#p:mina

[dean-mitchell]

Bowl-O-Rama | Dean & Mina

Dean liked Mina. She was vibrant, and he felt as though he could truly resonate with her. That’s why he was so quick to invite her for some bowling and wings. Because who didn’t enjoy a good competition, right? He dressed casually, sporting just a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans for their hangout. He had picked her up at the time they originally agreed, and even the car ride was worthwhile. The music blasted, as what he typically did during a summer evening, and it was filled of jokes and laughter. It hadn’t been long before the two finally arrived at the bowling alley, and getting out of the car Dean was quick to lock it, shoving his keys into his pocket and pulling out his wallet as they proceeded into the vicinity. “I at least hope you’re planning on giving me a run for my money. We love some good competition.” he laughed, grabbing his shoes from the employee before making his way over to their station.

@theminafournier

[ccsunggyu-blog]

spoonful of sugar // mina

tw: brief mention of anxiety symptoms

He manages himself well.

Most people never expects someone like him, the fearless leader of rookie heroes, to struggle with anxiety. It frustrates him that even if he can function fine, it’s always lingering underneath the surface of everything he does. All he can do is manage himself the best he can: he practices his breathing, he sees his own therapist once every week, he eats as healthy as he can, he gets plenty of superhero exercise, and he never misses a morning dose of medication.

But sometimes, you do everything “right” and still have your moments.

The subway begins crowding and he’s the first to offer his seat to an elderly woman. Out of all the kids playing on their phones, none of them had the courtesy to give up their seat? What is this world coming to? He shakes his head with a small smile as the subway starts, and things are fine for the first few minutes.

Then out of nowhere, it goes downhill. 

His hands feel clammy around the pole he holds onto, but his grip tightens because his legs feel like jelly. Sunggyu feels his heart pounding harder. More and more people crowd onto the subway. Good lord, he hopes nobody talks to him. All of his breathing and muscle techniques escape him as he fumbles through the front pocket of his backpack. He finds a small, orange container filled with pills and topped off with a white cap. A small dosage of Klonopin usually calms him down before the anxiety really wreaks havoc. The subway starts, elbows jostle his arms, and white pills shower down like raindrops. He gets apologies and worried faces, which he responds to with breathless "It's okay"s and “No, I know it was just an accident”s!

His eyes squeeze shut; he doesn't want to start crying. 

@ccmina

[atlantean-schala]

Panic Cord || Mina & Schala

Schala strolled down the blocks near the Cityspire, taking in the scene around her. The city was nearly fixed and, perhaps, had grown even better now that the Atlanteans had set foot. Over the past few days, she had watched them, observed them as she always did. The more she watched the people, the Temen rebels, thrive on land, the more guilty she felt about her actions. It was a relief to know that she had been pardoned, though that still did not stop the resentment she felt in the air of those she was around. If it got worse, she almost wished she had been locked up inst-

Schala stopped in her tracks, eyes clouding as a vision came to mind.

Smoke. Flashes of light. The city once again in chaos. An Atlantean army with the faces of her former leader’s comrades.

The Atlantean swallowed hard and placed her hand against the wall next to her as the scene slowly faded. Gathering her bearings, she rushed back to the Cityspire, debating about taking the elevators and then deciding to float up to the top instead. There was no time. This was urgent. I wish to speak to you. May I come in? She thought as she hovered outside of the young woman’s balcony. She wasn’t used to such informalities but with her visions, she didn’t like to delay.

[pennywitch-blog]

grounds for a meeting | penny and mina

Penny liked working the late shift at Common Grounds. Working at the coffee shop was a dream come true. The money wasn’t great, but it was enough to pay for necessities and, rarely, some bauble or treasure from one of Birchwood’s small stores. It was the people, the smell of fresh blueberry muffins being made, and the soft ding of the register as it slid open that filled Penny’s heart with joy. It was the little things  that made her so grateful for Birchwood.

She’d had many jobs in the last few years. Truth was, it was hard to find a job without a high school diploma, so the jobs she had managed to snag were the ones nobody else wanted. Night janitor, short order cook, dishwasher. She’d employed her old philosophy: grin and bear it. Even when her hands were chapped and her fingers stung from strong cleaners or hours over a hot stove, Penny chose to be happy about it. She had to. 

But this job was better than the others. Sometimes, she didn’t even have to grin and bear it; she could just grin. 

Penny looked up from her thoughts, realizing that she’d spent several minutes staring vacantly off into space. The shop was empty, it was just her and the baker, Mina, who Penny had spoken with but never really carried on a meaningful conversation with. This was her chance to break the silence. She cleared her throat a little nervously, “Quiet tonight, huh? It’s nice. Getting paid to do nothing.”

[rachelxteer]

Listen Up || Mina & Rachel

Rachel stared at the numbers as they lit up one by one. The lift slowly ascended. She leaned against the railing, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. Her eyes drifted to the ceiling of the elevator, imagining the Original who would be waiting for her there. She had been itching to achieve all of her levels. There was a lot going on at the moment and what better way than to get everything over with than now? Just then, the elevator doors slid open and she stepped out, smiling softly at the Original she was expecting to see. "Hello, Mina."

[rachelxteer]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time || Mina & Rachel

Rachel had no intention of attending the formal dinner. Her head was still spinning from the thoughts that couldn't get out. In the end, she had forced herself to go just for her own sanity. The whole night, she stayed in her own personal corner, hoping no one would notice or approach her. The last things she wanted were: to talk to people, have them ask about her problems and have Ivan see her. She was acting way out of line and she knew people caught onto it easily. For the remainder of the party, Rachel continued her little game of evasive action, avoiding certain people and remaining out of sight.

It wasn't until the lights went out did she finally feel relieved. She, once again, kept a low profile until the number of lit candles increased and the panic slowly died down. Feeling uncomfortable being there any longer, she decided to feel her way out of the room and make her way back to her cabin. She wasn't enjoying herself one bit and there was no use sticking around after all. Once she stepped outside into the cold, dark night, she began to navigate her way back, eventually stumbling into the woods.

[thehandsofagoddess]

Something worth sharing ➢ Daria & Mina

From a young age, Daria had always pushed against the boundaries people had laid before her and labeled as acceptable. Playing with her brothers as a child rather than learning how to be a kept woman. Learning how to sow up skin rather then fabric. And now it was her friendships. It was a test of the limits, one she was sure her family, or the Queen in particular, would not appreciate. For she was a bastard, not a highborn. A woman, not a man. All facts she'd accepted and discarded with a smile.

Walking alone the streets, her eyes had trailed over groups of people, gifting them with a polite hello or small smile before moving onward. Her trip around the streets was meant to be short. A straight path toward the woods, where she was needed to help collect supplies for a handful of remedies. The idea left her mind however, upon spotting a familiar High Priestess. Without hesitation, she moved toward the older woman, easily falling into step beside her with a hum. "The weather seems to be faring quite well today, isn't it? I've heard rumors that we're in for a storm off the coast come dusk." 

[fcxminho]

trauma!

trauma: our characters going through a traumatic experience.

{Note: This is going to be a totally AU thing where the mansion was blown up by warfare between mutants and humans~}

"Everyone take cover!" 

Screams, sirens, and wails merged into a single soundtrack as Minho ran across the school grounds, a herd of students following him as he kept a forcefield of light going above their heads. Several hard chunks of rock ricocheted off of the forcefield, jarring the mutant’s bones as he felt the shock of each impact. 

The Brotherhood. The Brotherhood was attacking. Minho had to admit that he didn’t see that one coming. 

The best surprises are the ones that you don’t, well, see coming.

Now only several meters away from their destination, Minho heard a loud cry pierce the air. With a jolt of realization, he recognized Mina’s voice. WIth a renewed sense of urgency, Minho dashed up to the entrance to the Danger Room and quickly authorized his entry. “In! Go!” As soon as the last student of the group disappeared inside, Minho closed the doors again and went to look for his student. 

"Mina! Where are you?" Eyes frantically scanning his surroundings, Minho barely reacted in time as a firebomb exploded several meters away from him, using the light to safely teleport himself to a safer distance away from the explosion. Overhead, he thought he could hear a sinister laugh.

As the laughter subsided, a weak cry reached Minho’s ears. Thinking quickly, Minho absorbed the light rolling off of the fire, and used it to make a large shield above his head. Meanwhile, he started forwards, eyes picking up a slight discoloration in what appeared to be a pile of rocks. 

Another explosion crashed into his shield, making Minho grit his teeth. Later. He would fight whoever was up there later. Right now, his first priority was getting to Mina and carrying her inside.

Finally, after a slew of missiles that tore parts of his shield apart, Minho reached the pile of rocks. He barely kept in a cry of dismay as he saw Mina trapped underneath the rubble up to her waste. 

"I-I can’t feel my legs, sun-seng nim,” Mina whispered. 

Minho was already working on moving the rubble away with both his light and his hands, momentarily dropping the shield. He had to be careful; one false move could further injure Mina. “I’m almost done, Mina, hold on,” he said determinedly. Finally, he caught a glimpse of Mina’s tattered jeans.

"I-is my back broken?" 

"Please be quiet and let me focus, Mina," Minho murmured. This really was not something that he wanted to think about right now.

Thankfully, she stayed silent.

After a while, Minho was finally able to clear all the rubble off of her. Gently, Minho took one of her arms and slung it over his shoulders. “This might hurt a little,” he cautioned. Trying to be as careful as he could, the teacher picked up his student and held her close to him. He quickly absorbed what light he could from the fires that were still blazing on the school grounds, and, with one fast spurt of energy, teleported them to the door of the Danger Room. Quickly, Minho got the door to open and a second later, loud bangs and the blaring heat became but mere memories. 

Minho looked back down at the girl in his arms. Mina’s head had lolled back, and with a flare of panic, Minho thought that she was dead. After a quick affirmation that she had a heartbeat, however, he felt himself calm down. 

We’ll get through this, Mina. We’ll get through this.