking Jamie. Fucking chronic illness and its fucking lack of a cure.

Jamie looks like he’s been slapped. To be fair, you would if you could get in the right position.

“You’re not charity,” he says, and unfortunately (and again) he sounds like he fucking means it.

“Okay,” you say. “That’s fucking mint. Thanks for staying such a good friend all these years, it’s been real fucking fun. I’ve got to lie here in discomfort, so I imagine you’ll be leaving now. Goodbye.”

Jamie stares at you a moment, then leaves.

—

It’s a good day. It’s a good day and it’s raining and you don’t even care because it’s a good day. Nothing can ruin it (this isn’t a premonition) not even stupid Jamie showing up out of nowhere.

(It’s a little bit of a premonition.)

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing he says when he turns up in his mum’s kitchen, an hour before he’s supposed to be home. You’re supposed to be long gone by now, but you and Simon have cheese pinwheels in the oven that aren’t done for another twenty minutes, so now you’re stuck here until then.

“Fucking mint,” you say, just like the night before. Simon freezes but Georgie just rolls her eyes.

“We’ll be in the other room, loves,” she says. “Jamie, don’t be a fucking idiot.”

You tell him, “I’m having a good day, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t fucking ruin it.”

“You’re not a charity case,” he says, and you think maybe he is broken, but like a record is broken, not like a teacup.

Jamie says, “I weren’t lying about going through shit,” and you snap (like a rubber band, not a bone).

“Big fucking deal, Jamie, you’ve been going through shit since you were six years old. I’ve been going through shit too, in case you didn’t fucking notice. It’s not an excuse to be a shitty person or a shitty friend,” you burst out.

“I didn’t say it as an excuse, it’s just a fucking reason,” Jamie shouts back. “Jesus Christ, you’re not the only person with fucking problems! You’re allowed to be mad shitty sometimes, I didn’t ever complain, so why’s it fucking different for me?”

You open your mouth to tell him why it’s fucking different, except you don’t actually have a reason. How many times did you sit with him as he iced his knee, or his face, or his arm while you iced your back, or your chest, or your legs?

Pain is pain, your fucking government-issued therapist had said. And shit if she isn’t right.

“You abandoned me,” you reply, voice small. “You left me for Keeley and I wouldn’t have minded, I really wouldn’t have. I just wanted to talk to you.”

Jamie rubs his face with a sigh. “Didn’t know how to talk to you, after. I knew you liked me since we were kids and I liked you too, so it felt fucking… weird. Dunno. But, I was with her because it was what I was supposed to do and she was mad fit and fucking funny. I’ve had a crush on her for fucking… ages.”

“Right,” you say, feeling one millimeter tall, “I get that.”

Jamie shakes his head and says, “Nah, you don’t.” (The fuck does he mean? He can’t read your mind).

“You don’t get it,” he continues. “Had a crush on her, didn’t I? Not the same as you. You were proper in love with me, and I…” he trails off.

“He was proper in love with you too,” comes Georgie’s voice.

Jamie turns bright red and you do too, and it’s like you’re kids again and he’s in your bed and you’re trying not to think about how close his lips are to yours.

“That’s… well, that’s…” You try and fail to come up with the right words.

“Yeah,” Jamie says, still blushing. “Yeah, suppose I was. Couldn’t do anything about it, then. Could do something about it now. If you’ve forgiven me.” He says it casually, like he won’t mind if you tell him to go away out of his own mum’s house and never return, when in reality he’ll burn up and die if you do.

“I will. I do,” you say. “I’m sorry too, I am. I can be a prick sometimes.”

Jamie shrugs, but he’s smiling a little. “I’m a prick all the time, love. Fucking… fucked childhood or some shit.”

“Some shit,” you echo. “So, proper in love with me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jamie says. “Proper. Wrote my first name with your last on every bit of paper I could get me hands on, didn’t I?”

“Fuck off,” you say with a grin.

“It’s true,” Simon shouts from the sofa. “Found some bits when I was cleaning one day.”

Wait. Simon didn’t move in until Jamie was a teenager. That means…

“Oh my god, were you fifteen when you were writing that? You weren’t even a kid anymore! What the fuck Jamie, you had it bad!” you tease.

“Fuck off, it was just a stupid joke,” he says defensively.

“Uh huh, sounds like,” you say as you go to wrap your arms around him. “You liked me.”

“Fuck’s sake,” he grumbles, leaning down to kiss your head. He’s never going to fucking live this down.

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