#I feel like I gotta do the noodle dance whenever someone asks about something I’ve yet to consider

[mmmleckerlecker]

Question on Heart Pangs' lore

I suppose there is both pred and prey artists in this universe. Are well known prey artists like singers or actors more protected ? Do they have pred bodyguards ? :o

Hmmm tbh that’s a good question? I’m sure they have body guards. Tho now I’m thinking about it, it might be more likely they have prey bodyguards who are just... trained to fight off preds? I imagine if the prey celebs are afraid of possible pred attacks, they might not trust another pred to protect them. UNLESS perhaps it’s not consuming that a prey is specifically worried about. Just maybe being swarmed by a bunch of pred fans. I think a pred bodyguard would probably be more capable of fighting back the crowds.

I think in general tho a prey celebrity would probably have to get themselves in quite the situation to be at risk of being consumed. Since they’re always in the spotlight, it would be hard for a pred to snatch them up without being noticed. It would probably take a lot of planning and at that point said pred would probably just be some weird stalker murderer.

[lovelylunarwriting]

Jaemin Soulmate!AU

Jaemin has a reputation as a “cool” kind of guy, which is why he wears bracelets to hide the words permanently etched on his left wrist

“Wait- if it’s not butter, then what is it?”

Jisung and Haechan are notorious for giving him shit for having a ‘weird’ soulmate, but Jaemin thinks it’s kind of funny, honestly

Like great question dude but,,, why are you asking me this

Jaemin’s apartment is around the corner from a little family-owned grocery store that he’s frequented since his high school days.

He’s very much a regular, to the point of the owner being like “Jaemin…. Please just work here. You already know where everything is”

To which Jaemin has to respectfully decline, because he wants to focus on his dancing and singing, and working too much would get in the way of practicing.

That, however, does not stop the old man from sending customers with questions to Jaemin whenever he comes in.

Because Jaemin is too polite to be like “uhh I don’t work here, good luck”, he always ends up helping them

But secretly, he doesn’t mind. He thinks that maybe one day, his soulmate will be the next one to ask him a question.

Even after repeated questions about “how much does this cost?”, “when do you guys open tomorrow?”, “when will the next shipment of bok choy be in?”, he still isn’t terribly bothered.

The other employees chastise the boss for sending customers to Jaemin, but the old man is always like “he knows this store better than you all do. That’s why he gets a discount higher than yours”

Employee discount: 15 percent off all merchandise

Na Jaemin discount: 20 percent off all merchandise

It’s an unspoken rule amongst employees that Na Jaemin gets a discount, but they are NEVER to mention it to him! He knows that business has been rough recently and wouldn’t accept the generosity, but the boss thinks Jaemin is too skinny and wants him to be able to afford to eat well.

Now lovely reader, this is where you come in. You recently got a job at this grocery store but you work in the back, so you have never seen the famous “Na Jaemin” that all your fellow employees chat about so frequently.

Coworker #1: “Ugh, he’s like SO dreamy”

Coworker #2: “I know right? He’ll have no trouble becoming an idol at this rate”

Meanwhile you’re like “lol what who? Also where is the printer for printing clearance labels”

You specifically applied for the back of house position because you did not want to talk to people.

It’s not that you’re antisocial by any means- honestly it’s the opposite. It’s just that you have the tendency to say whatever you’re thinking with absolutely no filter.

So in the past when more…. challenging… customers have talked down to you, you gave back the same energy without thinking.

Management was not happy,,, so you were like “mmmm maybe I should just keep to myself and everyone would be happier”

One day though, it seems that you’re shit out of luck.

Your work bestie calls you at 3 in the morning on your day off saying that her kid has a fever and she’s gotta stay home and take care of him.

You have no plans other than generally being a lazy lump at home, and she’s always had your back at work, so you’re like “girl don’t worry about it, I got your shift. I’ll make some chicken noodle soup for him too”

To which she’s like “bitch if I hadn’t found my soulmate already I would’ve snatched you up T-T”

You giggle and tell her to try and get some rest- both her and her kid.

And then sleep another blissful 4 hours before rolling in for the 8am shift.

When you get there, boss man is like “ayeee so you’re covering for her shift which is stocking shelves, are you gonna be okay doing that?”

You: “Ahaha yeah it’ll be fine~ just please don’t send customers to me oh my gosh”

Boss Man: “Don’t worry, I just saw Jaemin walk in. I’ll send them to him”

You: “... who is Jaemin”

Boss Man: “He’s my FAVORITE!! Remember that!”

You: “Oh, okay!! Yes sir!”

You’re like fifteen minutes into your shift and you’re already on edge because all you’ve done so far is dodge all the old ladies who are shopping this early.

No actual products have been put on the shelves yet, or at least not by your hands.

Settling down in the dairy section, you relax a bit and start putting cold products in the cold shelves fixed to the wall.

And of course- things are in the wrong place. Why would anyone put anything back where it belongs?

Picking up a product, you glance at the label out of sheer boredom more than anything.

“Wait- if it’s not butter, then what is it?”, you say to yourself.

Or so you think.

“Yeah, that is like the one question I don’t know how to answer”, you hear a masculine voice say from behind.

You spin around and look up into the man’s face.

And oh boy is that a nice looking face.

“Oh I’m sorry, I- WAIT”, you start, before you realize what he said.

Grabbing his left wrist, you push up the bracelets to reveal what you’d just said. Then you drop his hand out of sudden shyness, and because it’s not cool just to grab people.

“Do… do you mind if I look at your wrist as well?”, he asks quietly.

You roll up your sleeve and present him with your arm. He delicately wraps his fingers around your wrist and flips it over to read the words written”

He drops your wrist and sinks into a squat, flopping his arms over his head and looking at the ground.

“Oh my gosh why did I say something so lame…”

“Umm,,, to be fair,,, I did ask you about butter so by comparison yours isn’t that bad,,,,”, you try to comfort him, and he lifts his head up to meet your gaze.

“You mean that? It wasn’t like the lamest thing you’ve ever heard?”

“Oh I’ve heard much lamer things, don’t worry!”, you say with a cheery smile that contrasts your words entirely.

He stands up again and clasps your hands in his. With a look of determination he looks straight into your soul and asks:

“What time do you get off work?”

You tell him, but let him know that you’ll be busy after work making chicken noodle soup for your coworker and her son.

He’s like “oh you can cook?” and you’re like “lol no but I’m gonna die trying”

He writes his phone number on your arm (next to your soulmate tattoo) and is like “text me when you’re done with work and I’ll swing by and walk you home and maybe I can help you cook”

And quickly clarifies “ONLY IF YOU’RE COMFORTABLE WITH ME IN YOUR HOME, I UNDERSTAND IF BECAUSE WE JUST MET YOU-”

You’re like “dude,,,, it’s fine, we are literally destined to be together. Also if you try anything I’ll just beat you up so it’s chill”

Looking at his watch, he sprints makes a beeline for the checkout counter, going on about he’s gonna be so later and Haechan’s never gonna let it go if he’s late twice in a row, and something else but by that point he’s so far away from the dairy aisle you can only hear muffled sounds where words should be.

The next several hours could not go by ANY SLOWER.

Starting off today, you figured the day would go by quickly because you’d be preoccupied figuring out how to do something new, but now all you can think about is pretty soulmate boy.

And how he never mentioned his name, but to be fair, it was a rather quick exchange.

What feels like centuries later, your shift is coming to a close so you grab the ingredients you the internet tells you you need for the soup and head to your favorite cashier.

Somehow the front of the store is both quiet and abnormally loud for this time of night.

“Jaemin’s been waiting there for fifteen minutes? Do you think he’s waiting for someone?”

“Maybe he needs to talk to the boss? Usually he’d just ask one of us to grab him but he’s just standing outside”

“Ugh it’s so cold, should we tell him to come inside?”

You glance over to the crowd of coworkers towards the entrance and break out into a smile.

“Just keep ringing me up, I’ll be right back!”, you tell the cashier and fast walk past the small crowd.

Peeping your head out the door, you greet him.

“Are you cold? Come inside, I’m almost done”

“Oh okay, should I wait by the door though?”

“No, come with me. I wanna show you off~”, you instruct and he raises an eyebrow, but plays along.

Holding open the door for him, he scuffles his way in and shyly offers his hand.

Gladly, and with a pounding heart, you lock your fingers between his.

“Your hands are freezing, dude”

“Shhh it’s fine. I was trying to be cool, okay”, he jokes with you as you walk back to the register

Ringing up your items, the cashier is looking at you and him with raised eyebrows, and you’re just like “shut up jessica I’ll explain tomorrow”

The two of you walk back to your apartment and spend the rest of the night cooking and talking about everything and nothing.

The more you learn about Jaemin, the more confident you are that the universe got this one right.

Even when most things feel unclear, you know this person is someone you can always rely on.

(also when you bring your sick work bestie the soup, Jaemin insists on tagging along and she’s like “omg Y/N that’s JAEMIN” and you’re like “I KNOW” and he’s like “hi here’s some soup, also why do you know my name”

[ceslatoil]

Starcrossed, Chapter One: Where We Lay Our Scene

When it was discovered that McGucket Manor was in dire need of groceries, McGucket and Puck traveled to the supermarket together that afternoon, as it had always been since Puck had entered the old man's service. This was a good arrangement, as both were able to keep the other in check when it came to choosing the right foods; McGucket would live off of baked beans forever if he could get away with it, and Puck still hadn't grasped that humans shouldn’t eat nothing but dessert every day. Puck was pushing the shopping cart down the aisle, with McGucket sitting in the metal basket, surrounded by veggies and boxes of cereal, looking quite relaxed as they wandered through the store. A few people were staring, but to be fair, if you or I saw a white haired fairy with black beetle wings pushing around an old man in a shopping cart, I think it’s safe to assume that we’d probably start gawking at them as well. It’s not personal. While there were many people staring at the two housemates bickering over groceries, one character in particular seemed to have caught the attention of Puck. There, by the bakery, stood a young man in his mid twenties: he was tall with dark, wavy hair and a bright, charming smile, he tilted his head at Puck, as if he was trying to recognize him. Puck stared back. Not because the stranger was handsome, oh no, thought Puck, or the fact that he had a little dimple that showed whenever he smiled at him, and that in and of itself was making Puck feel warm and light; no, that was definitely not the reason Puck was staring so intently at this new, pretty stranger. Not even a little bit. Nope. No sir. He was staring back because he wanted to intimidate him. (yes, that sounds about right, thought Puck). Who does this gorgeous little punk think he is, staring at me, making me feel all weird… I’ll just… keep staring at him, he thought, that’ll teach him! Puck glowered at the stranger, bearing his sharp, shark-like teeth at the man. For sure it would have been a lot more intimidating if Puck wasn’t dressed in a fluffy, lake foam green sweater that practically engulfed his thin frame; it was like seeing a bundled up puppy trying to act tough in front of strangers. But for all his efforts, Puck didn’t seem to be getting anywhere with this stranger, in fact, it looked as if the man was starting to laugh at the weird little gremlin. And a good laugh it was too, Puck noticed, nice and warm sounding, and did that smile of his just get prettier? That’s no fair, thought the Fae, you can’t just start looking prettier after laughing like that, it’s completely disarming! “Puck? Everything all right?” McGucket asked as the Fae stared down the stranger. Puck blinked. He was so taken by the beauty of this mysterious stranger that he had forgotten what he was doing. “Um… where am I again?” Puck asked no one in particular. You’re at a grocery store, staring at the gorgeous man eyeing the blueberry muffins. “Yes… that does sound about right,” Puck admitted, once again overcome with a wave of attraction. You’re also drooling a little bit. “Whoops,” said Puck, wiping off a trail of saliva from the corner of his mouth. “… Who the Sam Hill are you talking to,” asked McGucket, confused. “I never said a word,” lied Puck, pushing his cart down the aisle to get a better look at the man. In fact, the man was walking over to meet them. A jolt of panic overcame Puck for a few seconds, but he put on his usual smirk once the stranger approached him. “Excuse me,” said the man, his voice deep and booming, “I don’t mean to sound like a creep, but are you Robyn-Goodfellow21?” “Depends on who’s asking,” said Puck smoothly, his great, silvery eyes piercing as always as he gazed up at the stranger. Damn, why does he have to be so tall, he thought. “Well, I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody with a conditional identity before,” quipped the stranger, “but my name is Charlie De La Fuente; I’m an intern at the local news station.” “Hey wait a minute,” said McGucket, pointing at Charlie, “I’ve seen you! You were at that restaurant when that feller attacked the news lady with his terrible music and exploding cake!” “Well, that’s the best summary I’ve ever heard about that whole catastrophe,” Charlie laughed. “Ah, but you must be Goodfellow21,” he said, turning his attention back to Puck, “I recognize him from your video ‘McGucket Hates Celery.’” “McGucket Hates Celery” was a video Puck had posted online a few weeks ago. He had discovered, after bringing home buffalo wings one evening, that his boss, well, hated celery. He had glared at the little green stalk all though out dinner; this had amused Puck so much that he compiled a video made of nothing but clips of McGucket finding stalks of celery hidden around the house and him reacting angrily to the loathed vegetable. Puck’s favorite moment had been McGucket finding a stalk in the bouquet his boyfriend had bought him, McGucket had taken one look and slammed the whole arrangement over Ford’s head, all while screaming at the top of his lungs. “Well,” said Puck, grinning sheepishly as McGucket shot him a brief glare, “I guess I stand guilty of all charged. My name is Puck and that video you described is my best work.” “Ah ha,” said Charlie, who grabbed Puck’s hand and shook it at once, “I’m so glad to finally meet you! I’ve been a fan ever since I found your Snapgram page, your videos always brighten up my day!” “It’s true,” said Puck, beaming as the man gripped his slender hand tightly, “I am pretty great. You have good taste.” “The confidence,” said Charlie happily; he shot McGucket another friendly look before adding, “I feel so lucky to have run into you and your son today, it’s nice to meet someone as talented with a camera as Puck!” “He’s not my father,” said Puck, a bit too abruptly. There was an awkward pause as McGucket pursed his lips at this snub. Charlie quickly recovered. “Oh, sorry, an easy mistake,” he said, giving Puck’s hand a slight squeeze. Puck blushed as Charlie continued, “I just naturally assumed that such handsome men would be related.” McGucket’s frown thawed away as he descended into a fit of giggles. 'You really are too charming for your own good,” said Puck, smirking at Charlie with rising affection. “Well, I’m certainly glad you think so,” said Charlie with a wink; he glanced at his watch and added, “I’m sorry, but I have to go; the crew wants me to pick up a box of doughnuts—“ “I’m heartbroken that one of my adoring fans thinks store-bought doughnuts are in any way an acceptable form of pastry,” said Puck with mock horror. “Well,” said Charlie, pulling a cream-colored card from his pocket, “If you ever feel like suggesting something better, just give my number a call.” Charlie winked at Puck again as he placed the card in the Fae’s hand. “I hope I see you around, Puck!” Charlie grabbed his box of doughnuts and left them behind. Puck sighed as he stared at the delicate card Charlie had left with him. “What a delightful person,” said Puck, his tone smitten as he crumpled the card into a little ball, pitching it over his shoulder. Appalled, McGucket rescued the number by catching the paper in his hands. “That wasn’t very nice,” he chided Puck as the Fae pushed the cart out of the aisle. “No, I suppose it wasn’t,” said Puck, feigning interest in a box of pasta noodles. “I thought he was a sweet boy,” said McGucket, crossing his arms across his chest. “Yes, I do suppose he was very sweet and boyish,” said Puck, still staring at the pasta box. “He was awful handsome too, I reckon,” said McGucket pointedly. “Yes, I suppose if you like that sort of type,” sniffed Puck. “What type?” “Oh you know,” said Puck, putting down the pasta box to stare at a different one instead, “The charming, witty type that come in tall, dark and handsome; the kind that still has all their teeth and look as if they’ve actually read something outside of the third grade.” “He was definitely that kind,” agreed McGucket, “and he seemed to like you an awful lot.” “Oh really,” said Puck, still trying to sound completely bored by this conversation. “Yeah! Ya ought to call him,” said McGucket, holding up the crumpled paper to Puck’s eyes. “Sorry,” said Puck, sounding not sorry in the least, “but I’m utterly hopeless at this sort of thing.” “Ya seemed to be doing fine earlier,” countered McGucket. “This summer heat has you seeing things,” said Puck firmly. He refused to speak any more about the conversation they had with Charlie, instead he began bolting up and down the aisle with the cart, ignoring everyone and everything as he tried not to think about how heart melting Charlie’s smile was… Puck was so lost in his reverie that he didn’t notice he had bumped into somebody until he heard the sound of McGucket shrieking and the metal carts clashing against each other. “Cart fights,” cheered Mabel Pines, who, like McGucket, was sitting in the cart’s basket among an assortment of groceries. She waved cheerfully at the two of them as she said, “Hiya Puck! Hey McGucket! Aw, Puck, you’re wearing the sweater I made you! You look so cute!” Mabel’s cart was being pushed by Wendy Corduroy, who shot Puck an icy look; clearly she still hadn’t forgiven Puck for his earlier behavior this summer. “Well, hello Mabel,” said Puck, cheerfully ignoring Wendy’s continued death glare, “you’re right, I do look cute! And what may I ask are you up to today?” He saw that their basket was full of popcorn and sodas; perhaps the Mystery Shack was throwing another dance? “Nothing,” said Wendy curtly. “We’re just… getting supplies. Emergency supplies. For the apocalypse.” “Oh no, not again,” said McGucket, panicking. “Puck, we gotta get more beans! Quickly now!” “Don’t be silly,” said Mabel, waving her hand and Wendy, “We’re getting stuff for movie night!” “Ooooooh, that sounds great,” said Puck with a grin, “I can’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday night!” “Why don’t you come over then,” Mabel asked without looking at Wendy, who looked disgusted with the very thought, “Dipper’s going too; we’re all totally overdue to hang out in a non-life-or-death situation!” “Well,” said Puck, pulling at the collar of his sweater uneasily. “I don’t know… I have a lot of plans for tonight, I don’t think I can make it—“ “Oh, he ain’t got no plans,” snapped McGucket, “get him out of my house!” Wendy pinched the bridge of her nose. Eventually, she looked up and said, “Fine. Party’s at my house around six. Bring a snack.” “Bye Puck!” cheered Mabel as Wendy pulled the cart away from them. “See you tonight!” When the girls were gone, Puck glared at McGucket and said, “what in the world did you do that for?” “That’s for throwing away that nice man’s number,” said McGucket. “Of course, if ya wanted to just give him a call after all you can just skip out on the party!" Puck growled before turning his cart around. “Where are we goin’?” asked McGucket. “To get ingredients for whatever dish I’m going to make for this blasted party,” said Puck haughtily. “I think I might want to pick up some celery as well. Lots of it.”