#being offered fast foods and is grumpy about it

[mercisnm]

Fish & chips date (the only way Tissaia has them is the traditional way: with salt & vinegar, perhaps a pickled onion, she disapproves of ketchup on her chips. Yennefer eats them with mayo. To annoy her.)

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

First date!

🐢💙❤️2003 TMNT x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word Count: 862

CW: Gender-neutral reader, referred to only as ‘you’, turtles my beloved, I am feeding you turtle fluff today. <3

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 A first date with Leo would be pretty cozy, I’d think. He wishes he could take you out to a fancy restaurant like other men could, or even take you to a movie theater, ANYTHING so romantic, he wishes he could do. It really does make him feel so bad that he can’t provide you with romantic experiences like this, not unless he was disguised, but he can’t risk it either.

💙 But, you’re able to snap him out of it! You suggest a little stay-in date, and honestly, he wasn’t really aware what a stay-in date was, so you end up explaining all the things you two could do.

💙 That actually lifts his spirits a bit, and you reassuring him you didn’t need anything fancy and were happy just spending time with him made him feel so warm and fuzzy.

💙 The two of you would make dinner together when the brothers were out and Splinter was sitting in his room. The two of you had a romantic time, making spaghetti together and enjoying the meal… Soft touches, subtle flirting and sweet exchanges with one another, and the food was delicious too!

💙 After that, Leo would turn on Mikey’s stereo, playing some romantic music, then offering a hand. Once you take it, he’d pull you into a slow dance, your bodies pressed together in a warm embrace as you two would sway, his eyes staring into yours warmly. It was truly a cozy night.

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ A first date with Raph would be pretty fun! He already knows what he wants to do, he’s had it planned out for months if you two ever did get together— Yeah, he’s daydreamed a lot the moment you’d possibly say yes.

❤️ He gets Donnie to make another helmet, just for you specifically. Once that’s done, the plan is set into motion. Raph approaches you and asks if you want to go somewhere special, and once you give him the yes he was waiting for, he takes you up to their garage.

❤️ He would take you for a ride on the Shell Cycle through the city and soon make it outside of the city to a nearby patch of grass with a blanket and even a picnic basket, (bro had this all set up).

❤️ The two of you would end up enjoying the sandwiches he made while admiring the stars, it was just the two of you, and it all felt so so right.

❤️ You guys ended up cuddling that night and sharing a few kisses before he had to bring you home. He was very grumpy about that fact. 💔

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 With Donnie, he wasn’t sure what to do for a first date. He’s not experienced in the romance department, (not like any of his brothers are either but), mostly because he’s always thought more about science than what it would be like to love another.

💜 Well, how about a small adventure? Not the most romantic, but it would still be fun! The two of you set off in the Battle Shell, picking up some fast food and stopping in an empty-ish parking lot to eat.

💜 After talking and eating, you two would set off again and find yourself at an old scrapyard that seemed pretty much abandoned! After Donnie would give you that look, you couldn’t deny those little puppy eyes.

💜 Honestly an interesting experience. Donnie found some pretty neat things he could use for his inventions, and you found some pretty cool old things, like you found an old antique lamp, which was pretty cool!

💜 You guys would get back to the lair and end up cuddling on the couch. Not long after, both of you were passed out with a soft blanket draped over the both of you. His brothers found you guys and Mikey took pictures to tease the both of you later, (little stinker).

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 As I mentioned in the last fic, (the ‘03 turtles are in love!), you guys had a rooftop date… And to say it was a fun experience would be absolutely correct.

🧡 Mikey, being the goofball that he is, had this little dining table set up and he had a fake mustache on along with this apron, acting like a waiter once you first climbed onto the rooftop, greeting you with a big smile.

🧡 He’d push in your chair and hand you the menu, pouring you a glass of Fanta, while asking you what you’d like to eat. This menu only had pizza on it by the way, so what did you order? Pizza of course!

🧡 He’d take your menu and soon grab a box of pizza, tossing aside his apron and mustache, making you laugh at his silly antics. He’d serve the pizza with a wink, and you guys would have a small dinner date while watching the sunset together!

🧡 After dinner, you and him would have fun dancing on the rooftop. Similar to Leo, he’d play music, but instead of an embracing dance with romantic music, you would be listening to more cheerful music and having a good time! Dancing to your heart's content and laughing. If you ever did end up getting tired, he’d carry you home without issue.

RAAAH, okay, felt a good amount of inspo today so I was quick to dispel it 😭 also GOD DAMN, thank you guys so much for the support on the last fic! I didn’t expect it to get so much traction like at all, so glad to see you guys like my writing! :) Next one I’m planning is first kisses with these lovely turtles <3 so I hope to see you guys there too!

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : CRAVINGS AND ARGUMENTS

This pregnancy was different from your first to say the least. The first pregnancy you had no cravings, so when you woke up today craving some weird food combinations you had a plan set in motion.

The only problem is? Your husband hasn’t left your side since he got home two days ago. He doesn’t let you drive and he doesn’t let you be alone for more than five minutes.

If you had to go to the restroom he made sure to be outside the door to hear in case you fell or something. He was every bit dramatic and worried, you loved that about him. But after two days, you were growing annoyed.

You were putting your sandals on when Jack walked into the living room.

“I know you’re not going anywhere right now.” He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow . “I see you have your purse and keys, were you sneaking out?”

You groan. “You and Mia were taking a nap so I was going to make a quick run to the store.”

“Absolutely not, I told you-“

“Yes, yes, I know Jackman.” You roll your eyes.

“Okay first of all, calm down.” He goes to hug you, rubbing circles on your back. “Second of all, hand me the list and I’ll go for you.”

You shake your head. “Jack, I want to go. I need to get fresh air.”

“Go outside then, I finally built your swing.”

“Ughh, okay okay. Just go.” You plop down on the couch. “I’ll text you the list.”

He bends down, lifts up your chin so you can look at him. “Don’t be moody baby.” He pecks your lips and smiles. “I’ll be back.”

******

It was thirty minutes later that Jack was walking back inside the house with two bags in hand.

You’re immediately confused. “What’s wrong? Did you forget your wallet?”

“Huh? Oh no, I’m done.” He says, walking into the kitchen. You quickly follow behind him.

“Babe, you usually take forever at the store when I send you with a list. No way you’re back this fast.”

He starts taking out the groceries from the bags and you look at the stuff in confusion. “What’s all this?”

“Your snacks and food.”

You grab a bag of green beans, “This wasn’t on my list.” You look at the peas, the wheat thins. “I definitely didn’t put this down.”

Jack doesn’t say anything. “Jack, where are my pickles? My hot Cheetos, my Dr. Pepper?” You dig through the stuff he brought home. “Most importantly, where are my spicy noodles?”

He scratches his neck. “About that.”

“What?”

“Baby, that’s all unhealthy stuff. You need to watch what you eat for the baby.”

You glare at him. “Jackman, please tell me you’re pranking me right now. Because if you didn’t bring me what I asked for, you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

“Okay so I didn’t bring- wait before you get mad.” He goes up to you. “There weren't any noodles and babe, Dr Pepper with creamer? That’s gross so I’m saving you the disgust.”

“You don’t see me give you shit about your chicken and peanut butter.” You glare.

“Wait, that's not fair. Mia actually likes my chicken with peanut butter.”

You chuckle. “News flash, she doesn’t. She hates it and throws it to the neighbor's dog.”

He gasps. “Wow, what a way to shatter my heart.”

You glare at him and walk out of the kitchen and make your way back to the living room. You snatch your phone and sit down.

Jack follows behind you, smirking “What are you doing grumpy pants?”

You ignore him, continuing to scroll through your phone.

“Babe, are you really going to ignore me?” You stay quiet again.

“So what snacks do you want from the kitchen? I’ll cut you some veggies and fruit.”

You glare at him. “If you come near me with those wanna be snacks, I will hurt you.”

“Babe, stop being dramatic.” He chuckles, placing his hands on your bump.

“I’ll be whatever I want to be right now.” You push his hands away. “Don’t touch me.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

You roll your eyes. “You offered to go to the store for me, the least you could’ve done was bring me what I asked for.”

“That is what has you so mad?” He shakes his head. “Babe, I’m just looking out for you.”

You hum, but continue scrolling through your phone. “Who are you texting?”

“Gerald.”

“What did he say?- WAIT WHAT?” He snaps his head towards you. “You’re texting who?”

“Maybe he’ll bring me what I actually ask for.”

“Stop being petty.”

“Who said I was being petty? You can’t give me what I want, let me go ask all the guys who are in my dms begging for scraps.”

“All this pettiness over fucking food?”

“YES.” You yell. “You know I don’t play about my food, especially with this pregnancy. I crave weird things, you think I’m happy about that? I watch what I eat every other day but god forbid I get a weird craving, don’t blame me if your son comes out with a cone head.”

The doorbell rings and you get up as fast as your belly lets you and head to the door.

You grab the bags and close the door.

“Who dropped that off?”

“Gerald.” You snap at him.

Trying to head to the kitchen but he takes the bags from you. “Quit fucking playing.”

“Maybe you should’ve brought me what I asked for.” You shrug and start unpacking the bags.

You smile at what he dropped off. “He’s the best.”

“Who dropped these off? Because no way delivery got here this quick.”

“My favorite Harlow.” You bite into a pickle and do a little dance at the juicy flavor. “Your brother knew you’d pull some shit so he asked me to send him my list.”

You grab the monitor from the counter to double check Mia was still down for her nap. Once you see that she is, you continue to unpack the groceries your brother in law dropped off.

“Okay, I get it but I was only looking out for you.” He groans once he sees the pack of noodles. “I hate when you eat these.”

You shrug, “That sounds like a you problem.”

He nods and scratches his beard. “Do you need anything else ?”

You shake your head. “Oh no, I’m good, wouldn’t want you ruining anything else.”

“I’m going back to bed with Mia.” He kisses the top of your head. “Sorry for all of this.” He mumbles quietly and walks out.

You pick nothing up on his tone so you continue with putting away the groceries that you weren’t going to use right now.

In a plate you placed two pickles, baby carrots, and peanut butter. You filled a glass cup with ice and poured some Dr Pepper with creamer.

You made your way to the table, grabbing the black bag of hot Cheetos. Once you take a few bites of your snacks, dipping your pickles with peanut butter. You get a wave of emotions crashing in on you.

You can’t help but let the tears out, you push away your plate. You were about to head upstairs but you came face to face with Jack.

“What’s wrong.?” He asked, scared.

You hug him. “I’m sorry, I was being a bitch and you didn’t deserve that. I know you’re looking out for me but I just get annoyed so quickly and I hate it that I take it out on you.”

“Hey, hey.” He rubs your back. “Deep breath’s baby, you’re okay.”

You shake your head. “But I’m not, I shouldn’t be so mean to you, over snacks and food. That’s so silly.”

“I should’ve brought you what you asked for, so it’s on me.” He hugs you tighter against his chest.

“Why couldn’t you get the weird cravings again this time?” You joke, remembering how when you were pregnant with Mia, it was him with the mood swings and cravings.

He laughs, “That was a crazy time.” He pulls back a bit so he can look at you. “We’re okay baby, I understand you feel different this time around. I shouldn’t be pushing your buttons about it either.”

“I’m still sorry though, I know you’re trying your best.” You get on your tippy toes and kiss his neck. “You’ve been amazing and I’m just bitchy and moody.”

“Baby relax, everything is okay.” he places his hands on your round bump. “Let me help you”

“I’m going to hold it for a little while, is that okay?” You nod, as he quickly places his hands under your belly, lifting it up a bit.

You lean back on his chest and leave out a deep sigh. “That feels good.”

He kisses your neck, “Little man is really kicking at your side right now.”

“You know he does that whenever we fight or whenever he hears your voice.” You close your eyes as he starts swaying you both side to side.

“He’s going to be good at soccer.” At those words, you feel a big kick on your side, you and Jack chuckle at that.

“We’re good baby boy, just mommy and daddy having a disagreement.” You place your hand where he kicked.

“We’re more than okay little man.” He whispers. After his words, your son kicks again making you and Jack smile and shed a few tears of happiness.

This pregnancy wasn’t easy by any means but Angel “Ez” Harlow was worth it.

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[a-casual-kpopfan]

Reminisce and Regrets

A/N: “Italic” dialogue indicates it being spoken in English. “Normal” dialogue indicates it being spoken in Korean.

Shoutout to @nojisunnomercy for the commission piece, really make me and Ghost to write and go through to make a sequel to Consquences and Regrets.

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I made you my everything. Put my life in your hands and you held the strings.

She really was your everything. Don't know who I am anymore.

Let me down every time and I hit the floor.

Even with what she did, you still forgave her back then, entrusting her not to hurt you again.

And you gave me nothing at all. Only empty excuses to try and break the fall.

Despite your forgiveness, she ended up betraying you again. So, I did what I never could to do.

And I cut myself loose from you.

If she didn’t do it… Would you still be with her?

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“Hey!”

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“Oi, you bastard!”

With a yell, you snap back to reality, the image of her gone from your mind, replaced by your grumpy friend, frowning at you. “The food is going to be cold if you keep staring into nothing like that.”

At that time, you put your earbuds down, and noises start to flood back into your ears. The clinking of utensils hitting each other’s and the plate. Chattering from nearby tables. Sounds of people walking and cars driving on the road.

No longer are you drowned in your own thoughts. You’re back to reality: a small café near your workplace, where you and your friend decide to have lunch.

“You can just start first you know.” You shrug. “Didn’t have to wait for me.”

“Bro, I already finished half of mine, and you haven’t even touched yours.”

“Oh.” Looking down onto the table, you barely touch your food while your friend is almost done with his.

“You know, it’s not like we are strangers or anything.” Your friend lets out a sigh. “I’m worried about you dude. You haven’t been like this since the first week that you arrived here, and that was years ago!”

“Yeah, well, you know I got cheated on by my ex, what else do you need to know?” You chuckle lightly, starting to dig into your already cold meal.

“The details! The beauty is in the details, my guy.” Your friend responds with a chuckle, which morphs into a worried smile “Don’t you think let it out is better than keeping it all in?”

“Well... I’ll think about the offer, but thanks anyways.” You smile at your friend. A bit mischievous, but a good person at heart. You know he only has your best intention in his mind, and you are grateful for it. But you are not about to ruin her image, it’s the least you can do for her, even if she betrayed you twice.

“Anyways, I got us tickets!” Your friend decides to change the subject, tapping something on his phone before showing you the image of 2 tickets on his hand. “For what, exactly?” You think you know what those tickets are for, but you pray to God that you are wrong, just this one time.

“For the Loona concert!”

Fuck.

You swear in your head. It’s bad enough that the news of their tour, and images of them circulating in twitter inadvertently got you thinking about her again, after all those years. Now attending a concert and seeing them live?

God knows what could happen.

“How did you even get your hands on this?” You ask purely out of curiosity as to how your friend managed to acquire the tickets. You know how fast these tickets sell out. “Heh, what can I say? Lady luck was on my side that day~” Your friend looks incredibly proud of himself.

“So… Who are you going with?” You ask, a futile attempt in hopes that you might not have to go. “You, of course.” You groan at his answer.

“Come on, I know you want to attend it. You’re Korean, for god’s sake!” Your friend beams at you. “Most people don’t even recognize me as a Korean.” You counter. “That’s because you grow your fucking hair and beard out. They look good on you by the way, paired with those glasses-” He does the typical chef’s kiss motion “but just saying.” Your friend nearly explodes, but in a playful way, as he points out your distinct changes.

“I get your point, and?”

“And it might be a nice chance to use your mother tongue again. You’ve been using English ever since you got here, and God bless you for being fluent in English because none of us know a lick of Korean, I just feel like it’s unfair for you.”

“You really don’t have to do that.” You smile lightly. Amongst the various coworkers you worked with when you first arrived, only this guy stuck with you through thick and thin, inadvertently ending up as your best friend… Still, he can’t replace her, but he is good to you, and you gratefully accept that. What you don’t want to accept is the tickets.

“But-”

“Nah ah, no buts! I already paid for the damn tickets; I can use it however I want. And I want you to go with me on that day, and that is final!” Your friend stares at you with his fake aggressiveness that you are oh so familiar already. And you know that he won’t budge at this point, no matter how much you say to him.

“Alright, you win. I’ll go with you.” You let out a light chuckle, to which your friend also smiles at you. “There we go, couldn’t you be like this earlier?”

“Shut up.” Both of you laugh at the banter while enjoying the rest of the lunch. You can’t help but feel dreaded at the notion of seeing her, or the girls again, but they might not recognize you with how much you’ve changed. Ignoring the dull pain in your heart at the thought of them not recognizing you, you still think that it would be for the best. You are not the same as you were back then.

Not anymore.

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“Yah! Yeojin! Sit back down, why are you jumping around??”

“I’m so hungry… Do we have anything to eat? Hey, are you listening to me?”

To say that the bus is chaotic would be an understatement.

In typical Loona fashion, the girls are completely turning the bus upside down with their shenanigans, like they have an endless reserve of energy. Well, most of them, anyways.

Sitting at the far back of the bus, Hyeju watches them silently. Per usual, Hyeju isn’t one to participate in the chaos as much as the others, but there’s another reason for this.

See, after the incident with you, it took Hyeju a long time to earn back the trust of the girls again, some longer than others. Thankfully the members gave Hyeju another chance, but things were never quite the same.

Like how cracks can still be seen on a fixed object.

Her mistake has left scars. Some deeper than others.

She then takes a glance at Heejin who is also not partaking in the chaos, but just looking outside the window with a blank stare. Heejin never really did forgive Hyeju. She only held in the anger inside of her for the sake of the others, but with observant eyes, it wasn’t hard to recognize Heejin was avoiding Hyeju.

And honestly, despite how hurtful it is, Hyeju can’t bring herself to be angry at Heejin for that.

You and Heejin were basically glued together.

She introduced you to the girls.

She was the one that was with you through thick and thin.

But in the end, she had to give up on him for Hyeju’s sake.

What did Hyeju do?

She betrayed you.

The reason why you decided to move abroad while cutting off any form of contact.

It’s been 3 years since then.

Hyeju sighs to herself, looking outside to the moving scenery. Three grueling years without you by her side, they say that you never know what you truly had until you lost it, Hyeju understands it fully, now that she lost you.

She never quite realized just how involved you were in her life, until you left. The apartment was never quite the same without you, without your warm touch, it lost its homely atmosphere, now it’s just a cold, empty room. Meals weren’t the same without your soft voice, humming and listening to each of her daily rants, the bed felt cold without your hug, pulling her in and reassuring her that you were always with her.

Why did she do it? Why did she betray you? Even after 3 years, that question still lingers in her mind, as a reminder of her own mistake. She simply took you for granted. After the first time, you were gracious enough to give her your full trust again. And she… She thought that she could get away with it as well. How could some instant gratification be compared with stability?

She was wrong, so, so wrong. She was wrong to even entertain that thought, to even meet up with that man, to be seduced by his mere words.

And that made her lose the dearest thing that she had.

You.

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Well, here you are.

Standing in front of the venue, instead of all the excitement that you should be feeling, all you can feel is impending doom or anxiety in short. You start to question yourself repeatedly, “is this a mistake? Should you turn back? Why are you even here-”

“Dude! Less thinking and more walking!” You feel a hand striking your back, nearly making you stumble onto the ground. You glare to the side at your friend, who is smirking at you.

“You’ll thank me for this one day, now let’s get going.” He pulls you to stand straight again, before pushing you into the venue.

“Here goes nothing, I guess.” You mumble, mostly to yourself to brace for what is to come. “See? You’re already speaking in Korean! I know you’re excited, you don’t have to hide it from me~”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You let out a sigh, starting to walk into the venue on your own without your friend pushing you. “Let’s head in, or else we might be stuck outside for a while.”

“I heard you, let’s go!” Your friend’s energy seems to remind you of a certain bunny, causing you to chuckle slightly.

The walk inside the venue is generally uneventful, if you ignore all the crazed fans with the merch gossiping among each other. As you do your best to ignore them, because everywhere you look, you see their damn faces.

On the shirts, printed on handheld fans, posters.

God, what in the actual fuck.

You thought you could handle this, seeing them again, but just the sight of them, of her, on the poster, already makes you feel sick to your stomach. Three years, three long years, and you are still haunted by the memories of that day. Three years without seeing them, three years of you, changing yourself in order to not be weak anymore. Yet just a picture of them, and the wall you’ve built so meticulously has already started to crumble slightly.

“Dude, you alright?” Your friend doesn’t miss the faint pained expression on your face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, my stomach is just a bit hurt, that’s all.” You harden your resolve once again before reassuring your friend with a slight smile. Your friend says nothing of the matter, but you feel his gaze on you as you both move to your seats on the inside of the stadium.

In an attempt to distract yourself from the fans and pictures, your eyes dart around other places, trying to find a safe haven where you don’t have to look at all the fans and pictures of the girls. You eventually find it, but you don’t know if it’s really a ‘safe haven’.

You spot a figure looking like a man, his black hoodies and jeans a stark contrast from the crowd. Given that you are also dark colored clothes, you can’t say anything about the man. But there’s just something about him, something that you can’t put your hands on, for some reason, he feels familiar.

“Dude, why are you staring at a stranger?” Your friend elbows you in the chest.

“… Nothing.” You disregard your uneasiness to get back to the matter on hand. “I just accidentally look at that direction.” Trying to play it off and walk off with your friend to find your place to watch.

“Pfft, yeah right.” Without looking, you can feel his eyes roll at you. “Let’s head inside before someone call the police on you for being a creep.” Silently, you take one last glance at the man in hoodie, before joining your friend at the seating area of the venue.

“This… Feels weird.” Mumbling to yourself, you look around the place. Now that you think about it, you rarely ever watch their performances from the audience’s point of view. Being a close friend to a certain bunny, and later, boyfriend of a certain wolf, you spend most of the time backstage with them, watching them either on the TV in the waiting room, or directly behind the backstage.

You never had the chance to watch from the audience due to your relationship with the girls, you were important to the members. A big brother, a drinking buddy, a listener, a friend, best friend even, and then boyfriend to her. They couldn’t let you stay in the audience during their performances.

Somewhere deep inside of you, you missed those days, days you spent with the girls, taking care of them and having fun with them, to be with the one you love, no, loved.

You find it hard for yourself to forgive her, you already did that once, after all. All the love and energy spent on her, to be reciprocated with betrayal. Not only once but twice. Who does that kind of thing? Who betrayed the trust of someone who loved them very dearly that easily?

The more these thoughts resurface, the more your heart ached. Not for her, but for the relationship that you lost because of her. How could you stay with the girls, now that your relationship with one of them is strained? They know her longer than they know you, so whose side are they going to take?

While you fall back into your deepest thoughts, you fail to recognize the venue’s light dimming, as screams begin to echo out from the fans. Only when you hear their voices do you awaken from your thoughts, to be greeted by the girls standing on stage, already performing the first song with the fans chanting along with the music.

You turn to the side, to also see your friend excitedly chanting along with his broken Korean, much to your amusement.

As for you, you were never one to like the crowd, so you just stayed seated, watching the performance with mixed feelings in your heart.

Your eyes soon glued onto her.

Your ex, the one you loved so much, but also the one who broke your heart into pieces. She seems to be doing ok, you thought. Her stage presence is much better than before, and so is her confidence. Despite projecting a cold image, she has always been somewhat timid behind the curtains. It took you many hours of encouragement and pep talks to give her the confidence boost she needed, and to see her like this… You can’t help but be proud, just a little bit.

Before your mind can start treading into forbidden memories, you turn to another person.

Your “Bunny”.

Well, you don’t think you have any right to call her that anymore, after all, it was you who cut her off when you moved overseas. Admittedly, it wasn’t right for you to just cut her off like that, when you and she have shared so many things together, the both of you going way, way back. But in your emotional state, you couldn’t bear to see or hear anything that would be remotely related to your ex. And so, in a fit of rage and depression, you changed your number, cutting off every relationship that you had in Korea, except for your family.

As the concert goes on, you barely pay any attention to the performance itself, too busy drowning yourself in your thoughts as you drift back and forth, in and out of your head, between happiness from seeing the girls again, to sadness that you’re seeing your ex again, to depression and guilt of you cutting them off from your life.

Before you even know it, the concert is nearing its end, with the girls doing the encore song while having fun on stage.

I don't need nobody to move my body

All me with no strings attached

I don't wanna be somebody who

Lets somebody hold me if they hold me back

I just wanna dance, dance

Dance on my own (dance on my own)

You can’t tell if there is a hidden message to this song or something, but you feel like this song just hit a little bit too close to home. Maybe that’s why you’ve been looping it a lot these days. And it’s hitting you hard right now, seeing that your ex is one of the people singing it on stage as well.

How ironic is that?

When she was the one that betrayed you and now singing that she can be by herself? You tighten your fists as tears start to gather in your eyes as rage and sadness begin to cloud your mind. How can she sing that so-

No.

Before you can go any further, you mentally restrain yourself. As expected, you’re losing control over your emotions because you can see the worried look on your friend’s face as he glances over to check up on you.

“Bathroom.” You manage to utter one word before standing up and leaving your seat, and your friend behind.

“Fuck.” You swear to yourself once you enter the bathroom. Making your way to the sink, you splash your face with water in some false hope of cooling down your mind. “Get it together.” You look at your drenched face in the mirror.

 “It’s almost done, just a little bit more.” You talk to yourself in the mirror, like some madman who’s off his meds. Luckily, no one is here to judge your weird behaviour.

After a few more minutes of talking to yourself, you gather enough courage to return to your seat. But right as you leave the bathroom, you see the man in black hoodie from earlier walking by.

Now, as any normal person would do, you are going to return to the seating area to calm down an undoubtedly very worried friend. But once again, your gut feeling is telling you that this guy is bad news. And your gut feelings are usually never wrong. After all, it was your gut feeling that made you suspicious of cheating in the first place.

So, you decide to trail behind the guy, lighten your steps in order not to make any sounds. The man just keeps walking forward, his steps heavy and hurried. He’s walking with a purpose, there was a destination in mind, and you can’t help but keep following him, all the way to the backstage area.

Seeing how the guy knows how to avoid security, your suspicions are confirmed by now, but for safe measure, you kept your distance from him.

Then you heard noises, more specifically, chatter and laughter. You can recognize their voices everywhere, even if you aren’t up to date with them anymore.

Oh no.

The man starts to pick up the pace after he hears the voice heading towards a fork in the hallway, prompting you to do the same. You see him pull something out from his hoodie’s pocket. You can’t see what it is, but it’s shiny, you start sprinting after the man now.

You’re catching up to him. But he’s also getting very close to the girls, their laughter can be heard closer and closer.

Faster.

Now’s the time that you put all the efforts you made in the gym to good use. With a short burst, you catch up to the guy, and promptly crash your shoulder into him, pushing him into the wall in front of the girls just as they arrive, earning screams and yells from them. But you can’t hear them.

With the collision, the both of you fall onto the ground, the object the man was carrying seconds before fall off his hand, landing on the ground. A pocketknife.

The man glares back at you, his hood already fallen, yelling “You motherfucker!” in fluent Korean, stunning you for a brief second.

Because, you know this man.

He was the one that Hyeju cheated on with.

That brief stun period is enough for him to land a kick in your face, before scrambling for the knife. Thankfully, the pain is enough to wake your senses up, leading you to get on your knees and lunge for the man, using your entire body weight to land onto him, before your arms quickly find their way around his neck, tightening the chokehold you have on him while he struggles to break free by bashing his elbows against your ribs.

You grind your teeth and tighten the hold even further, ensuring the man has no way to escape, before you feel him going limp on your arms, and you being pulled out someone, presumably the security.

Looking at the unconscious guy, you smile faintly to yourself, maybe those Jiujitsu classes weren’t that useless after all.

Everything immediately afterwards is somewhat of a blur to you, not to mention the adrenaline subsiding and the pain kicking in. The fact that you encounter not one, but the two people responsible for betraying your trust back then and in such a situation as well.

From what you can deduce, Hyeju probably cut contact with him out of guilt, and him being constantly denied contact probably drove him crazy. Looking at the unconscious guy again, you can’t help but let out a sigh. What can you say?

Karma’s a bitch.

Although you feel a tinge of relief learning that small piece of knowledge, you still don’t particularly feel like you are in the mood to answer some questions from the security.

But you are cautious enough not to stand near the girls though, in case they recognize you because they sure did recognize the other man, as evident by Hyeju’s trembling. As happy as you are to see the girls up close again, you don’t think your heart can take any more than this, so, you take what you can get.

After a brief question, you start to head back to the seating area, your head thinking of what excuse to use for your worried friend. Before you leave though, you hear the voice of the girls calling for you, and as much as you want to just ignore them, that would be too rude of you.

“Thank you so much for helping us, mister.” Haseul speaks up for the girls.

“It’s nothing, I just did what anyone else would do.” You smile lightly.

“But your glasses were broken because of it, was it not?” Indeed, your glasses were broken, but you don’t really need glasses to function day to day and you just want to get out of here as fast as possible.

“I can still see fine, so don’t worry Miss. Instead, I think you should focus on comforting your friend over there, she seems quite shaken, no?” Your attempt to divert the conversation is a success as all the girls turn to the shaken Hyeju, talking amongst themselves before heading back, not forgetting to give you a small bow when they leave.

Except for one person though.

“Oppa.”

Shit, of course it’s Heejin. That girl has always been observant when it comes to you. But that isn’t enough for you to give up.

Keeping up with the façade of not knowing Korean, you pretend to not hear it and just keep walking. You can hear her calling you “oppa” repeatedly again. But you aren’t going to stop. The moment you cut her off, you stop being best friends. Not anymore.

“Pooh, is that you?”

Pooh.

Such a stupid name.

Yet, you stop dead in your track at the mention of that name, no one has ever called you by that in years. It was from way back in their childhood. Something your parents lovingly call you due to your chubby figure back then. Something that Heejin also called you, joyful of having another ‘victim’ being called by a nickname, after gaining the ‘Bunny’ nickname from her parents. At least, all the way up to when you started dating Hyeju, at least.

That name should have stayed buried in the past. Why did she- No, the question here should be, how did she figure you out?

“You look surprised.” Standing frozen in the spot, you can see Heejin walks into your view from behind, smiling lightly. “Did you really think that, by growing out your hair and beard, and bulking up, that I would not recognize you?”

Her eyes look up to yours, and you can see the anger, the disappointment in her eyes, but also relief and genuine joy upon seeing her best friend again. “Was our friendship really that shallow to you, Pooh?”

Guiltily, you can’t bring yourself to face her directly, your eyes diverting from her face. You’d rather look at anything else than to see her right now, if not you feel like the wall that you’ve spent years building might not collapse on the spot.

“You don’t have to say anything.” She whispers. You can see streams of tears rolling down her cheek. Your heart hurt more at the notion of Heejin crying, especially because of you. “I’m glad that I got to see you again, even if it was for a moment.” You feel her hand resting on your cheek, gently caressing it with her thumb going along the grooves of your beard.

“My goodness, you’ve really changed, haven’t you.” A small chuckle. “Goodbye, Pooh.” As you feel your palm leaving your face, you can hear the crumbling of the walls surrounding your heart. Years of steeling yourself, but all it took was just a moment with Heejin to bring it down.

“Wait.” You utter, your hand grasping onto hers to prevent her from leaving. Before she can react, you pull her into a tight hug, whispering to her. “I’m sorry, Bunny. I’m sorry.”

Taken back by your action, Heejin seems to be silent.

One second passed by.

Two seconds.

And then you can feel her body trembling as her arms try their best to hug around your huge frame, her face buried into your shoulder as she lets out choked sobs.

“How could you leave us like that? Leave me like that?” She cries into your shoulder. “Was our time together not even worth it for you?” Her grip on you turns tighter. “How could you…”

Her words are like a knife piercing your heart, you know you’ve done something wrong to her and the others. So, all you can do is try to compensate for it. There’s no turning back now, Heejin would not let you leave if you don’t leave her your phone number, and the girls are going to know about this sooner or later.

The girls… Are you ready to face Hyeju again? After all this time?

You forcefully stop yourself from thinking further. That can be dealt with later. You have a crying bunny to appease.

-----

As expected, after a good 10 minutes of crying, Heejin gave you 2 options: either give her your number, or you follow her back to her hotel. Without any real options, you reluctantly give her your number, only then was she satisfied enough to let you leave.

After that, you had to deal with the situation that was your worried friend. Thankfully, he bought your excuse of being stuck in toilet due to constipation and the both of you part way after chatting for a bit.

Which brings you to right now: lying flat on your couch, physically and emotionally exhausted from the chaotic evening. You just want to take a long, long sleep now.

Before you can even drift off to sleep, your phone begins to ring nonstop. Looks like the night isn’t over yet.

“Hello?” You pick up the phone.

“You still awake?” You can hear Heejin’s voice from the other side.

“Yeah, thanks to a certain someone calling me.”

“Hehe~ Anyways, I’m only in the city for tomorrow before heading to our next destination, can we meet?” Despite performing for around 4 hours straight, you can still feel the energy in her voice. Unconsciously, you start to smile as well, infectious of her energy. Just like old times.

“Lucky for you, I have tomorrow off, so let me sleep for now and maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.” Despite losing contact for so long, the two of you still converse like nothing ever happened. Like you were never apart. Joking and teasing like the old times.

“You better show up, you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. Go get some sleep Bunny, it’s been a long evening.”

“Mhmm, see you tomorrow, Pooh.” Again, with the nickname. You feel like you’ve already outgrown it. Even your parents don’t call you that name anymore, but Heejin keeps on using it, and you don’t know why.

“Goodnight.” Deciding that it’s been long enough, you hang up first, and without even moving to the bedroom, just lay on the couch until sleep takes you.

-----

“Ah, wait!” Heejin pouts, looking at her phone. “This guy, still hanging up like that, maybe he didn’t grow that much after all.” Even while complaining, Heejin still has a smile plastered on her face.

When you left them 3 years ago, cutting off all contact, she was devastated. In one night, she lost her best friend of 20+ years, and her crush. It was with the joint effort from the rest of Loona that she is still willing to co-exist with Hyeju.

Even as groupmates, she can never forgive Hyeju for what she has done to you. Who would she side with: a groupmate of a few years, or a best friend of 20+ years? Being an idol might be her dream work, but she would never abandon you.

Ever.

And now, after years of sulking and wallowing in depression, she’s met you again with a stroke of luck. Though she can tell that you have changed a lot throughout the years, something just can’t be changed. Like how you were willing to hurt yourself to save others. Heck, you just saved the girls this evening after all.

It’s regretful that she can’t stay here for long, but now having a way to contact with you again, she will make sure to make full use of it-

“Unnie?” She turns to the open door, being caught off guard while thinking to herself. She sees Hyeju standing just outside the door. “What do you need?” Despite her best effort, Heejin’s voice still comes off as quite cold, which is understandable.

“Just now, you were talking with oppa, weren’t you?” she asks with a bit of trembling in her voice. “And it was him who saved us this evening?”

Heejin scoffs, not wanting to let Hyeju figure anything out. “Just a friend, not him.”

“But you only called one person ‘Pooh’.

Heejin’s eyes widened at that. “How much did you listen?” Hyeju turns timid at her glare. “The- the whole thing…”

Heejin faces palms herself. “And what do you want?” She isn’t trying to hide the venom in her voice anymore. “You betrayed him, twice at that. What more do you possibly want to do to him?”

Gathering her courage, Hyeju looks back at Heejin defiantly. “I want to…”

A/N 2: teehee, here’s your 5k words xD

[blueysobssesions]

ASTV reacting to you being a bunny!spiderwoman

: miles morales, gwen stacy, hobie brown, miguel o' hara, pavitr prabhakar

Miles Morals

"Aww" he says

He didn't expect seeing a bunny spider woman! Which is really cool and cute.

"Hi! My name is Y/n L/n! Nice to meet you Miles!" you greeted with a smile and held out your hand. He was hesitant at first because he was too focused on those bunny ears of yours. "Nice to...meet you? Are those bunny ears...?"

Please let him touch them, but it's definitely okay if you're not okay with it.

"Sooo, how did you get your bunny ears?" "Do you have a bunny tail too!?" "Woah! You can jump so high!" Dude doesn't stop praising you and it makes your ears twitch.

Receiving head pats from him and everyone makes your heart flutter and sometimes makes you sleepy.

"Good job Y/n!" he says before giving you a head pat. "MiLeS!" you whined.

Gwen Stacy

Surprised

"How cute"

She loves racing with you through the city, you were hella fast, she couldn't even keep up.

Loves to hear you talking about how you got those ears and some backstory about you.

Girl best friends forever >:D

"Don't tell miguel that I took his empanadas!" you whispered to her, she nodded and giggled.

She likes the way you aren't scared of that big grumpy O'Hara, It's like your the one teaching him.

Hobie Brown

Mans teasing you about it especially your height

"Ay, your smaller than I thought" 

"Here, got 'ya some carrots" "HOBIE, I DON"T EAT CARROTS EVERYDAY"

He sometimes suggest you get piercings, which you declined

He always put things at the top of the shelf or a cabinet just to see you jump just to get it.

He gives you headpats too ofc.

Miguel O' Hara

Secretly like you okay?

You did offer him that he can touch your ears but he rejects, but honestly he was just shy

"Miguel, take a break. I'll take it from here" "No, I can't"

He adores you oh mah gad

"I got empanadadas!" Miguel doesn't order anyone to get his food but only you

Oh and those ears of yours? It's cute, he just can't say it

"Looks like someone's getting soft for y/n~ Is it her bunny ears?" Lyla teased, "Shut up"

Pavitr Prabhakar

Loves it

"Aww, you're cute!" "Are these really bunny ears!?" "Can I touch them????"

I can hear him whine when you said no

Gives you headpats 24/7

Buys you a pet bunny that matches your colrocolor hehe

"Pav..." "Here I got you something!"

[somber-sapphic]

Hi I was wondering if you could do the sicktember 24. “Did you just sneeze?” - Yelena x Sick Reader.

Little Kitten

〖Summary: Yelena teases you for the way you sneeze.〗

〖Word Count: 550〗

〖Pairing: Yelena x Sick Reader〗

〖Notes: I would greatly appreciate if everyone is nice about this one, I will admit that Yelena is not my best character and I'm working to get better at her characterization.〗

〖Translation: котенок = kitten (according to google translate; I don't speak Russian, I'm sorry if it's wrong)〗

☾Masterlists☽

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Did you just…sneeze?” Yelena asked, incredulous at the small kittenish sound you had just made. You pouted at her and grabbed a tissue that you used to paw at your nose. Her face split into a grin as she watched your movements, noting that even those were strangely catlike. 

 “Lena,” You whined, sniffing in a rather pathetic way. “Le’me alone, I don’ feel good.” A permanent pout had settled on your lips since this mind-numbing cold had started and you felt rather pitiful. 

To her credit, Yelena had been doing a surprisingly good job at taking care of you. She wouldn’t win any awards for being the most nurturing person, but she made sure you ate, drank water, took your meds, and supplied you with more tissues than you’d ever need. She even cuddled with you when you asked, though the act was performed with a lot of grumbling about germs. 

You didn’t blame her, this was a monster of a cold that had you laid up in bed for three days already, days that felt like weeks. It had hit you hard and fast, one night you were fine and the next morning you were an absolute mess. 

Your head ached. Every part of you ached, your nose was stuffy, and you had a low-grade fever that was just enough to make your bones hurt. You’d developed a cough the day before that was clinging to your chest, making it feel heavy. Concerns of bronchitis had floated across your mind for a moment, but you didn’t feel well enough to care. 

If it was bronchitis Yelena was making sure you were doing what you needed to combat it and you were pretty sure she wouldn’t let you die. Not like that anyway, that would be rude of her. 

“Fine, but that was cute. Do you need anything?” she asked, still chuckling. The little smile on her face would have been sweet if it hadn’t come at your expense. You glared at her and crossed your arms over your chest, huffing your frustration. Not only were you plain old tired, but you were tired of being sick. 

“No.” You muttered, staring with dead eyes at the TV. You weren’t sure what was playing but the bright light was annoying you. Everything was annoying you. You were mad about being sick, mad that TV was boring, mad that your nose was running, mad that your throat hurt. Mad mad mad. 

“Okay grumpy, why don't you go sit on the couch and I’ll make you something to eat? We’ve got some great boxed mac and cheese.” she offered, trying to guess what you were thinking. She was right of course, the most frustrating thing about your current situation was that all you had eaten was soup. You were so done with soup. 

“Fine.” You took in a quick breath and sneezed again, making the same sound as earlier. Yelena laughed and leaned over to kiss your forehead, the bed shifting with her weight. 

“Rest котенок. Food will be ready when you are.” As she left you allowed yourself a small smile. You were touched by her warmth, something saved only for you. She had such a hard exterior, which made sense considering what she had been through, and her caring held a different level of meaning. 

[slocumjoe]

companions work at a grocery store

Cait; Cart attendant and odd jobs. Does some cleaning, some stocking, gets paid for whatever she does. Nick's just happy she's staying out of trouble. If she were a worse person, she'd drink before driving to work. As if stands, drinks at work. She works with earbuds in, and it's a wonder she isn't deaf with how loud she blasts her music. Very grumpy, good luck getting help from her. Surprisingly doesn't steal. "Not from this store, anyway," she says. Will offer to walk lone women back to their cars if its dark out. Survives entirely off of Preston's reject cakes.

Curie; Pharmacist. Very fast, very knowledgeable. You won't spend more then 5 minutes at her counter. She'll notice things about you and recommend treatments which gets her in trouble. Some people get put off by her advice. Sometimes buys the other employees food when she thinks they haven't eaten yet. Buys veggies and makes a salad in-store for her own lunch. Always has an ice tea in her hand. Her coworkers are pretty sure she's won awards; not sure why she's there.

Danse; Loss prevention/security. When he first got the job, you would have thought it was a CIA position. But a few months into it, noticed that most shoplifters are stealing essentials. Had that moment of "hey, shouldn't this at least be cheaper, if not free?" and radicalized overnight. Nowadays, mostly throws out people throwing tantrums, makes sure Cait eats and sobers up before driving home, and keeps Hancock from getting them all sued. Takes migraine tablets like candy, will give you hugs if a customer is shitty to you. Mom to Nick's Dad.

Deacon; Cashier. Much like X6 and Curie, why is he there? He has a lot of money. Like...way too much. Trust fund kid? Porn star? He's very chatty and friendly, will remember you even if you only shopped there once. He'll show up to work dressed as one of his coworkers and try to take over their job when someone calls out sick or something. They appreciate it, because money, but still...creepy. 'Yes, and's angry customers, baffles them by becoming more belligerent than they are. Tries to fight Danse and Hancock in a customer's stead.

Gage; Butcher. Legend has it he went to prison for hacking people, and wants a way to legally get his fix. No. He bought a pack of deli meat for sandwiches, and was disappointed with the consistency of the slices. If you want something done right, do it yourself. Rarely seen outside of the deli or his car. He's pretty sure the bakery guy has a crush on him. Materializes out of thin air to egg on Hancock. Shockingly, pretty good customer service. Needs maybe three, four words before he knows what they're asking for. Has never been wrong. Judges you if you make a big deal out of buying leaner cuts.

Hancock; Custodian. Work buddies with Cait. He doesn't work with earbuds in, prefers to think. If you catch him when he's not busy, talks your ear off about history and politics. Will call customers out on the spot if they're...y'know, doing customer things. Danse comes in before it can ever escalate to a fight. He cleans slowly, but thoroughly. Also comes from money, and definitely sells on the side. Open about being here just for realistic, proletarian experience. Thinks its good for the soul. Keeps you humble. Has tested every brand of brownie mix for weed and will recommend the best one for 'his people'.

MacCready; Part-time bagger, part-time overnight stocker. Mac takes his kid to school, comes to work as a bagger, goes and gets Duncan, brings him home, and stays with him until bedtime. Then he comes back as a stock clerk. He studies for better jobs on his breaks. So tired. Drinks so much coffee. His coworkers all but throw free food at him. He hates it, but knows better than to turn something down for his own pride. Keeps things customers leave in the store. If it was, like, a phone, he'd give it back. It's never a phone. It's shoes, socks. A set of kitchen knives, once. They don't sell knives.

Nick; Retired detective turned store manager who thought running a store would be less emotionally taxing than crime scenes. He was wrong. Ellie, the assistant manager, handles the actual numbers and paperwork. Handles belligerent folks, will blacklist without a care. Would give everyone raises if the corporate higher-ups would let him. Older problem shoppers get sent his way—they can't 'respect your elders' him. Calls the cops when people sexually harass his cashiers, Piper and Deacon disguised as Piper. Feels like he had a better opinion of humanity when he was working in crime. Cannot believe none of his employees are felons.

Preston; Bakery. Wants Gage dead. He gives 'reject' goods to his coworkers (not Gage). Very tired man, takes out frustration on bread dough. Will offer free samples even if the sign isn't up. Won't charge extra for wedding cakes, mostly because the final product never lives up up to his own expectations. Has perfected the 'this isn't a stupid idea' expression. He's a chain store baker, not Cake Boss. But he tries, bless him. Best customer service, naturally helpful, just wants you to be happy. The only employee to actually fight a customer.

Piper; Cashier as well, does her own bagging. Quick with her hands. Also very chatty, but not to Deacon's extent. She prefers to get her people in an out quickly. Will talk politics based on what she can glean from her customers. Sends extreme couponers to Deacon, she's not paid enough for that crap. Will smuggle small candy packages from storage if they're damaged in some way, takes them more openly since Danse eased up. Nick doesn't care. Makes the best instant Ramen in the breakroom's kitchenette, will make it for coworkers she likes.

X6-88; Florist. He wears nondescript black clothing and sunglasses indoors. If you Google them, they cost more than anyone's annual salary. He conceal-carries. Freaked out Danse when he brought it up months after his employment. "I need to know these things!" "I just told you, sir." His bouquets are...unnatural. Like, geometric, too perfect. Tsks when a customer puts in a request he doesn't approve of. Very judgemental. If you order a bouquet for your spouse, and another for a side piece, will purposefully mix them up. He used to work at a government facility and drives a vintage hearse. 100% has killed people. Gives flowers to whoever buys him sugary frappacinos.

[noelleusesthisasaficdump]

Lovey

As much as he loved his daughter, he wanted to smother her with a pillow, sleep was a rarity now that she’s lived with them and learned that screaming her head off is the way to be fed or changed.

Four in the morning. Four in the fucking morning.

“Flora Katherine, I’m getting up. You will get what you need. Little brat” he muttered the part about her being a brat under his breath. Knowing she oddly understood when he was being grumpy towards her.

Wayne was home, he held a warm bottle out to the teen father, Eddie muttered a thanks and rushed back into his room.

She ate but whimpered as he started putting her down to go back to sleep.

“Okay Bug, wanna hear a song?” He remembered his mom singing him many Beatles songs growing up “Hey Jude…”

She fell back asleep before he finished the song and they slept like that, Eddie holding her close to his chest and her drooling onto him.

They woke up only a few hours later for Eddie to get ready for work. He did his routine and laid Flora in Wayne's bed so he could get ready and then got her ready.

They had been rotating her onesies in and out for the last two weeks and Wayne had told him to get her some things while he was on break today when they said goodbye to each other

On the way to the mall Flora slept like a dream and it was silent. Eddie walked in like normal and said hello to the old ladies playing bridge like usual, they cooed over Flora and he continued on to Scoops.

He got to work opening and fell into routine, this summer would be good, he’d deal less and maybe be able to take Flora and do fun things with her like the pool. By the end of it all he would maybe have enough saved up to rent an apartment and she could have a nice life until they left Hawkins.

Eddie constructed a life for her in his head, thoughts of taking her to the playground and bandaging her scraped knees. One day she would ride a bike and he could teach her how to drive when she’s older.

He would do everything for her.

“Morning Eddie” Robin walked in and they fist bumped like normal.

“Hey Robin”

“Good morning baby” She cooed at Flora who was slowly waking up from her slumber. Having Flora in his baby carrier helped with the tips a lot. Robin helped get her into the device and they started the finishing touches on opening up shop.

Steve came in later than Eddie, Robin opened most days, claiming even thought she wasn’t a morning person, that she liked opening the shop because it wasn’t as busy in the morning

The trio got through the rush easily since they had developed their routine. Then before long Eddie noticed he could take his break, he only had 30 minutes to grab food for himself, eat, and get his little girl some new clothes

“Shit.” Steve turned to Eddie with a look of concern “I have to get food during the lunch rush and then run to get Flora some new clothes, we’re running out of clean onesies fast these days” Steve held his hands out, in an offering

“I can take Flora if you run and grab her some onesies, I’d recommend a 3-6 month one, maybe some socks for when it gets cold back here.” Eddie gave him a blank look “My cousin has a baby.”

Eddie bowed slightly in a thankful gesture, before running out into the mall in a full sprint, hoping to knock out the shopping before getting food so he would be able to eat while it was still warm.

The mothers in the Bye Bye Baby gave him enough weird looks for a lifetime as he was grabbing multiples of different colored onesies and socks, grabbing some toys for good measure, slapping everything down on the counter while showing his mall discount and slapping the money down.

Looking down at his watch told him that he was only 8 minutes into his break.

New record.

After running with the bag of baby things to the food court and cutting many people in line Eddie had time to run into the back and scarf down his Chinese food without going over his 30 minutes for a break.

“Dude. You should be on the track team, or football team” Robin looked at him in awe

“I’m a drug dealer, well I was, I know how to run and dodge” Eddie said with a mouthful of fried rice. “But I played football for a year in middle school, I broke my elbow so my uncle said no to another season. Too broke for all the injuries.” Steve handed Flora back, her wide eyes looking up at her dad as he shoveled food into his mouth and bounced her.

“You got her a lovey?” Steve’s voice broke the sound of food and Floras giggling as she was bounced

“That’s what it's called? I just called it a jojo when I was little. I thought it would be nice, I had one when I was a baby and had it forever, a little piece of me she can have when I finally find someone to watch her while I work” Eddie closed up his to go box and tossed it away in the trash before playing with Flora a little bit.

Robin signaled that the break was over and Eddie went back out front.

The rest of the Friday rush went smoothly and they were all able to go home before midnight for once.

[spotsupstuff]

So, in the off the string Ancients time au, What is the reaction of the Ancients that live on top of the iterators when they discover that the puppet just disconnected/disappeared from the structure? How much time does it take them to discover this?

oh dear Heavens above. scandal and horror and anger and affront... they and their little comfortable asses go "oh how can we live now! !!!?!?!!" when the consequences of the separation start hitting them might take like. a month or however long it was meant to be till the next resource delivery

it all ultimately depends on the Iterators' relationships with their citizens and Mechanics/Admins if the ittie has 'em, honestly!

Euros' citizens would try to immediately bring him back (first gotta find him but lets be honest he'd be hanging out in that one farm district n wouldn't try to run so like. it wouldn't be that hard.) n lock him in the chamber so he'd somehow plug into the umbilical arm again by himself. they wouldn't really care that he wouldn't be able to or that he'd most likely end up dying in there, he just better figure it out! thankfully, Sparrows would Not accept that in the least

she might not stand up for herself, but for her boyfriend she fuckin Will and with that shotgun of hers at that

it would take longer for the citizens of Desaevio to notice that Boreas' Blessing isn't supplying the city anymore because of how big it is. that would be the better scenario. they'd notice pretty early he isn't acting right because of the Iterator Mechanic school. which is the bad scenario. because he'd need to figure all of this by himself which would be much harder with how old he is (so used to his usual state of existence unlike hardly 100 year old Euros). n then he'd have to figure out how to make an escape away from himself, cuz unlike Euros he Would suspect immediately that if he is found here like this it will Not end well for him. not to mention the need to find some kind of way to feed the puppet... Boreas' houses would be way less merciful to him than Euros' which says a lot

Fish would cry out for help to the Ancients! he wouldn't try to run away or anything of the sort, instead would do his best to notify them and then would be very compliant with them. they'd house the puppet in the shrine while they'd be trying to figure out how to fix this (Fish would very much like to return to his work and unlike Boreas he can afford to trust his citizens to have his best interests at heart), the kids would try to bother him and play with him and he'd indulge them while putting on a show of being all grumpy about it. the lil shrimps would be the ones to teach him how to walk in the end!

Notos wouldn't be around at this time, along with Haboob, but for the fun of it: since Gen 3 chambers are like never visited and its Hivemind would stay stable even without the puppet, Notos would have basically all the time in the world to figure out its situation Until it would start to feel weak (cuz of the lack of food, the puppets wouldn't be getting hungry, but weak) even if the Ancients figured it out that quickly n tried to stop it- which they would not because Notos is legit seen as smth that should not be messed with- it would be able to work with its structure despite the disconnect to keep itself safely away from the grabby arms

aaand Zephyr n Haboob would be mostly unaffected. Zeph at least until Boreas would manage to somehow drag himself over to her (she'd be his first destination cuz 'oh damn- now that i am... severed i could offer zephyrus finer services.'). then she'd probably be like "you know what, fuck the structure. it's probably all half dead at this point without me keeping it in order. we'd do well to depart as fast as possible- come on.". MAYBe she'd try to get out of her structure by herself but that'd be pretty risky ngl

[kaneydas]

What do you think being close friends with Tetsuo and Kaneda would be like seperately?

below the cut.

Kaneda

• It does depends on what kind of person you are, but in general, being close with Kaneda is a really fucking fun experience. Most of the time, at least.

• He can be kind of clingy. Kaneda hates being alone more than anything, and you’re one of his favorite people to bother, so expect him to be around a lot! He’s constantly trying to convince you to do stupid shit with him, like get high, go to some random traphouse party, go spray paint obscenities behind the school or play somewhat mean spirited pranks on your other mutual friends.

• If you’re willing to go along with his bullshit, you do end up having a great time each and every time. He loves you because of how you match his chaotic energy. You guys definitely almost get arrested at least once or twice a week. Everyone kind of knows that whenever they see the two of you together you’re most definitely plotting to do something stupid.

• However, if you’re not really the crazy type, he’ll definitely still try to get you to do things like that with him, and you might get roped into it anyhow. Don’t tell anyone, but he really appreciates how level-headed you are compared to him. You balance him out and keep him in check. In return, he’ll attempt to indulge in your kind of activities which are probably way more chill than his own.

• Hanging out at fast food places past midnight is like a daily occurrence. I feel like he makes you pay for him every time, and he always promises to pay you back but literally never does. He’s the reason you have no fucking money.

• I feel like he always has some tea on people? Kaneda is pretty social and somewhat popular due to the Capsules, so he knows a lot of people. He’s always telling you about who got arrested last week, and who cheated on who. You always tell him he’s not one to talk and he always tries to punch you. It’s really funny.

• If you’re a part of the Capsules, he absolutely loves racing you. You two always make bets like ’whoever gets there last has to buy the winner lunch’ and stuff like that. He’ll beg you all the time, but he gets really grumpy whenever he loses so you probably end up buying him lunch anyway LMAO.

• If you’re not a part of the Capsules, he always wants to take you on little joy-rides. I think he would even try to teach you how to ride a motorcycle for the fun of it (if you don’t already know how to do it).

• He’s very ride-or-die with you, I think. A very good friend to have when you’re in some shit because he’ll always defend you even if you were 100% in the wrong.

Tetsuo

• He’s not a bad friend to have at all, I think. Again, it may depend on what type of person you are but in general being close with Tetsuo is less of a rollercoaster than being close with Kaneda is.

• He’s a very good listener and he appreciates someone who will listen to him in return. He likes someone who won’t judge him, or make fun of him for feeling a certain way and if you don’t, he’ll offer you the same thing back. You can tell him anything. He’s very loyal if that loyalty is returned to him.

• He’s pretty introverted, so he likes hanging out with you at home a lot, like watching movies or playing video games. Never let him choose the movie that you’re gonna watch, because he always chooses the most out of pocket, disturbing shit out there and doesn’t tell you just so that he can see your reaction. He thinks it’s really funny.

• He’s a hater at heart, and therefore the best person to talk shit with. Will hate on literally everyone with you. You thought Kaneda liked to gossip? Tetsuo is a hundred times worse.

• His friendship with you gives very much ’I hate everyone but you’ trope energy.

• Again, very supportive of you, even though he’s kind of awkward when it comes to expressing it. Also very defensive, and if anyone talks badly about you in his presence he’ll go to war. Expects you to do the same.

• He can be kind of high maintenance as a close friend. He gets jealous pretty easily, and gets into his own head whenever he sees you hanging out with anyone else and having a good time. He can be kind of rude and snappy whenever he’s in this kind of mood, but if you know him well enough you understand that he doesn’t mean it. Just make some plans with him to watch his favorite movie or show tomorrow night and he should be all good.

• If you’re interested in motorcycles, he would like it if you helped him whenever he has to fix up his bike. Or just sat next to him while he’s doing it for company.

[6leafypot9]

Hero & Villain Pair Ideas 3

*I'm back with part 3!!! I haven't been able to write or finish my wips as much as I want to because I'm about to graduate, so I'm posting this for now.*

Grumpy!Villain x Retired!Hero x Civilian

Hero and Civilian are finally able to move in together! They have a new house, a new dog, and a new neighbor! They bump into Villain in the middle of screaming at his henchmen over the phone. They have no idea who Villain is and fall in love, nobody knows if Villain has the same feelings though.

Sidekick x Right Hand

Just two bros sharing a smoothie, holding hands, and watching their boss fight each other. Definitely no homo.

Supervillain x Chef!Henchman

Henchman only exists for one reason, and that's to serve Supervillain all the sweets they could ever want. Supervillain also exists for one reason, and that's to marry Hennchman. What? What do you mean he skipped a few stages?

Vigilante x Retired!Vigilante

Vigilante is a hardcore fan of Retired, and ever since they stopped their hero work, Vigilante wanted to live up to Retired's name. Vigilante is unaware that he's roommates with the said ex-vigilante. Retired is just trying to make sure his dumbass friend doesn't get himself killed.

Retired!Villain x Retired!Hero

Basically, the two of them got tired of their game and decided to live a cottagecore life with each other. Bonus points if their old sidekicks (who are now the new Hero and Villain) find them in the middle of a romantic picnic.

Corrupt!Hero x Anti-Hero x Villain

They heores are partners, Corrupt does suspicious things like using money from donations and lying about how fights happen. They think Anti has no clue, but in reality, Anti-Hero is on Villain's lap and they're both gushing about Corrupt.

Chaotic!Villain x Scientist x Monster!Villain

Somebody help the poor scientist, they just wanted to experiment on people, not get bothered by two terrifying beings! Tell Chaotic to get off their lap and tell Monster, that no, leaving a decapitated head on their doorstep is not romantic.

SuperVillain x Stoner!Civilian

SuperVillain lands in an alley badly wounded, sees Civilian and threatens them. Civilian, who is high as kite, gives 0 shits and offers SuperVillain some weed.

Superhero x Flirty!Secretary

Somebody tell these two to lock the door, nobody wants to see them doing the dirty on the meeting room's table.

Barista!Civilian x Monster!Villain

Lord have mercy on the poor soul that decides to try and rob the cafe, or kidnap the barista, because heaven knows Monster is gonna have their entrails hanging as decoration.

Scientist x Stoner!Civilian

Scientist uses Civilian to test their drugs. Civilian is A-OK with this because the scientist is cute and the trip is good.

Monster!Hero x Vigilante

The hero society is corrupt and treats Hero like they're an animal. Experimentation, bad living conditions and hardly any pay. Vigilante notices and decides to basically bribe Hero with food into living with them instead. They reveal the hero society's wrongdoings too.

Retired!Hero x SuperHero

Retired quits (gets fired) being a hero and is struggling with money. SuperHero who has been pining for them since they first joined the hero society, is happy to be sugar daddy. Retired is too tsundere though, so a lot of bonding has to be done.

Himbo!Civilian x Hero

Hero finds Civilian facedown in their dumpster, Civilian who is awake and very much out of it, calls Hero pretty and passes out. Hero gets blushy and decides that they will be responsible for this idiot from now on.

Himbo!Villain x Henchman x RightHand

Villain is stupid as rocks and RightHand is the one usually making the plans (they still add what Villain wants though cause they're whipped.) Henchman has no idea and idolizes Villain. It's a comical relationship where RightHand might need some more headache medicine.

*There you go, I am working as fast as I can on my ao3 fics I swear-*

Parts: 1 , 2 , [here]

[faofinn]

24. "I'm so sorry" (Alt 5)

Harrison hadn't long been home from uni. He loved it, he really did but he missed Steve too. He loved coming home for the holidays, especially Christmas. They always made a big deal about it, making up for the years they'd missed. As much as Harrison tried to help Steve cook, it was usually for the best he didn't. 

Steve picked him up a week before Christmas, and Harrison was grateful for the rest before the celebration. It gave him a chance to recover from the late nights and no long days, a chance to shake the illness that had been threatening to overwhelm him.

He crashed as soon as he got in, unusual for him, but Steve had expected it. The texts over the week had complained about the tsunami of exams that threatened to drown him. He looked exhausted, too, so Steve offered to take some food up for him later. He left it on the bedside table Harrison all wrapped up and fast asleep in his duvet.

It was early afternoon when Harrison emerged, stumbling downstairs in his pyjamas and oversized hoodie Steve glanced up from his book, frowning at the state of him. He looked terrible, pale, and tired, even after his nap.

"Morning. How are you feeling?"

Harrison gave him a smile. "Morning. I don't feel great." He admitted. 

"You don't look great." Steve said softly. "Headache? Feeling sick? Pain?" 

He settled on the sofa, snuggling up. "My stomach hurts and I feel sick, I thought it was just the stress from exams." 

Steve made a soft noise. 'Oh, bless you. Want some meds?"

Harrison nodded. "Yes,please."

"Ill be a minute. "Steve said to him, standing to go to the kitchen. "Anything else you want?"

"No thanks." He called to his dad over the rummaging in the kitchen. 

Steve wasn't long, returning with medication and a glass of juice. "Here." 

"Thank you." He said, gratefully taking them. "Hopefully helps." 

"Yeah, hopefully it does. Steve smiled. "We've got the tree to decorate."

"Yeah. Can't wait."

“I was thinking after we’ve decorated the tree we can put on a shitty Christmas film?”

Harrison stretched out with a whine. "Uh, yeah. Sure."

“Hopefully those meds kick in soon.”

"I hope so. I feel shit."

Steve settled on the sofa with him, wrapping an arm around him gently. “It’s good to have you back.”

He leaned into him. "I'm glad to be home."

“The house is always quiet without you.”

"You're being a right sap, Steve." He laughed softly, the furthest thing from mad.

“Piss off, I’m allowed to be a sap.”

"Mm. I don't mind."

“Good, because I’m not stopping.”

Harrison gave a quiet hum in response. As much as he played the part of the grumpy young adult, he loved when Steve showed affection, when he got to make up for family life he'd missed out on. He was quite content just leaning against Steve, enjoying the contact from his dad.

Steve turned to press a kiss to the top of his head. “Proud of you.”

He found himself choked up. "You are?"

“Of course I am.”

"You shouldn't be."

“Why not?”

"Because."

“Don’t be daft.”

"I'm not. I just do daft shit, you know that."

“I’m proud of you because I’m your Dad.”

He smiled. "I'm glad you're my dad."

“Me too.” He said. “Feeling any better?”

"Not really. But I want to get the tree done."

“Do you want to try?”

"Yeah."

Steve stood, offering Harrison his hands to help him up. “Let’s do it, then.”

He took his hands, grinning. "Let's do it."

Steve put some Christmas music on the speaker, filling the living room with old, nostalgic music. Christmas was difficult for him, since he’d lost the kids, but Harrison helped him infinitely. He could give him the memories he’d not had as a kid, what he deserved. 

Harrison managed to ignore the pain while they decorated, and, for a while, it worked. He loved Christmases with Steve, and as much as he knew Santa wasn't real, it still felt magical. 

Of course, he knew Steve struggled with big events, but he'd been working on it for a little while. They talked about his kids, his late wife, it wasn’t something that Harrison wasn't aware of. It was bittersweet at times, and he knew the only reason he had a family was because Steve had lost his. He disappeared to his room, returning with a few delicate glass baubles. 

"Steve?"

Steve looked up from where he was knelt on the floor, trying to program the lights. “Yeah?”

Harrison hesitated, suddenly aware of how he'd probably overstepped and Steve was going to hate him. He took a breath before kneeling by him, hands outstretched. "I got these, for Jon and Amy and Bella."

Steve stopped, looking up at his son. “Oh, Hars.” He breathed, suddenly choked up. “Thank you.”

He held them out for Steve to take. "Here."

“Let me get up, I don’t want to break them.” He said, getting to his feet before he took them from him. “They’re beautiful.”

"I was terrified they'd break on the way home." He admitted. 

“They look okay.”

"I'm glad."

“Here, help me put them on the tree.”

"Are you sure?"

“Of course I’m sure.”

Harrison found himself choked up again, and he gave Steve a watery smile. "Thank you."

“I’d hug you but I don’t want to break them. There’s a spot here? Seem good?”

Harrison nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He carefully helped Steve hang them on the tree before turning to hug him. 

"I wish I could have met them."

Steve held him tight. “I wish you could have too. They’d love you.”

"They would?" His voice wavered. "I'd have loved proper siblings."

“They would. Bella would’ve been head over heels, too.”

Harrison sniffed. "I'm sorry."

“No, don’t apologise. Are you feeling any better?”

He hesitated, not wanting to admit that he still felt like shit. "A bit."

“You still feel all feverish.” Steve murmured. “Are you sure?”

So much for that. "No."

He frowned. “Let’s sit, then. You don’t look great. Pain still bad?”

He nodded. "And I feel sick."

“Shivery and feverish too?”

"It's just a bug."

“That’s a yes, then.” Steve said, steering him to the sofa. “Where’s the pain?”

"Stomach." He admitted. 

“All over?”

"The bottom."

Steve sighed. “Think we should probably get you checked out.”

"I don't want to, can't we just stay here?"

“I know, but I think it’s best.”

"Please? I'll say if I feel worse."

“Sooner we go, sooner we can come back.” 

"I've ruined Christmas."

“You’ve not ruined anything.”

"I have." He already felt so miserable, so the tears were quick to fall. "I have."

“You’ve not, it’s okay.” Steve soothed, pulling him in for a hug. 

Harrison broke, curling into Steve's side. Sure, he was an adult now, but he felt so rubbish that he could have been a child again. The pain really was bad, and each sob only made it worse. The paracetamol hadn't touched it, the juice he'd taken with it only added to the nausea, and it was almost too late when he realised. He shoved Steve away from him, struggling to his feet and rushing to the bathroom. He dropped to his knees, head in the toilet as he vomited. 

Steve sighed as Harrison was sick, though it stopped his initial confusion as to why he’d pulled away so quickly, He followed him into the bathroom, kneeling next to him. “Bless you. That’s it, get it up, you’ll feel better for it.”

After a few more episodes of vomiting, he rocked back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He leaned against Steve’s side, closing his eyes and taking a moment to try and catch his breath. The pain seemed to have shifted too, with all the vomiting, and he somehow felt even worse.

"I think I need to go to hospital."

Steve rubbed his back again, holding him close. “I think so too. You stay here, I’ll grab you a few bits, and then we can go.”

"I'm so sorry for ruining everything."

“You’ve not ruined anything.” Steve reassured. “Are you okay for a couple of minutes whilst I go and sort some bits?”

"Yeah." He nodded. "But don't be too long?"

“I won’t be.” He said gently. “We’ll get you sorted out, and no need to apologise. Nothing is ruined. You’ve made my Christmas with those ornaments.”

Harrison whined as he moved, a hand across his stomach. "Thank you."

[princecharmingtobe]

I have grown very attached to my current rimworld colony, so I decided to make them in Hero Forge. I've even come up with a backstory for the starting three.

Starting with Daniel. Daniel had a pretty normal and peaceful childhood. In his early adulthood he ended up working as a midwife. It was then that he started wearing dresses, as he thought pretending to be a woman would make those giving birth more comfortable. He found he liked them, and so still wears them from time to time. The ears are a new development. We found a chest with a magic potion in it and he drank it and that happened lol

Crane worked her way up to knighthood, but lost everything but her title to war. She became an adventurer trying to regain what she lost. It was during this time she met Daniel, on his way to a neighboring village in need of a midwife. She was also heading in that direction, so they journeyed together for safety. And good they did, because they found trouble, but together fought it off. Daniel found he liked the thrill of battle, and after doing what he set out to do, he asked Crane if she would allow him to continue traveling with her. The two got on great, and became a professional adventuring duo.

Many years later the duo came upon a merchant's cart being attacked. They swooped in to help, but were only able to save one person: Andy, the merchant's teenage son. Though they offered to escort him home, he insisted there was no one there waiting for him, and wanted to stay with them instead. Not being the most responsible adults in the world, they agreed and he joined them. Shortly after this the trio did some tomb raiding and found a mysterious tome. Andy read it, and was forever changed, gaining the power of a necromancer.

Daniel and Crane, now in their 40s and 50s, found that they were getting a little old for the adventuring life on the road, and Andy suggested they could build an inn. The two of them could work out of it, having a proper base to rest at between adventures, and he could stay behind and run the inn. After all, he'd learned much in the way of business from his father.

That was the plan, but it hasn't gone as expected... While still in the process of building the trio were attacked by a bandit, who got a couple lucky shots on Crane, who lost both a hand and a leg in the battle. This slowed things down. They (by which I mean me) underestimated the climate of the place they had settled in. Winter came on fast, and food has been a struggle. On the bright side, some tame trolls wandered in and Crane has trained them up well, and now rides them around everywhere and into combat. She also has a cursed sword! It's great for killing people, but causes her constant pain to wield.

Around the end of fall a phytokin, plant woman, named Pomegranate found the inn while being chased by an ogre. The ogres had kept and protected her in return for advice and guidance, as they aren't particularly smart. But when some of her advice ended poorly they accused her of betrayed them and attacked. It was a hard fight, but the party took down the enraged ogre still chasing her and accepted Pomegranate into their group. Her connection with dryads has proved useful.

There's really not much to say about Tsu. She found the inn on her own and asked to join the party. She's a grumpy, man-hating dvergr (a type of dwarf) who none the less has been helpful. She'll really pull her weight once we discover smithing, as she is a master crafter.

And lastly, Squint. Ignore the slave yellow of his name... He was being sold by slavers who passed by. We didn't have the manpower to fight them, so we bought the child and are working on convincing him he's not a slave anymore XP And only after did we learn he's a pyromancer! He doesn't have very good control over his power yet, and has already set the storage shed on fire once while trying to defend against some rabid snow hares...

So yeah, this is The Adventurer's Guild, my beloved medieval fantasy colony.

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

...Short Story Imagine...

((A fluffy AU for Bucky Barnes, I had this idea for a long while now so here it is, for those who need fluff))

Bucky has been cooping well lately, with losing Steve, keeping up with technology, and how the people act now, but ome thing he can't seem to shake of is the food.

Being a super soldier he has fast metabolism, which means he has to eat A LOT, but even though modern time has more food options than it had in the past he can't seem but miss old food. So Sam being a good friend decided to suprise him and ask (Y/n), who is known by her amazing cooking to re-create and cheery pie that Bucky doesn't shut up about, and so after long digging she finds a recipe and makes it for him.

When Bucky was told about this friend of Sam's he was sceptical, he had to admit, she was very beautiful, but she can't be able to re-create a recipe from the 40s, but apparently she could, because after taking the first bute he couldn't help but finish the whole pie, causing Sam to be grumpy for not saving a slice for him.

After that day Bucky kept coming to her with requests of food from the 40s, even providing ingredients to show that he isn't just using her or something. It didn't take long for his presence to be normal in (Y/n)'s house, and he sometimes even spents breakfast/Lunch/Dinner with her sometimes, and after hearing his struggle with coping she offers to introduce him to the modern food gently.

When Same decides to visit (Y/n) one day with groceries as a thank you for dealing with Bucky's appetite he stops when he hears laughter and from the window he can see the scary winter soldier wearing an apron and cutting vegetables while (Y/n) was lecturing him on how the slices shouldn't be THAT thin. He just smiles and leave the bags on the door steps, not wanting to interrupt whatever was blooming between the two.

[seaweedbraens]

This is in part a response to the 3/10 reviewer.

Adaptations obviously cannot have every single thing perfect to the book, just time wise it's impossible. But I think this series was made with a lot of love by everyone involved and it shows. Every interview I've seen and the show itself make it clear it's also important to them, and they want to make a good version.

A lot of issues that I read I think can be solved with having more of the story. Like, his mom has given him blue candy, explanation might come later, like in the talks the trio has during the quest. Or the council of the cloven elders doesn't even appear in the books until the Battle of the Labryinth. We don't need an explanation yet. Without knowledge of the books I would assume oh the visually important nature ppl are the ppl in charge of the satyrs. Which like.. yeah good enough for now. And it gives Grover more depth from the start. And there are hints of Luke's bitterness, such as "They like the smell of begging" when they go for offerings. We also haven't even left camp yet, there's time to develop that.

Luke's emphasis on glory was more about from other campers, I took it as a hint of Luke's desire to feel powerful. Luke also clearly values glory in the books as well - he failed to attain glory by completing his quest and it eats at him. Two, the addition makes sense if you're familiar with the Iliad, glory is heavily emphasized and a complex theme throughout, but I will not be digging out any college essays lol. I think it's definitely something that is going to be developed as a theme throughout.

Luke is a supportive counselor in the book. He's literally the head counselor in charge of shepherding the kids once they get there and likely spend their first night in the Hermes cabin. Plus in Ch. 7, he talks to Percy about being new and warns Percy not to take the offerings lightly, in Ch. 8 trains him on the sword, saying "No laughing at Percy" during the demo, and is thrilled when Percy disarms him.

A word about Gabe, we see Gabe for 9 pages in the beginning of the book. He harasses Percy, demands food from Sally, and is grumpy about them using the car. I was at first bothered by Gabe looking just kinda like a couch potato, but it was pointed out to me that abusers don't just all wear wife beaters and are streaked with grime. In the show he answers, Sally's phone, a controlling behavior. He harasses Percy when he gets in the door, and is almost pleased that Percy got kicked out for assault, a violent behavior. I'm still interested with how they are going to bring in the "Smelly Gabe" covering Percy's scent (which I always was a bit confused how that worked really well if Percy was at boarding school 90% of the time.) And I'm wondering how they are going to make him be deemed worthy of being murdered with Medusa's head by the audience. He appears on the news telling lies about Percy throughout the book and Percy doesn't realize that Sally has been hit before by Gabe until the end of the book. So, those are more ways to bring that in.

While I watched it, it didn't feel very rushed, but that might be because I had context from the books. Looking back it's a fast, but I'd rather have a longer time questing, and that's a trade-off. It's just unfortunate that even an established property can't get a longer run time.

One of my biggest worries was that the fighting would be cringe but I think they pulled it off Really well. It's visually great, and while I have my personal vision of CHB that didn't stop me from loving the show's version. It's also funny! I laughed out loud multiple times. There's tons of little details you get to hunt for from the book. The actors make you believe they are the characters. I've been living with versions in my head for over 15 years and I fully accept these guys as the trio. An open mind and ability to allow multiple versions to live in your head are definitely key to enjoying it as a long time fan.

I'm doing my best to avoid ppls garbage opinions, especially people new to the fandom, but I've seen enough lousy opinions from people who have been in the fandom forever to think it's a problem only in new ppl. Twitter has just been a lot of great edits and memes which is super fun.

Sorry for the length, that I got the book out, and that this was way too in depth for what you originally asked.

sorry for getting to this a little late! personally, i feel like i can't comment on the show yet, since i haven't watched it, but everyone's entitled to their own opinion as long as we're all being respectful here, as you're being. i hope 3/10 anon sees your version of things, and i'm glad you enjoyed the show!

[burningstar-light]

Young SeongJun Headcannons:

He’s very sweet and soft with his s/o, he fusses over you always making sure that you aren't hurt or uncomfortable in any way.

If you get periods, he makes sure to carry pads and tampons with him, as well as a bunch of snacks he knows you love. He doesn’t have any shame about it either, why should he? I mean he’s just being a loving boyfriend and making sure his s/o has everything they need.

He always greets you with a kiss on the cheek, if you let him get away with it he’ll kiss your lips too just soft sweet kisses.

He really likes holding your hand, he loves feeling how your hands fit in with his, how easily your fingers tangle with his.

He may not seem like it but he loves cuddles, gets really grumpy if he doesn't get enough cuddles and kisses. He loves having you curled up on his lap, or laying on top of him as you two nap.

He really enjoys wrapping you up his clothing, he won't take no for an answer either way. If he sees you shivering or you say something about being cold then his jacket is instantly around your shoulders and he’s either taking you somewhere warmer or he’s getting you a warm drink or something along these lines.

Honestly, Seongjun is such a sucker for your kisses. If you ever need him to do something an easy way to motivate him is to offer him kisses; You can’t be bothered getting up to grab something, just grab his cheeks and kiss his nose tell him there will be more if he gets you what you need. He might whine and complain but he’ll do it for you anyway.

he loves having you wrapped up in his arms, something about the way you fit so easily in his arms makes his heart flutter.

He pushes his face into you neck when you two cuddle, he loves the way you smell, and the way you giggle when he presses kisses to your sensitive neck. He uses this as an opportunity to leave hickeys all over your neck, he loves the noises you make as he bites and sucks on your skin. He doesn’t see it as something sexual, he just loves claiming you with his marks.

He’d die if you did the same to him, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over his neck and chest. He’d wear them so proudly, he loves that everyone knows that he belongs to you.

He’d save money from all the little jobs he does so he can buy you little treats and take you on dates.

He likes taking you on dates in the park, gets his mom to teach him how to make a bunch of different picnic foods so he can spoil you. He totally doesn’t use this as an excuse to lay his head in your lap, your fingers running through his hair, has fallen asleep like this.

He loves to chase you around, when he catches you he wraps you up in his arms, lifts you into the air, kisses all over your face after he sets you down.

It makes him so happy when you come to his Judo matches, just seeing you in the crowd makes him work twice as hard. 

If he wins he’ll wrap you up in his arms, kissing you excitedly, it’s all teeth and fast movements, hands gripping your shirt holding you tightly against him. He laughs happily as you whine about how sweaty and gross he is.

Calls you his good luck charm, the first gift he ever got you was a good luck charm.