#whatever first half means to them but yea i will be going feral in the text posts

[firesighgirl]

Let's start by these two memes that are me right now. And then I will copy and paste my whole note about this chapter bc I can't stop whining and kicking and screaming

[ ] yoongi's jeans are as ripped as he is heyo???!?!💀 I AM SWEATING ALREADY

[ ] The warnings GOSH THAT_SHOULD_BE_ME.MP3

[ ] "A lesson that people are more like seasons than flowers. They change with or without you. And they pass by." FUCKKKK tell that to my adolescent self bc I also learned it the hard way

[ ] Reader kept all of their brother's trophies in their bedroom bc it's always nice to look at his achievements as a proud Lil sis🥹

[ ] WAIT WAIT YOONGI WAS HOLDING READER WHILE BRO LITERALLY ATTACKED JK DHJDJSKDKKD THAT IS SO INTENSE AND THE LOOK ON YOONGI'S FACE AAAAHHHH

[ ] Of course the breakup with jk would be the source to all or reader's trust, intimacy and confidence issues! When your first love is over then you lose your footing and your safe space, I get it I get it! It took them years and a yoongi to learn to be themselves again

[ ] OH THEY FINALLY BROKE DOWN ISN'T THAT THE CLOSURE THEY BOTH NEEDED??😭

[ ] what what is jk doing DON'T DO IT DUDE STOPPPP

[ ] I feel like I keep saying oh God during this chapter but YEA THAT'S THE MOOD at least he respected them

[ ] DOM KNOWS DOM KNOWS DOM KNOWS AND ANYONE WITH 2 FUNCTIONING EYES CAN SEE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO EACH OTHER FJJFKDKDKDKKD I AM 🦋🦋🦋🦋 on another note, I keep picturing dom as bibi, maybe bc I want them both to step on me🫣

[ ] YOONGI WON'T BE WITH READER FOR SOME TIME??? MY HEART DROPPED TO MY ASS WHAT IS GOING ON

[ ] "If people are like seasons... which one will yoongi be?" F.U.C.K.

[ ] "He was committing your every feature to memory" I'M READY TO START CRYING ARE YOU SERIOUS RYEN I AM COMING OVER TO HAVE A TALK

[ ] Bro is overprotective and no I get it bc WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH THEIR PARENTS OHMYGOD they really abandoned them as soon as bro was old enough to fend for both of them??? Damn.

[ ] YOONGI ON THE PHONE IS DEADLY I AM ABOUT TO BITE INTO MY FIST, PILLOW, FOOT, WHATEVER I FIND CLOSER!!! HE OLAYED GUITAR FOR THEM FJDJKDKDKDKDKD

[ ] Tae is the best bff!!! He knows what to say and when it's the right time to say it! Jimin is indeed the luckiest man to be with him (waiting for them to be official🧿🩷)

[ ] Yay reader got the job!!! And wait?? How long has it been since the house party??? At least 2 months, right? Fuck I would have become feral if it took this long to see yoongi

[ ] He sent her food at the office???WITH TANGERINES??? THAT'S IT IM GOING BALLISTIC

[ ] what did reader order. Hmmmmm👀👀👀a new sundress? sexy lingerie? A toy meant to be used by 2 people?? A WHIP? okay I'm stopping now🫣

[ ] IT'S BEEN 3 MONTHS??? OH NO!!! not the balcony mention as well!!!! I'VE BEEN HOLDING MY TEARS FOR AT LEAST HALF AN HOUR NOW AND WHEN I SNAP I WILL CRY HARDER THAN THE READER

[ ] My brain keeps singing spring day too gghjjghb

[ ] He knew!!! He knew reader was in a bad mentally state and he came for them!!! I am LAUGHING SO HARD they stole jimin's chips jdkdkdkdkdk yea reader is a hustler indeed!! The public kiss🥺yoongi's outfit🤪yoongi's long hair🫠🥵

[ ] "Yes my love" STATIC NOISES. OLD WINDOWS DESKTOP NOISES. SILENT SCREAMING.

[ ] THANK YOU READER FOR SPEAKING YOUR MIND🗣FIGHT FOR YOUR MAN🗣DEMAND TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM BECAUSE YOU REALLY LIKE HIM🗣ASK TO CHOKE ON HIS DI-wait, what?

[ ] "Choke me. Use me. I don't care, do it all. [...] don't be nice. Spit in my mouth. Make me beg like a fucking slut, I need it" ANDDDD THAT'S MY QUEUE YESSSS QUEEN ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE WE WANT ALL OF THAT TO HAPPEN TO US!!!

[ ] FUCKING HELL LOOK AT READER!!!!!!! MY HEAD IS SPINNING!!!! is that a glimpse of what they used to be before the emotional turmoil jk brought them to? Bc F U C K

[ ] Yoongi king of consent before he fucks your throat and slaps your face with his cawk🥹

[ ] HE IS GONNA FUCK AND MAKE LOVE TO THEM WITH THEIR HEELS ON? GODDDDDD I AM THE ONE BEING NERVOUS HERE AND IM NOT EVEN IN THE PRESENCE OF HIS PIERCING GAZE FJJDKDKDKKD

[ ] No for real I am at the beach soaking the sun, wishing I was sucking yoongi's di-🏃‍♀️

[ ] "Fuck me like you missed me" FUCK US YOONGI WE'RE AT OUR LIMIT

[ ] He wants them to beg!?!??! OH WE WILL BEG WE DON'T HAVE DIGNITY USE US SLAP US

[ ] "I need you too" PASSING THE FUCK OUT and his hands are shaking???? THAT'S SO HOT HE'S TRYING TO HOLD BACK

[ ] He's choking them and spat in their mouth and asking for them to say thank you??? RYEN STOP POKING AT MY BRAIN AND MY KINKS LIST FJJDKDKDK

[ ] His dark laugh while he's pining them down his desk?!?!?!?!? 🪽🪽me ascending🪽🪽

[ ] HOLDING THEM UP BY THEIR THROAT!!!! atp I'm just retyping in caps what I like and kick my feet up

[ ] "Don't fall in love" WHAT? yoongi said that to them or it was a thought?? Bc I think it's too late for that

[ ] FINALLY A CHAINS MENTION I WAS WAITING FOR THE STAR OF THE SHOW⛓️⛓️⛓️

[ ] Talking them through it. Yea that's it that's my shit

[ ] The aftercare!!! The cuddling!!! The mention of the cat!!! We!!want!!to!!meet!!the!!cat!! Stop gatekeeping her yoongi🗣

[ ] Oh finally they got a date for their album!! Yay!!🥳🥳🥳

[ ] OH MY GOD YOONGI WAS CRYING IN THEIR ARMS WHILE THEY WERE HUMMING😫🥺😭🫢WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY

[ ] Oh yea.. the return to reality!!! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckkk

RYEN!!!! I WAS SHOOKETH FOR THE WHOLE 18.8K I LOVED IT I WAS CLUTCHING MY SHEETS MY PEALS AND THEN MY BEACHTOWEL I HAD TO TAKE MULTIPLE BREAKS, MOSTLY TO DUMP MY HEAD INTO THE SEA FOR A HOT MINUTE!!! thank you for another incredible chapter and watch out bc I am coming over to yell at you bc I'm yet again sexuallt frustrated and then to kiss your forehead and take you on that ice cream date🥹🩷oh how I've missed babbling incoherently under your new chapters

busted (3tan) (m) | myg

title: busted  pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) , jungkook x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: when things go a bit south at your house party, decisions between you and yoongi have to be made. note: well. here we are, y’all. it’s been quite a long time, but we are back to regularly scheduled programming :’)) thank you to everyone that has supported and encouraged me throughout this whole process – and series, for that matter. i couldn’t have done this without y’all and the next part is already in the works. also i cried a lot writing this lol have fun! note 2: happy birthday, hedgehog! and to colourless and nicki and whoever else had birthdays recently, consider this my gift to y’all! warnings: language, the amount of content itself fck i’m so sorry, parties, alcohol consumption, tense situations, shoving, obligatory yoongi on the phone, ch*king, head/hair pulling, reader has a pain kink and it shows oops, angst, overthinking :((, penetrative s*x, chains but come on now, protective s*x, cowgirl, or*l (m/f rec), edg*ng a ha ha, thro*tf*cking, kissing :’))), kissing D:, did i say angst?, bro😵‍💫, but also bro😭, jungkook gets a warning too, yoongi’s jeans are as ripped as he is heyo, hitting from the b b back, yoongi king of consent sheesh, multiple org*sms, spitting lmfao, sl*t/wh*re mentions, yoongi jfc lol, the aftercare y’all i–😭, the ending🧍  drop date: june 9th, 2023, 7:17pm est  word count: 18.8k gdi

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[littlecafe]

me, a jtbc music survival show and nugu group enthusiast’s time has come!! or it will...once this airs in 2023...................

[kasey-writes-stuff]

i have a request!!

ler gogs ler quackity lee sap: they’re streaming together and obvs gogs and quack bounce around a lot more than sap does. basically they go feral and accidentally find out that saps ticklish and mess with him for it.

kinda love the idea that sap is too stubborn to admit that he’s ticklish hehe.

Woo I finally got this finished!

Debates ending in laughter

George, Quackity and Sapnap had met up and were doing their first official stream together! Karl would’ve been there but he was stuck filming for mr beast and Dream was at a family reunion so thus the three were left alone! They had decided to do a Q&A and despite it being titled “chill Q&A with the boys!” It was anything but chill! Currently the three were debating over whether apple juice or orange juice was better and it was semi calm at first seeing as Quackity and George agreed but things quickly grew less calm when sap said he leaned more towards orange juice…

“I’m just saying I like both but I lean towards orange juice” George shook his head “Well you’re wrong that’s just wrong” “what do you mean wrong ?! It’s an opinion?! And most importantly my opinion so it is definitely not wrong!” Quackity shook his head smiling a bit “man I gotta agree with George here you’re wrong” sapnaps mouth gaped open “Quackity how could you?!” George giggled softly “Quackity is just cultured and has good opinions unlike you sapnap” sapnap scoffed and lightly shoved George and George shoved back to sap shoved back and George shoved again and sap shoved again sap poked at George’s chest and so George went to poke at saps chest but accidentally poked his ribs instead

Sapnap jumped and squeaked as an instant pink tint could be seen on his pale cheeks “EEK!” Quackity and George looked at each other and then at sapnap,

Quackity was the first one to speak “Oh sapnap.. what was that?” He had a devious grin as did George “yea sapnap what was that squeak about?” Sapnap cleared his throat as he says “what what squeak? I didn’t squeak you guys must be hearing things” Quackity shook his head smiling excitedly “no no you definitely squeaked! George what did you do?! Do it again!” George shrugged “all I did was poke him like this” George poked sap again and sap once again squeaked but George kept poking which make giggles begin to slip past sapnaps lips and so that’s when it clicked for Quackity!

“Oh I get it I get it! Sapnap here seems to be a little ticklish” sapnap was quick to disagree but his nervousness and voice crack gave away the true answer “WhAt no I’m nOt!” George Quackity both burst into giggles at his voice crack and George rolled his fondly saying “yea sure like we believe that” he looked to Quackity who had a big excited smile on his face and they both nodded, Quackity quickly got up and held sapnaps arms above his head while George straddled his waist! Sapnap had already begun pleading “guys guys guys you really don’t have to do this!”

Quackity shrugs and says “Well yea sure we don’t have to but we want to! Only if you want to tho dude” sapnap blushes brightly he’s thankful that Quackity is being sure he’s okay with this but something about admitting he was okay with this was very flustering…he couldn’t find the way to use his words so he just nodded his head yes softly, Quackity and George smile brightly and usually they would tease him about something like this but opted not to seeing as he was already so flustered.. George smiles softly “okay so where should we start?” Quackity thinks for a moment and says “hmm try his sides” George nods as he begins poking at sapnaps sides

Sapnap squeaked as he shifted back and forth with each and every poke “eek! Geeheohohrrgehehe!” George smirked softly “what sapnap can’t take a little poking? I’m barely doing anything” Quackity giggles softly using his over exaggerated British accent as he “aww is sappity nappity too ticklish for the pokey wokeies?” Sapnap blushes darkly as he giggles “friihihicckkk ohohofff duhuhuddhehehe!” George snickers softly “wow sapnap if you’re giggling this much from just some poking I can’t wait to see what happens when I do this” he begins digging into sapnaps sides! Sap shrieks and falls into laughter “AhAH GEORGEHHE HAHAHAAHA!”

George smirks softly “wow sapnap never knew you were so ticklish!” Quackity nods excitedly “yea man why would you keep this from us?! This is pure gold!” Sapnaps face turned even redder at their teasing as he says “ BEHEHEHECCHAHAHUHUHUSEHEHE IHIHIHI KKNHEHHEWWW YOOUU WOOUULDDD AHAHBBUHUSSHEHWHE. IHIHITT EEEEP!” He squealed as George switched to vibrations along with a mixture of random squeezes, also his statement was a bit of a lie while he did know they would abuse his ticklishness he didn’t actually not tell them because of that… the true reason he didn’t tell them was because he was too embarrassed to ever bring it up, he actually didn’t mind them abusing it a bit and to be honest he more than didn’t mind it he liked it… he just silently hoped they wouldn’t realize that but unlucky for sapnap they did indeed realIze it

George snickers softly “well for someone who didn’t tell us because he knew we would abuse it you certainly haven’t tried to get away” Quackity nodded in agreement “yea sapnap you’re definitely stronger than both of us yet you haven’t even tried to get away why is that?” Seeing as sapnaps face could not go much redder his ears began to turn red, George paused his tickling for a moment to give sap a small breather and allow him to answer “ihihihi uhuhuh ihihi ihihittsss hahaharddheherrr fahhacihihinngg ahahggahahinnsstt yoouuu ahahttt the same time..” Quackity rolled his eyes chuckling softly “yea uh sure, hey sapnap why are your ears so red?” Quackity gently traces the outer shell of one or sapnaps ears

Sapnap squeaks as soft melty giggles pour out “eeek! Nhahaha dohonnttt dohoho tthahahattt!” George’s eyes widen as he smiles brightly “No way! Look at him he’s practically a puddle of jelly! You should try his neck next!” Sapnaps head snaps up at George’s words “NONONO DONT!” George’s smile morphs into a devious grin “why not sapnap is your neck too ticklish? Can it not handle the tickly tickles?” Quackity laughed at George’s teases as he joins in “yea sappynappy is your neck too ticklish for me to even do this?” All he did was place his hands on saps neck and sap flinched a small quivering smile on his face, George couldn’t help but laugh softly at cute it was “no way he literally can’t look at him he’s already about to break!” Quackity maneuvered his head so he could see sapnaps face and he broke into laughter

“PHAHAHhhaha dude no way! So imagine what would happen if I-“ he began fluttering his fingers all around sapnaps neck making his neck instinctively turn and twist on every way possible to try and escape the sensations “EE QUACKITY NOHOHO AHAHAHEHEHE HAHAHEHHEHHAHAHHA FRIHIHICCKK!” George shook his head “Sapnap I literally don’t understand how you were able to hide this from us for so long, is this why you always wear hoodies?” Sapnap through his laughter manages to say “NOHOHO IHIHI JUHUHUSSTT LIHIKKEHE HOHOHDDIHIHIEHESSS”

Quackity rolls eyes his light heartedly as he stops and says “whatever you say man” George hums softly as he says “where should we go next? Maybe….here?” He experimentally pokes at both sapnap’s armpits giggling when he sees sapnaps arms twitch, sap squeaks as he shakes his head “eek! Nohowherhehe you should go nowhere” Quackity smirks before using sapnaps words against him “oh trust me sapnap I don’t think we’ll be going anywhere for at least a few more minutes haha” George giggles softly rolling his eyes fondly at the two before wasting no time scribbling in sapnaps armpits

Sapnap squeals as he twists back and forth, half heartedly trying to get his arms down “EEP GEORGE NOT THERE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA FRRIHIHICCKKK HEHAHAHAHHAHA!” George smirked a bit as he says “oh ticklish armpits sapnap how cute!” Sapnap blushes bright red as he says “SHUHUTTT UHUHUPP IHIHIMM SUHUHURREHEE YOOUURRRSS AHHARRHEHE JUHUHUSSTT AHASS BAHAHDD” George blushed lightly and Quackity laughs “geheheohorrggehehe your sohoho pihinkk!” George grumbles softly “shut up I’m sure yours are just as bad as well” Quackity immediately shut up looking away his face now pink…

George simply smirks as he begins focusing on the middles of sapnaps pits making him shriek “gAH GOHOHOGGYY NHAHHAAHAHAHAHA!” George grins “oh are the middles the worst hm? Well I won’t stay here too long I still wanna get that tummy of yours” Quackity nods “yea sap I bet your tummy is really ticklish isn’t? I bet you can hardly take it” A few moments pass and George stops and just rests his hands on sapnaps shirt, sapnap giggles residually gratefully taking in air “hohollyy frihihicckk yooouuu guhuhyysss ahharrhehe rhehehahallyy gohohoddd ahahttt thihihiss”

Quackity smiled brightly “Thank you thank you I take a lot of pride in being good at this” George snickers softly “yea thanks for the compliment, you ready to finish now?” Sapnap nods shyly “yea sure…” George nods smiling very slightly “so uhm are you good with me lifting your shirt?” Sapnap hesitantly nods “uh sure” George lifts it just enough to expose his tum button and curiously pokes around his stomach, sapnaps stomach jumps at each poke and he squeaks falling into giggles “eek! Geheheohohorrgehehe juhuhusstt gehehettt ihihitt ohovvehehrr wihihitthh dohohonnttt thehehahahseee”

Quackity scoffs softly “dang someone’s impatient” George laughs a bit “ohohkay then you asked for it” he began quickly skittering and scratching his blunt nails all around sapnaps tummy! Sapnap squealed as he fell into soft laughter “EEP GOGS ahahAHAHAH!” Quackity’s eyes widened slightly before narrowing as he blushed slightly “dang his stomach is pretty bad” his blush was due to the realization while sapnaps stomach was pretty ticklish it wasn’t near as bad as his own…. Suddenly sap shrieked bringing Quackity back to the situation at hand “EEE GOGS NOT THE BUTTON!”

George smirks softly “oh? Not the button? Is this little button too ticklish?” Sapnap nods softly and George softens a bit “well I won’t stay here too long then okay?” Sapnap smiles gratefully and Quackity smiles at the softeness of it all, usually he would make a joke about how sappy all of this is but he decided not to, George quickly dipped his finger in wiggling it around! Sap shrieked again as his back involuntarily arched up “AAhh HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA NNAHAHHAHA!” True to his word George only kept it up a few short seconds before stopping

“Hey sapnap can George try one more thing?” Quackity curiously asks, through his tired giggles sapnap says “yehehahhaa ihihi gehehuhuhuss” Quackity smiles excitedly “George do you know what a raspberry is?” George nods “yea it’s a fruit duh” Quackity rolls his eyes as he says “no no no not that kind! Here switch positions I’ll do it” and so they swiftly switched positions and Quackity wasted no time leaning down and blowing the biggest raspberry he can over sapnaps tum button!

Sap actually screamed before falling into silent laughter! “AAAAHHHH QUACK ………….” Upon his silent laughter George immediately let go of sapnaps arms and Quackity began rubbing away the excess tickles as sapnap giggled residually “You good sapnap?” Sapnap nods through his giggles “yehehehahaha” suddenly George gasps and they both turn to look at him and Quackity is first to speak “what?” George blushes as he says “uhm we forgot about stream…” Sapnap immediately sits up and looks at the camera and then slides down into the floor

Quackity laughs a bit not at sapnap though but at the ridiculousness of them forgetting to turn it off and how none of their friends bothered telling them… or so they thought but actually they all just forgot they had so not disturb on on their phones so they didn’t get any notifications though to be fair Dream can get through George’s do not disturb so Dream must’ve just not tried to get through… They quickly wordlessly end stream and promptly all break into laughter

Sapnap is first to speak “well that’s definitely getting clipped” George nods “oh please it’s probably already trending on Twitter!” Quackity nods in agreement “I bet vod channels are already uploading it right now” suddenly sapnap smiles a bit deviously “so next Q&A which one of you is getting wrecked?” Quackity and George blush stuttering and pointing at each other “definitely him!” George says, “no no no George started this so it should definitely be him!” Sapnap laughs “I’m sure they’ll be many more Q&As in the future so I’ll get you both back eventually, now I’m starving let’s go get food”

And so the night was spent rather uneventful apart from the shared laughter at Twitter

The end

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reacts: Masters of the Universe: Revelation episode 5

Spoilers below

TL:DR I was not crazy about it and if you did enjoy episode 5 and like the series. I recommend skipping this reaction/review

-So they host a little funeral for Orko. Yep, gotta milk all you can out of the character ya set up to die since his introduction. Well they gave Orko more respect than He-man. Good on Adam for being a decent human being. (I will stop being cynical about this)

-Well Preternia is cool.

-Moss man is the forest.

-Adam had the sword and he is like

-"Welp you are all stuck in heaven now."

-Andra is adorable. (Also side note. I havent really seen Andra and Teela be couple like since episode 2. Like where is the couple stuff? Evil-lyn and Teela have had more dialouge together?)

-Adam and Teela being awkward which understandable.

-And Teela is still salty. At least its fleshed out a bit more. But you would think she would be OVER this by now.

-King of Grayskull? Oh this will be cool.

-Hoverboards in Heaven!

-The tower looks cool.

-Hero is his name?

-Hero is shook by the split the sword.

-Andra making a forge.

-They competitive friends in the hunt!

-Well this is somewhat cute.

-OH S***! KING GRAYSKULL LOOKS EPIC! HE RIDES A TRICERATOPS!

-Adam chose that form? Like he could have taken his He-man form? But chose that one? Okay I am genuinely curious.

-King was the first Castle Grayskull champion. Wow okay. And the guy is now talking smack about the castle.

-I like feral sorcerer lady.

-So they made a heaven forge.

-the last bit of magic!

-Roboto is like "Yea I am not sure at all but I am gonna try." He is going to die too.

-So Teela and Adam moment.

-Adam has a point. He was dead. Not like he was like "Lol i am gonna die and make you feel bad" He was saving the Universe!

-Adam is totally gonna go back because he has unfinished business.

-Adam might not get back to paradise if he goes back.

-Mossman is a million years old. Lol

-Roboto is doing it.

-The forge scene is epic.

-Roboto gonna die.

-He did it though... and it blew up in his face.

-The sword is forged tho.

-But now Roboto is dead. And he made a roboto is afraid to die.

-Wow that is f***Ed up.

-Rip Roboto

-Adam wants to go back. Okay so now we will have Adam/He-man be a more prominent part of the show now. It took some time, but hey at least he is back now.

-Adam he is owning it up to it.

-Adam be a real one.

-What the s*** he almost died right after getting back. Okay so is that the fake out.

-And tech cultists.

-Welp Man-at-arms is here to defend. LOL

-Adam reveals he is back.

-Cringer missed him. (This was cute)

-So now they back to where he died. He about to do what they need to do.

-He be calling back the magic. Now it starting to feel like He-man again

-Sorceress is BACK BABY!

-And Grayskull looks good again.

-And... Adam got F***ING STABBED. Did, did they REALLY JUST KILL HIM TWICE?! I had this feeling like they were saying "You cant come back if you die again" But I thought no There is no way they would be stupid enough to kill him TWICE.

-So Skeletor survived by putting his essence into the staff Evil-lyn had and if she had left it all of this could have been avoided

-Evil lyn is back to being bad. Because Skeletor just came back. So much for all that development Lyn.

-Skeletor just called on the power of GREYSKULL. So can anyone do that?! Does this mean Skeletor can go to Preternia?

-Skeletor's form is... well it is something. I mean its cool. But... I dont really feel like its earned. Like I wish we had some foreshadowing or something. Like he is just like "BTW I was here the whole time just in case." Now if Adam was like pushed aside or like knocked back and Skelator took it so he could show off, that would be more He-Man like. Cause then you get the moral on WHY Adam chose this form in Preternia.

-Also Skeletor getting the power sword SHOULD be a much bigger and much more earned moment. This scene should have been like the penultimate episode before the final battle. Also him Stabbing He-man/Adam would have had way more impact if this was the first time they pulled this.

-But in all seriousness. Did they REALLY JUST KILL ADAM AGAIN!?

-They took all of that development and just... KILLED HIM AGAIN.

-Side note: if ANYONE could use the power, Why not just have he-man pass the torch to Andra or Teela. Because now Adam cant even chill in heaven. He is just a dying little flea who basically got set up to DIE AGAIN. Like the writers clearly do not like Adam.

-How am I suppose to be excited? Lol Skelator is back sure but he just killed He-man. Are they gonna do a fake out death? Have him Die but then get revived by the sorceress? Regardless its in bad fucking taste.

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2.5/10

Look, Skeletor's comeback was cool and all (He and the designs of King Greyskull are the reasons this isnt a 1 out of 10). But WOW they really did Adam dirty. I was expecting He-man in a show that is named after half his old show. Even the earlier trailers showed a bunch of him... but he only shows up in flashbacks after episode 1.

If Adam doesnt die, he will likely get heal in the nick of time and and die again later anyway. Considering how predictable the show is I can already predict that they will beat skeletor. Teela's Power that was hinted at in episode 4 will make her the new Sorceress and Andra will be revealed to be a descendant of King Greyskull thus making her the TRUE heir to Castle Greyskull an have her be the new champion or reverse of that where Teela is the new champion and Andra is the sorceress. If Adam does survive he will just be Adam at the end of the series and not He-man because whatever reason about him not actually feeling like He-man was him. But my bet is that they kill him again if he isnt already dead.

Which means that He-man just becomes She-ra. But there is already a She-Ra and it actually has She-Ra in the title. And that She-Ra actually has better writing in it because it actually cares.

Because lets face it this show was not about he-man. It was about Teela.

I know its called Masters of the Universe Revelation. But they should have called it Teela: and Everyone else dies.

But I seriously have to ask. WHO IS THIS FOR?

Its not for die hard He-Man fans because it kills off or changes all the characters they know.

It isnt for new fans because most of them would have no idea who any of these characters are. The show expects you to know them already.

It isnt for Feminists. Teela's characterization is a bad stereotype of written 'strong woman'. I made a comment that it was basically a 'Guy that tried to write a Strong woman character' but it is STUPIDLY ACCURATE at this point.

She-Ra: Princess of Power 2018 already exists and does it better.

If I had to make a bet. It feels like the writers were targeting the demographic that watched He-man and hated it, then writing a Salt fic about the characters after turning one of them into a self insert.

I hate that the writing sucks, because the animation is gorgeous, there are somethings that are really cool. In fact when they show off the ideas from the original He-Man, it looks amazing. Those flashbacks? They are the best parts of each episode.

Now I am no die hard fanboy for he-man. But I did like the 2002 show. I am actually chill with some of the changes made. Not all of them, but some. But I hate lazy and manipulative writing. Writing in a show purely for shock value.

The trailers they put out for this show were manipulative. Showing much more He-man then there was.

I wasnt expecting god tier level writing for this. This was based on a 1980's show. It didnt need amazing writing, it just needed to be good enough and show it cares about its fans. But it didnt.

Lets say we removed He-man from the equation entirely. make this its own thing. Change the names, alter a few appearances. Would that have changed my opinion.

It would make me less mad, but I would also still call it a bad show because the writing is generic at best. Its hackneyed and the characters with any appeal get killed off.

How am I supposed to be excited for this?

Do you know how angry this makes me. I WANTED to be hyped as hell for the fact that Skeletor has the power of Greyskull and is getting ready to be this super big bad for the end of the season. But I am not.

I just feel annoyed and disinterested.

Will I watch the other episodes if they get released?

I dont think I have the stomach for it. They would need to do a LOT to make me want to watch the other half.

[liliesoftherain]

My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader

Ch. 15 Hakamata vs Bakugou

Masterlist

A/N: OKAY WAIT I CAN EXPLAIN SDFJEVJ- 

A big thank you for everyone who was waiting patiently. I know I haven’t been active lately, and I’ve been getting asks about this story and honestly I felt terrible for not updating, not because I was feeling pressured. So don’t think it was anyone pressuring me, honestly it wasn’t. I haven’t been feeling that motivated to write. School had kicked my ass the last few weeks, especially with this covid and everything happening, I’ve been exhausted. My job was ‘essential’ enough to keep me working throughout everything, and i had been picking up shifts and working my ass off, and honestly? I’m over work but lol need that money right

But I want to continue this story, I want to finish it. I have so much planned and I don’t want to abandon it. So I wont(: Get ready for updates, cause they’re coming. My other stories, I don’t really know what to do, I’ll make a post about that later. For now, enjoy this; it’s short, but I’m already working on the next chapter(: 

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You watched the next battle feeling more upbeat, thanking everyone as they gave you their congratulations. You were in awe at the fight between Bakugou and Kirishima, seeing as the former was on the defensive until the latter was suffering due to the overuse of his quirk. Bakugou had sent relentless attack after attack, managing to knock Eijiro out and win the battle. 

“With that vicious win, Bakugou advances to the third round! Ladies and gentlemen, take a look at our final four.”

You glance up to the big screen to see a picture of you along with Bakugou, Todoroki, and Iida on it, the cheers erupting all around the stadium. You chug down your 5th bottle of water before turning on your heel to walk out; you hadn’t sat down, choosing to stand by the entrance just to watch the fight. 

You throw your bottle in the trash as you head down the hallway, spotting a boy making his way towards you,

“Hey, Izuku,” you wave, a smile on your face, “you’re looking, well, better.”

“O-oh, hey! Yea, I guess so,” he smiled back sheepishly, his arm in a cast and he was bandaged all over, “Recovery Girl healed me up, enough to walk at least.”

“Shouldn’t you be resting up then? It’s not smart to make your injuries worse you know.”

“I’ll be fine, really, I don’t want to miss any more battles. This is where everyone’s efforts are paying off, including yours. Congrats on being top four, (y/n).” He beams, there was that excited gleam in his eye, the one he gets when he watches a pro at work. 

“O-oh, thanks-” You blush at the look, being cut off as he starts to rant.

“Tokoyami is super strong, and you managed to win! I mean, since I also found out about Dark Shadows and Tokoyami’s weakness I assumed you would have no trouble taking him down. Not saying you wouldn’t have won without a weakness! I don’t doubt you and your abilities, really, you’re an amazing fighter! I wish I would have been able to see your fight, but at least I’ll be able to watch you go up against Kaachan-”

Your laughter brought him out of his word vomit, and he felt the blush grow along his face. He knew he often had issues with muttering whatever he thought, but for some reason it was worse when he was with you; his tongue felt heavy in his mouth, his head was light, and he couldn’t help how he spoke his mind. He liked talking to you, telling you everything he thought. You always gave him your full attention, no matter how crazy, long, or irritating it was.

Maybe that’s why he found you so captivating?

“S-sorry, I was doing it again..”

“Don’t be, and you were with me in spirit Deku! Even if you didn’t get to watch. Plus, I doubted myself against Tokoyami in the first place, I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” You watched as his eyes widened.

“But I didn’t! I-”

“I know, thank you. I mean it,” you bite your lip to contain the grin that wants to break across your face, “you always believe in me and I appreciate it. You’re the best, Izuku.”

The large blush that spread across his body made you giggle once more before you continued forward, glancing back to give a dazzling smile. 

“Now go watch those matches, I’ll be listening for your cheers when it’s my turn!”

“Ye-yeah…” The goofy grin stayed on his face the rest of his journey to the stands. 

You made it to the waiting room, breathing in deeply as you steal your nerves for the next match. You were calmer this time, not in the sense of feeling confident, oh no.

You were going up against Bakugou Katsuki; one of the strongest and smartest guys you've ever met. He had such an incredible display of reflexes and skills, for this fight you knew you had to be smart and cautious if you wanted half a chance against him. 

The more you thought about it, the more you felt as if your head would explode. There weren’t really a lot of ways to go about it; he didn’t have a huge drawback like yours or Tokoyami’s, his greatest weakness was most likely the prolonged use of his quirk, and the strain it provided on his muscles and fibers in his arms. He wasn’t stupid either, he quick reaction times and well thought up plans-as long as Izuku wasn’t involved.

He always lost it when it came to Deku. 

The sound of announcements rang overhead, and you snapped out of your thoughts to see you've been sitting for about five minutes or so. You stand and leave the room, heading out of the waiting room and towards the arena. 

Walking up the steps, you saw your opponent already waiting. The pillars in the corners erupting with flames, the crowd being drowned out by the booming voice of Present Mic. 

“And now, Bakugou vs Hakamata! These two have been coming out high in the ranks all day, let’s see which one can handle the heat better! Those destructive explosions or that fiery light! There could have also been sparks of a burning romance between these two, will this be the end of it!?” 

“You’re jumping to conclusions again.”

You desperately ignore the teasing words, knowing your dad was definitely going to have a talk with you once this was all over. You noticed the slight flushing of Bakugou’s face, knowing he must’ve been annoyed by the accusations as well. 

“Oh well, ready!? BEGIN!”

Wasting no time, you spring forward, using your quirk to give you a boost as you drew your arm back for an attack. Bakugou cocked his own right arm, setting off an explosion to get you to back off. You dodge, bringing your arm down and having light extend to the ground to push off and throw you up into the air. Maneuvering behind him you extend your leg, knocking an elongated beam of light into his back.

He let out a grunt, and without missing a beat turning and reaching to grab a hold of your ankle. You willed the light to wrap around your ankle, raising the heat in hopes of him letting go.

“Fuck!”

He still held on, despite any pain, throwing you over his shoulder onto the concrete. You caught yourself, landing in a crouched position. There wasn’t a clear way to beat him from a distance, nor was there a clear victory to beat him in close combat. The longer he continued, the more he’d sweat-the more his quirk would be fueled.

All you had to do was bring the heat, be fast, get him out of bounds. 

Bakugou stared straight into your eyes and saw how determined you were, the steely focus that left him feeling weird. As if he were hyper aware yet dazed at the same time; you were strong, there was no doubt in his mind that you could kick some ass, even if you had some doubt against yourself. 

However, no matter how large your smile was, how bright that stupid sparkle in your eye was after you won a match, he couldn’t afford to lose. He was angry; angry at people for thinking less of him, angry with people assuming he was all talk, angry with Icy Hot-acting as if Deku was more of a threat than he was. He needed to fight to prove himself, and he’d take down anyone in his way. Even if it was you. 

He threw an open palm towards you, a large exploding firing that you couldn’t dodge went straight towards your face. Thankfully you weren’t sent flying back, your quick thinking allowing you to extend your light as a brace to hold you steady at the impact, mentally thanking Todoroki for the move.

Since you were able to steady yourself, along with having the cover of the smoke, countering was a move Bakugou clearly didn’t expect as you lunged forward and landed a punch against his cheek.

“That was a solid hit little miss Hakamata delivered!”

The moment your fist connected you saw the look on his face; that glare and that feral grin of his as it spread across his lips.

“FUCKING DIE!”

His shout accompanied a larger, more forceful explosion, this time successfully knocking you back. You rolled along the ground, quickly picking yourself up as you sent multiple beams of light yourself to counter his explosions. They were hindering your aim, knocking into each other and effectively missing him. 

It was all too frustrating.

You thought of a way you could beat him, but to do so you’d be taking an even bigger risk than you did with Tokoyami. At least in that battle, you were pretty darn sure your light would do the trick. You tried a move, a calculated risk, and it all fell into place thankfully. This time however, you had one chance and if you screwed up; it’d be all over. 

If there was a way to maneuver him closer to the edge, you could rush at him with your light speed and hit him with a giant blast of light to knock him over the edge. 

All you needed to do was get him to step out of bounds, you could do this. 

Throughout your thinking, you had been countering Bakugou’s explosions, and vice versa with him flinging explosions your way to counteract your light. It was getting easier to see his power growing, the more sweat he was able to produce was giving him that boost. While in turn, your body only began to grow even warmer, uncomfortably so. You wanted nothing more than to rip off the new jacket you put on, to cool off in some way, but you were unable. 

This battle was going on for too long, and you couldn’t risk it continuing, so you slowly started to back away and put distance between you two. 

Bakugou didn’t seem to notice, so you hoped, as you made it far enough away to not be so close to the edge but just enough to give you a boost. You grunt, the heat feeling stronger as you let it course through you, glowing once more and rushing at the boy in front of you. 

When you were using your light speed, despite how fast you traveled, you were able to see just about everything around you. The contrast was weird, but it was one you were used to with practice. You were unable to grab or touch anything in this form, since you were practically light yourself, so to be able to get Bakugou out of the ring you had to quickly go back to your original state. 

Doing so, you only had a split second to see Bakugou’s eyes widen as you used your body to ram into his chest. You hear him gasp out, the force of you slamming into him causing the breath to escape from his lungs, as he was sent flying back. 

Your hands on his chest draw light, extending it to help you further, sending you both in opposite directions; instead of following him out of the ring, you fall backwards as he skids across the ground and flies through the air towards the ground.

‘This is it,’ you think to yourself, watching him fall. 

The smile on your face was immediately wiped away as you saw how Bakugou twisted in the air, arms pointed down towards the ground as he used his quirk to propel himself upwards. You try to stand, pushing away your dizzy spell as you try to send more light beams to get him off course and have him fall. 

It was no good. 

Katsuki used his quirk to rush you this time, just as you did him, and sent wave after wave of explosions your way while still in the air. Just like that it was over, the force of his quirk knocked you off, the heat only making your head spin as you fell onto the ground off the arena.

Your body was hot, it was aching, and you were trying to breath but found it difficult to do so-you reached your limit. Two big moves in one day was too much for you to handle, and you saw black in the corner of your eyes. 

The stadium was silent for a moment, Midnight’s voice being the last thing you heard before your eyes fluttered closed.

“Hakamata is out of bounds, Bakugou is the winner!”

[chiwoopsie]

ohh i know what you mean!! however there's nothing like the 10 minutes of pure happiness when i'm unboxing my kpop albums 😭

wow ok so first of all I think your opinions are definitely very much unpopular!!

re: hybe; i am somewhere in between you and the majority of this fandom like i hate hybe big time but i also don't think it's all that bad like it surely has some benefits to be a part of such big corporation, however renewal came as a surprise to me if i'm being honest but i guess it's another topic

re: hao's laugh; AAAA I 200% AGREE WITH YOU nothing like hao's giggles!!! heavenly sound

ok your questions!!! so no i have never seen them perform live unfortunately, but it is a big wish of mine <3 have you?

OK BUT PERFORMANCES I'D LIKE TO SEE LIVE!!!! i'd be good with anything if i'm honest but here's a few that come to mind

who - i just simply think it's their best choreo to this day (another unpopular opinion??) i would love to see it in front of me iykwim 🥴

un haeng il chi - i love it when hhu goes feral

light a flame - no explanation needed

habit - or any other vocal unit song !!

snap shoot - or any other freshteen song but this one is just the biggest serotonin boost for me!!!

ok i really don't think i have these uhhh great visions and inspirations and ideas of what a great/fun concert would be like, i'm easy to please all you need to do is sing/perform, so i'm good with whatever as long as they're there

anyways, the game i mentioned !! it's really nothing special but: put svt's discography on shuffle and write your first impression vs current opinion on the first five songs

- 💎

omg i really hope you get the chance to see svt live someday in the future!!! just for mentioning who, un haeng il chi and habit alone!! like your 5 song setlist is FIRE and i would pay to watch that in a heartbeat and it's basically 2017 caratland 👏😂👌 I did see them once during their an ode tour, it was my last concert i went to 😭 'twas a super fun time, i remember losing my mind when they did adore u and pretty u heh

OH YOUR GAME SOUND SUPER FUN IM EXCITED

1. 24H - not as good as their previous jpn releases but following up fallin flower is a steep task anyhow, definitely a new but not totally different side of svt though -> 24H choreo makes this song period. still ranks in the middle/bottom half of their jpn songs for me tho..

2. Chuck - omgggg what a funky lil fave from the l&l album! don't really get the whole 'thumbs up' choreo they had going for this one but whatever fits i guess haha -> very nostalgic now that i'm listening to it again. Chuck isn't really my style overall, albeit one of the top tracks from this album. It fits in with their whole energetic funky debut sound (rock, ah yeah and shining diamond comes to mind)

3. Back It Up - SIREN SIREN WEEWOO WEEWOO 🚨🚨 what a banger!! -> first impression still stands but i do hafta say that back it up doesnt rank suuper high within an ode, simply bc all the songs in an ode are 10/10 but if im in a mood, alexa play back it up! also i always forget that this is a hhu song lol

4. Home; Run - confused as to why the mv concept was a heist instead of a baseball game 😔 not to mention that the song has a lot of big band jazz in there and i wish they did a musical theater concept not unlike thanks-ish -> i really want to love this song more bc i think it's the perfect song for the theater kids of kpop but it still doesnt resonate with me for some reason :(( their james corden + mama performances were ironically the perfect stages imo and helped me appreciate it more

5. Good to Me - good first impression, fits with the season/you made my dawn concept -> hate to be a party pooper AGAIN but i dont really get how hyped some folks get about good to me lmaoo like it's fine?? and the choreo is secsi for sure but yea it's just okay...full disclosure that the ymmd albums are at the bottom of my svt albums list so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[kushielsmercy]

Bridles and Beatings

Cw: child abuse, rape, suicidal thoughts, Lambert’s questionable coping mechanisms. This one is dark. Read on A03

Lambert never really minded the beatings. Kaer Morhen may like to pretend that it chose its instructors for skill, but it didn’t take long to figure out that the jobs fell to whatever washed sons of bitches were too maimed or mad to be let out on The Path.

Some of the instructors tried to justify it. Like he was supposed to believe that broken ribs were in his best interest. Others just missed killing things and a mouthy kid who showed up too grown provided as good an excuse as any. Lambert liked them better. If you’re going to beat someone bloody at least don’t lie to yourself about why.

So yea, beatings he knew. He’d spout off until his jaw was too swollen to speak. He wasn’t too fussed one way or another if one day he pushed too far, better to spit in the eyes of the living than to cower before death. Besides, he’s always liked to know where the edges of things lie.

***

“Why is this one half-dead? It’d be a waste of mutagens sending it to the trial like that,” a mage with fire red hair asks as she inspects the boys next to be Grassed.

“No respect for authority, that one,” Varin defends.

“Well - either find another way to teach or kill him. I don’t much care which. But you won’t marr our success rate by sending one in that condition,” and damn, maybe if any of the instructors spent more time learning how to mimic that tone, Lambert would actually listen.

***

The respite lasts less than a week. And maybe he should have kept his mouth shut, but what Dugrilt was saying made no sense.

“It wasn’t cheating. Just because you were too thick skulled not to tell us we couldn’t use knives doesn’t mean I cheated. The fuck kind of training is that anyway? Oh, sorry Mr. Ghoul, I forgot I was supposed to roll over like a bitch in heat because signs weren’t in the training plan today. Surprised it took you so long to lose that hand, what with the soup you have for brai-”

A strong hand is suddenly hoisting Lambert by the throat. Dugrilt may have only had the one of them these days - but he was still a Witcher. And under all the bluster Lambert just a thirteen year old kid. It’s nothing for Dugrilt to walk Lambert across the training field and throw him into the stables.

“Idon, get over here and help,” Dugrilt snaps in the dim light, “get his hands behind his back - yea, like that - don’t let him run.”

And Lambert is starting to panic a little now, because this isn’t the pattern he knows. He’s always beaten out in the open - it makes an example of him and keeps the lashings from going too far. And trainees never get involved in the punishment of their own, those were the rules.

Dugrilt is back before long, and, what the fuck - is that a bridle?

Before Lambert can process a bit is being shoved in his mouth and straps tightened around his head. He yanks away from Idon with all his strength, but it’s a waste of energy. He’s no match for two men.

“You want to act like an animal?” Dugrilt hisses. “Fine, we’ll play it like that. See how you like being treated like one.”

He shoves Lambert into one of the stalls and locks the door.

***

Lambert passes the day standing ramrod straight, glaring daggers at any boy who comes to gawk. This may be a new game, and his breath is coming too fast, but this part he knows. Sure, maybe you won’t break if you bend, but eventually you’ll end up so curved that what’s the difference at all?

Day turns to night without any sign of Dugrilt. The bit prevents him from calling out, but he can’t be left here much longer. The other instructors won’t take kindly to him missing more classes just because Dugrilt wants to have a bit of fun.

It’s been hours since anyone was last in the stable and Lambert is ever so slowly letting the tension drop from his shoulders when he first hears the voices. Idon leads a group of Grassed boys to his stall, leaning against the top bars with a shit-eating grin.

“Well, look what we got here fellows. Seems like there’s a new horse that needs breaking in,” Idon drawls.

The bit is still pulling too hard at the corners of Lambert’s mouth for him to talk, but he’s had all day to figure out how to spit around the thing. He manages pretty well - more of it gets on Idon than on his chin.

Something dark flashes in the older boy's eyes. He doesn’t respond right away, but instead digs into his pockets. His hand lifts slowly; a key dangles off a single finger.

And Lambert’s lungs choose now to finish forgetting how to do their damn job. Because Dugrilt had that key. Which means Dugrilt had given them that key...and fuck...no, no, no this wasn’t in the rules.

“I think we can teach you a better use for that mouth, little horse.”

***

Turns out a cock can’t do much more damage than a fist, if you don’t think about it too hard. You wash off the blood, patch up your clothes, and...Lambert could do this. He could make this fit within the rules.

So when Idon slides up against him at breakfast the next morning and murmurs “Oats for breakfast, horsie?” Lambert just meets him dead in the eyes, let out a feral grin, and whinnies.

When they expect you to break - laugh. They never know what to do with that.

***

Years later, Lambert hands over newly earned coin for his first mount. She’s a beautiful chestnut mare with a sturdy frame that will carry him far. He runs his hand over her back in appreciation.

“Know what you’re going to name her?” the merchant asks, already counting his coin.

“Why’s she need a name? Nothing wrong with being a horse.”

***

And sure, telling Idon its name that winter doesn’t have quite the same effect since his corpse can’t open his eyes in disbelief.

But everything is fucked anyway, and at least the stable is only missing part of its roof, so he still guides Horse back to the third stall on the left. Because of course that made it intact. He swings down from her back and takes his time getting her settled in. His lungs need it, the smoke in the air is making them fill short and shallow.

Finally, he straightens. He’s needed to help bury the broken bodies.

[tabithahallows]

I'm bored so imma rant about my hp o.c and no one can stop me :)

Meet my salty snake child Val (aka, Valentine Lestrange) (aka Valentine Elladora Druella Lestrange) (aka that %100 that bitch) She is the star of an ongoing fic of mine beware of spoilers (TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of abuse and violence)

If the name didn't give it away, she's only child of them crazy mofos Bellatrix and Rodolphus

Yes I am aware that it's kind of an overdone trope but it's overdone cause it's awesome (also I made her when I was like 13 so shut up)

Lives with the Malfoy's cause her rents are rotting in a cell duh

When she was 8 Dumbledore randomly appeared in her garden and was like to wanna buy some drugs join my evil snake man killing and Chosen One protection team cause you're such a badass and she was like lol ye okay and it shapes the entire plot

It's a secret so Val has to act like a crazy sadistic blood purist but sike it's all an act. She just keeps up the appearance so one can guess she's actually just tryna protect Harry all the time cause plot and she's actually rlly good at it btw (all the fun of a villain while still being a good person)

Her besties are her shitty cus Draco, life long irritation Leah Lovat (o.c), sweetie angel child whom they all love and protect Olivia Benson (o.c), basic but charming ass kid Liam Highcourt (o.c) and Blaze Zambini yea you read that right I don't spell his name correctly it's a long story (cannon honestly written so ooc that it doesn't matter at this point)

They are all basically nuts. Just overdramatic twats with questionable upbringing's. They are all trash but you will love them. You have no choice

Val is a genius, like a for real prodigy type deal in both academics, magically ability and wit. Legit %89 percent of the stuff that comes out of her mouth is just sarcasm

She only wears black cause she's a melodramatic dumbass but would never admit it

She's also scary af. Has half the school traumatized within a week

Sinnamon roll™

What's shorter? Her or her patience? We will never know

Actually has morals and doesn't agree with her fams purist views

Has the best dynamic with Snapey Kins from a writers point of view. He knows that she's involved with Dumbledores Plan™ and before you freak there is NO romantic/sexual relationship between Val and Snape (it's legit just a slow burn friendship that neither of them wants to admit to)

Val and Snape openly hate each other's guts and can't be in the same immediate area without screaming at each other. He's petty and she's vindictive so shit hits the fan often and quickly. They're basically just as bad as each other when you really get down to it. Val pretty much tells Snape that he's a useless bitch (paraphrasing) on the first day of class and the rest is history

Everyone gets used to it super quick and just lets them go for it because it's not worth getting caught in the crossfire. Dumbledore finds it amusing but only for the first couple of years cause come one guys can you stop screaming we got shit to do

It's her job to protect Harry so can you imagine can you fucking fathom how stressful that shit is? cause the boy is always in trouble or some kind of danger and Val is just like BOI STAPH standing in the Quidditch stands hoping he don't die

Val and Snape slowly very slowly develop into having a seriously convoluted and overprotective friendship while still managing to hate each other so they would kill for one another but would also still kill each other. They do end up genuinely caring about one another an it's h e a r t b r e a k i n g

Yo I never said it was a healthy friendship we are dealing with two very fucked up individuals here in a high stress high stakes situation, my lads. I'm not trying to write the kind of friendship ppl should actually have (Val and Snape need so much therapy tbh)

Val's a badass that can handle anything and more but like she's also human so after while things get a lil you know

t r a m a t i c

She didn't have a fantastic childhood btw cause Lucius Malfoy is an abusive prick and Narcissa means well but needs to do so much better.

She will fight you anywhere anytime and she will win because she's kinda overpowered for a literal child but it fits my aesthetic so whatever

She's aroace (so no romantic plot involving her in sight) she just doesn't know for a while cause her life is a constant shit show

Has a proper upper-class aristocratic lady upbringing but still turned out to be a feral child

She is super short by the way literally doesn't hit 5'0 until she's like 14 (Blaze is in the same boat). Cause Snape is like 6'0 or something he can just pick her up and throw her if he wants but she starts fighting like a feral cat the second he touches her

She's really protective of her friends and her cousin and will kill you if you so much as look at them wrong. She knows they are trash but they are Her Trash™

She's actually a super lovable character and you will want to adopt her because she's amazing and no I will not accept hate because she is MY CHILD OKAY

There is so much angst going on oh my god Val never gets a fucking break cause life be like that sometimes

Okay that's it folks I swear it's so much better than it actually sounds or maybe it's not meh

@fandomssaremysoul @incorrect-pretending-to-hate

[tfortransformertiddy]

This is a very rough draft, but

:)

Ironside’s attempts at being a friendly, approachable guardian to the two wary, slightly socially inept, younglings that Prowl had found wandering the outskirts of Iacon was going about as well as Perceptor on the frontlines.

So naturally his affable smile and warm tone was met with two sets of judgemental optics.

“You’re creepy.”

Ironhide blinked, and narrowed his gaze at the little red youngling staring blandly up at him.

“Excuse me?”

“I said,” He repeated, this time exaggerating his words, “that you’re creepy.”

A moment of silence settled over the three, Cliffjumper snickering in the corner of the rec-room while Ironhide struggled to compose himself. He thought younglings were supposed to be sweet, not half feral, itching for a fight, and worst of all, /sarcastic/.

The yellow one shifted on his feet, struggling to conceal a smile as he tilted his head in a way that Ironhide swore meant he and his brother were (somehow) communicating.

Not that anyone in the room could sense any sort of comm. being opened.

“Why do you think I’m creepy?” Ironhide asked, gritting his teeth behind a forced smile.

The red youngling shrugged, “All adults are. But you’re especially creepy.”

His twin nodded in agreement, and tossed him an ugly sneer.

“Tough,” Ironhide grunted, steadying a hand against the floor as he pushed himself up from his knees. “I’m still looking after ya’.”

He was too old for this slag.

Black digits clenched, their owner looking indescribably indignant and angry for someone so little. The red youngling crossed his arms, his brother mirroring him, as they both levelled a caustic glare up at the Autobot.

“We can look after ourselves.”

“Yeah, well, Ratchet said you’re both malnourished. And unsocialised.”

Ironhide grunted.

”Don’t need no doctor to tell you that, though,” He added irritably.

Upon their ‘rescue’, one had swung at Prowl with a knife the second he came close- Ironhide suspected the yellow bitlet- while the other launched himself from a collapsed pile of debris. He had landed on Jazz’s head, hands wrapped around a shard of glass that he used, despite the ugly cuts that dragged across the palms of his hands because of it, to attempt to slice open the saboteurs throat.

They obviously hadn’t been raised right, or at all, and lacked any sort of basic social skills. Interaction with them was blunt and rudimentary; any attempt at conversation was met with a snarl and a vicious glower.

They had, however, been proficient at surviving. They lived long enough through a war, and whatever they had encountered through their travels.

Ironhide had never believed that surviving through desperate means meant living, though.

Medbays terrified them, they refused to be separated, talked in a strange language no one could translate, wouldn’t drink their rations around others, refused to tell any Autobot their designation, and were aggressive before they were any kind of civil.

So when Ratchet announced that they were spilt spark twins, a rarity between two mechs that even Prime hadn’t ever seen before, it finally added reason, other than the fact that they were quite literally out in the wild, for their flaky disposition.

Ironhide felt for them, and despite the rudeness and the caustic animosity they held towards him, they were still kids.

And so he stared down at them, watching their matching scowls grow deeper as the silence stretched on.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, shouldering past the solemn thought that he wasn’t cut out for any sort of slag like this.

“I’ll.. see if I can get someone else to look after you.”

The two exchanged a look, young processors whirring over the statement, before they turned their gaze back to him.

“If we gotta stay with anyone, we want the medic.”

Ironhide snorted, but their intense glares didn’t relent.

“The medbay?”

Red nodded.

“Thought you two didn’t like medbays.”

The youngling bristled, and jabbed a finger at him, “I’m sure if you were some freak with a half spark that had mechs poking around in your chamber just because they never seen something like it before, you’d hate them too.”

And just like that, Ironhide’s growing ire disappeared. His spark clenched, and he ignored the urge to reach his E.M field out to the little thing, who’s glare shouldn’t have been so etched into such a young face.

“Ya ain’t freaks,” He started, raging processor stuck between the thought of what demonic medics they’d come in contact with before, and the idea that the two thought that they were abnormalities just because their single spark had split into two.

It was a blessing, not a curse

“Yea’ we are,” The yellow one spoke up, still bristling with anger, “We can hear-“

He cut himself off, arms crossing childishly as he shrunk into a hunch, “You wouldn’t understand. Everyone thinks we’re-“ he stumbled on his words, but the red mech picked up where he couldn’t.

“-Irregularities that threaten normality,” He quoted hollowly, optics dull. “We were shunned for heresy.”

Whatever it was that had been stuck in a lull on his glossa finally fell flat, and a belated sort of misery took hold of Ironhide’s surprise.

He mused over the words sourly, wandering vaguely what torment the twins had been swept into before they were fueled to escape.

“People fear what they don’t know about,” Ironhide offered, “It ain’t heresy, kid. Nor is it a curse. They’re jealous because they’re ordinary, and you two are special.”

The rec-room, despite the idle chatter and the scrapes and clacks of armour being jostled, suddenly felt very empty. Blue optics bore into purple, and for the first time since the two had set foot inside the base, their glares melted.

[talesfromthefade]

Fenris & Cole (background Fenris x Hawke) || SFW || 1746 words

“You will NOT keep me from him," the white-haired elf growls, eyes wide, looking positively feral. “I did not travel this far to be turned away at the gates. You will let me in, or you will let me speak to the one who is denying my entry.”

“Ser, if you will simply consent to surrender your weapon…”

“I will not. I neither know nor trust any of you.”

“Our sources have reason to believe that an elf matching your description has been attacking slave caravans from here to Tevinter.”

“I am that elf. What about it? Has the Inquisition allied itself with Tevinter, then? This Herald of Andraste approves of slavery, does she,” the elf challenges with a skeptical look. He could end them, here and now, he’s fairly confident of it. They’ve underestimated him, but it would create more problems than it might solve. They are doing their jobs, infuriating as they may be.

“Hawke,” he repeats slowly as if the two guards he has been dealing with are simply particularly dim. “Garrett Hawke. He should have beaten me here by two weeks or so’s time. Yea tall mage with untidy black hair, beard, red stripe across the bridge of his nose,” he prompts trying to look for some kind-anykind-of recognition in their faces.

“Look how about a dwarf,” the elf tries again. “Varric Tethras? He’s one of yours, right? He’s the one that wrote asking for him to come here. Where is he, can I speak to him?”

“He’s away with the Inquisitor, Ser—“

“On a mission, you can’t talk about,” Fenris nods with an incredibly heavy and frustrated sigh. “Then I will wait,” he nods decisively, taking a seat against the cold nearby stone of the wall. If none of these guards know of Hawke then he will wait for a shift that does, or until Varric gets back to vouch for him. Hawke is probably out running around with their old friend and Orana anyway.

He becomes something of a fixture and spectacle for both the residents and the pilgrims arriving at Skyhold over the next week’s time. The broody elf waiting for his companion’s safe return. They continue to bar his entry any further than the main courtyard, preferring to be cautious while so many of their leaders and forces are away from the keep, but a rather strange and very quiet boy seems to have taken a shine to him, and brings him a blanket and regular meals.

“Afraid of magic. With good reason,” the boy concludes aloud to no one in particular when he takes a seat on the ground beside him. “Magic abused, used to hurt in the past. But his is different. He has always been different. Patient. Gentle for one so big. Always asks first, never harms those that don’t deserve it. Protects. Loves,” the boy smiles a little at this last word.

“How do you know that? What are you,” the elf demands suspiciously scooting a little farther away from him.

“You can see me,” he smiles wider still. “Because you are used to being or being among the unseen. As a slave. As an elf. But he sees you. He was the first to see, really see you in three years. Sees everything. How can he love me, when he sees everything,” he mumbles softly.

“His name is Cole,” a dark-skinned and well-dressed young woman offers with a nod in a smooth Orleasian accent. The diplomat for the Inquisition, come to check on him again. “He’s—well, unique,” she offers with a half-shrug, leaving another meal on the table they have set up beside where the elf has been keeping his vigil. “He can feel and read other’s memories.”

“Pain and fear are often the easiest,” Cole nods, as the woman takes her leave again. “You were harder to hear at first, your markings sing too, but you worry louder. Emotions, especially strong ones- they call out to me. And sometimes I help.”

“Help,” Fenris repeats eyeing him suspiciously.

“Sometimes I help them to remember other things, important things they have forgotten that will help them to heal. Sometimes I help them to forget.”

“You cannot have my memories,” the elf growls defensively. Maybe some of them are nightmares, but they are his, make him who he is. He is stronger for remembering them now, and after many years he’s finally moving past the worst and more toxic of his hate and bitterness, putting it to good use fighting to help free other would-be slaves. This mage, or demon, or whatever this boy truly is, he won’t let him take that away from him.

“No, you see me,” the boy repeats, as if Fenris is supposed to understand what that means. “I will not touch them. Not unless you ask,” he assures him.

“Then why are you here,” the elf demands bewildered.

“There are many ways to help. You are waiting,” Cole replies simply. “You do not have to wait alone.” The elf considers this for a moment, weighing whether or not to chase him off, before deciding he’s right. Strange though he is, Cole does indeed seem well-intentioned and harmless enough. He is better company than the busy guards who either glare at or are all too happy to ignore him. Fenris isn’t sure he entirely trusts him, but he cannot deny that he appreciates the distraction.

“You have been lonely too long,” Cole agrees, sharply drawing Fenris’ attention back to him as his mind plays the words over again in a distinctly different, deeper and familiar voice.

“Don’t do that. Don’t use his words. Please,” he adds a little softer, knowing whatever Cole is, he is only trying to help, and perhaps not entirely able to stop himself. He can’t hear Hawke’s words like that, doesn’t want to hear them in anyone else’s voice, but his lover’s. It’s too much like he’s gone. A possibility the elf doesn’t even want to begin entertaining. Varric and Orana are with him, he reminds himself, drawing a slow, steadying breath. Surely neither of them will allow any harm to come to him.

“I’m sorry,” Cole apologizes frowning a little. “I only want to help.”

“I know,” Fenris nods, and somehow he does.

His resolve begins to weaken a little, however, as the days go on. No one can or is willing to tell him where exactly the Inquisitor and her party are, or when they might expect them back, although they do assure him they’re now on their way back to Skyhold.

“You are hurting,” Cole assesses with a sad frown. “But you are afraid to ask for my help. Not just a fear of magic. You don’t want to become like those that hurt you. Don’t want to use others just for what they can give you. That you even worry or ask yourself such a thing is why you will never become them,” Cole smiles softly, shaking his head.

“I don’t want to forget anything,” Fenris replies firmly.

“No, you want to remember. I can help. If you let me.”

Fenris hesitates biting the inside of his cheek. “Alright,” he nods finally. “Please.”

Suddenly Fenris is flooded with memory in exquisitely vivid detail, the likes of which he has never experienced before. The cold stone behind him fades away as the memory of Hawke’s mansion in Kirkwall fills his senses. Soft cotton sheets spooled over his legs and about his lap, the warm, solid and comforting feel of Hawke’s chest pressed in against his back, strong arms encircling him as he holds the book they are reading from together. Soft flickers of candles and the crackling sounds from the fireplace. The sweet smell and taste of wine on his breath and light scent of the mage’s sweat, warm whispers of the elf’s name and of love caresses his ear, as intermittent kisses shower his cheek, his jaw, his neck, but not the least bit hurried, not seeking or pressuring him for anything more. Not yet. They have all the time in the world. They are alone, they two, and Fenris is safe. He is happy. Maker, he has never been so happy.

The memory slowly bleeds away into another. Sun beating down hot and bright over a field he recognizes as part of the Wounded Coast just outside of Kirkwall, the air a blend of wildflowers and the spray of salt from the sea, and a familiar form with rich auburn hair making her way through and trailing fingertips over the flora and tall grass as she collects her herbs. Large green eyes turn and meet his, as her face lights up in a brilliant and happy smile. Orana. Her happiness and peace as good and precious to him as his own. A piece of his past, probably the only good piece- the family he’d forgotten and never thought to find again.

This memory too fades, though only enough that the elf is aware of the fact he is actually far from the places he’s just brought to mind, the details still clear, more tangible, more vivid than they have ever been any time he’s thought to recall them before.

“Thank you, Cole,” he whispers softly, through watery eyes, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders. It’s not the same as actually having Hawke or his sister with him, but it will keep him company, sustain him until he can hold and be held by his lover, or until he can hug his sister once more.

“They would let you in if you told them,” Cole offers, looking rather perplexed as he studies him.

“I know,” Fenris nods.

“Not my secret to tell,” Cole reads from his thoughts. “Can’t close the hole in the sky, but I can protect her from this at least. Her past is hers, not theirs. Not unless she wants to share it.” Mmm, the white-haired elf hums in confirmation. “She is lucky to have you,” Cole smiles softly. “They both are.”

“No. I’m the lucky one,” Fenris replies softly with a frown. He’s never trusted luck. Always thought it was foolish to, but he hopes, just this once fate, chance, or some kind of higher power might take pity on him, might keep the ones he holds so dearly safe while they are away from him. Cheers erupting from the nearby walls abruptly draw him back from his thoughts. The Inquisitor and her party have returned!

[mercenarypark]

“ hotaliens said: WHEN U CAN talk about medic and his birds, red scout and blu scout mayhaps, ANDdddddddddddddddd what the mercs do on the weekend “ hey guys remember how i said i was gonna talk about hcs well let me finally get around to that hours late here we go

[Medic and Birds]

[these go for RED and BLU medic]

-Medic’s mother had a cockatoo, she absolutely ADORED him even when he was a baby, though ofc his mother made sure to monitor their interactions together; and even as an infant he always treated that bird with surprising gentleness, never pulling or prodding hard. that cockatoo never bit him harder than a warning nip, and she would somehow always know how to calm him down from a tantrum.

the bird died of illness right around the time the war started, and to this day he believes that somehow, those were connected. 

-medic stole his flock of doves[technically homing pigeons] from a wedding in England, not realizing that the catering van he’d stolen had an entire flock of birds and a makeshift aviary inside. the method with which he retrained them is,,,,,,, unconventional and spoiler-y for some things i have written but not published

-he holds full conversations with birds, often- not just his own, but birds in the trees, on the street, in pet stores and houses.

-the flock is mostly his homing pigeons from his stolen wedding flock, and their children; with a couple of fancy pigeons stolen from pigeon shows[because lord knows the poor things need some help, esp the ones who’ve been bred to fit a certain standard at the cost of their health and ability to function], and a few feral street pigeons he’s adopted

-the flock mostly refers to him as “papa”, “Vati” or “Opa”

-he speaks to them in German, Yiddish, and English- they understand all three

-he cries every single time an egg hatches. every time. sadly he cant let EVERY egg that they lay, hatch, because he’d never be able to care for them all, but the flock understands this and lets him remove eggs as he pleases, and in return he gives them all as much love and attention as he can

-medic’s office is his makeshift aviary, though he very rarely keeps them cooped in there- for the majority of the day they have free roam of the base. they all know where home is

-heavy, pyro, and scout all are allowed to play w/ medic’s birds whenever they want, heavy and pyro both have a key to medic’s office so they can get into the aviary without having to ask [scout WOULD have one but she’s notorious for losing keys]

-----

[RED Scout BLU Scout]

-for clarities sake, again, there are a lot of things i[and gabby+em]’ve written but not published that i dont want 2 spoil, and the reason that theres two of every merc is one of them; but i will say that yes, there are two versions of scout who mostly have the same backstory shit, but things differ when theyre hired as mercs

-[also, both scouts use she/her and occasionally they/them]

-both scouts have a long standing hatred for the other, and absolutely target each other on the battlefield

-this is at least a LITTLE BIT because of self loathing, IE “im gonna beat the shit out of the person who looks exactly like me”, though neither of them realize that

-RED scout is the one who comes to terms with the fact that she’s trans first and that just amplifies how much she HAAATES the BLU scout

-but RED scout is also the first of the two to go through character growth and become a genuinely better person, as she slowly comes out to her family and friends, finds support in her teammates, accidentally adopts medic as her unofficial dad, unlearns a lot of internalized bullshit,

-which infuriates BLU scout because suddenly RED scout doesnt seem to really care about fighting her anymore 

-and then BLU scout overhears one of RED mercs refer to RED scout w/ she/her pronouns and has a fucking crisis of confusion [but also validation]

-and after a lot of internal turmoil brought on by the UNBELIEVABLE Mental Fuckery that has got to come with realizing that the alternate version of yourself is openly trans while you’re still confused and closeted,

-BLU scout decides yea u know what. im trans and im not gonna hide it anymore, esp since apparently all the RED versions of my teammates are accepting so like, the BLUs should be too right???

-and they are

-BLU scout and BLU medic aren’t as close as RED scout + RED medic, for multiple reasons, but in both cases the scouts came out to the medics first [because, Hes Doctor] 

-after BLU scout starts going through her own Character Development[tm] and mellows out, both scouts are pretty chilled on the battlefield towards each other, even joking with each other about their teammates, nowhere near as violent and vicious as they were before

-most of the time that they DO fight its more casual and more like rough-housing, with bullets and also spiked baseball bats

-sorry this mostly turned into Gender Stuff hdfjghh but i took that prompt to mean “both scout’s relationships 2 the other” and the answer to that is, well, “fight” ----

[weekend]

[some of these are specific to the RED versions of everyone, sorry, though most are more general]

-demo is usually working one of his other jobs- piano gigs at fancy establishments, art commissions[hes a pretty fantastic painter, he prefers more abstract pieces and he has a very distinct style with a strong sense of movement and fluidity], and some volunteer work at the ol’ kitten orphanage [he’d work at the regular human orphanage next door, but, well. he’s got bad experiences with those. and hes scared of messing up around children]

basically even when hes technically off duty, hes still always working- its the degroot way, whether he likes it or not

but when he can relax, he usually spends as much time as he can with his parrot, keeping her entertained and socialized and happy; he also spends a lot of time in engies workspace watching him build and repair stuff while they drink together, with pyro playing whatever game they’re hyperfocused on at the moment, and, in the old days, he would spend a lot of time sneaking out to be with BLU soldier... Those days are gone in the times of WAR, of course

-engie, of course, is usually still working as well. honestly he doesnt even notice the fact that its the weekend half the time unless someone tells him, he’ll just keep pouring over blueprints and fine tuning designs. 

if you do pry him away from his work table long enough, though, he will crash on the nearest soft surface and sleep for 15 hours. rancho relaxo time motherfucker

-medic becomes a cryptid every goddamn weekend, unless you check one of four places: his bedroom, heavy’s bedroom, his office/aviary, and the morgue. you will not see him literally anywhere else. he is also only seen with at least 5-6 birds on his person at all times, as opposed to his usual 1 or 2.

he spends most of the time on the weekends being v overaffectionate with both his birds and heavy; and the rest of the time cutting open dead bodies in the morgue and injecting them with weird shit

-heavy spends a lot of time reading and writing on the weekends- editing older drafts of books he’s written, translating things to and from English to practice his skills with the language, and just, reading books he’s had recommended to him or old favorites. sometimes he reads out loud to medic while medic is busy with other things [IE he’s distracted by birds or corpses]

-spy? literally just this textpost by gabby.

http://thefrenchiestfrytisi.tumblr.com/post/161502800096/ok-before-i-go-to-sleep-though-this-image-from

 you dont need any more info than that. this is perfect. spy spends like 5 hours in the bath every saturday and 6 every sunday and its always like this

-pyro is the other cryptid at the base, no one can ever find them unless pyro WANTS to be found so they can show off a drawing they did, or a card trick they learned, or just so they can hang out w/ someone for a while

-scout is either playing Video Games[tm] from the moment she wakes up until she passes out, or she is outside jogging for 3 hours straight and then she impulse steals a golf cart, there is no middle ground here -every single saturday, soldier doesnt realize its the weekend, gets completely ready for battle, runs outside, and only sees the other soldier. and they just both fight each other for the next couple hours until someone gets them both to come inside. the rest of the weekend she’s “taming” her raccoons and planning for the next fight

-i dont care about sniper

[crazililwabbit]

Ghost Town - A Supernatural/Fallout Crossover Fic

Master list is here.

Chapter Three - A Long Walk

Castiel’s shoulder hurt, no matter how he shifted, there was no relieving the pain of laying on the cold, hard ground. With a heavy sigh he pushed himself up and opened his eyes. It was a little lighter than he remembered when he laid down, but the chill from the night still hung in the air. Looking around it was obvious that everyone was still asleep. Dean was snoring softly in the corner while everyone else was wrapped in the thin blankets the girls had provided. He counted the bodies, there was one missing. He craned his neck to see the rest of the room, and found her sitting in the doorway to outside, leaning against the frame. His legs ached as he pushed himself up, and quietly made his way over to her.

“I thought you took first shift,” he smiled down at her.

She looked up at him, startled. Her hands had clamped down on her rifle, and her finger was on the trigger.

“Whoa,” he held up his hands, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She relaxed, “sorry, I was lost in my own thoughts.” She set the gun back down, “I should‘ve heard you approaching.”

He slowly lowered himself to the ground next to her.

“You feeling better?” she winced in sympathy watching him struggle.

“Despite what it may seem,” he finally sat down, “yes.”

“Good,” she rested her cheek against the gun, “then it wasn’t a wasted stimpak.”

“Anything out there?” he looked out towards the other empty homes on the street.

“A ragstag and his doe came through about an hour ago,” she pointed towards the blue house across from them, “they left that way. Other than that, nothing. But I think the storm we got last night would’ve kept most of the critters and people out of the night air.”

The pair sat in silence as the sky slowly grew brighter.

“I should wake everyone up,” she sighed, “if we don’t get moving by sunrise, Bo will be angry. And trust me, you don’t want to start the day with her angry.”

Castiel stared at the girl, his face serious, “thank you.”

She paused in her adjustment to stand up, “what for?”

“Helping us,” he rubbed his arm where she had injected him, “helping me.”

“This place is a real shit hole, and it’s hard for seasoned veterans of the wasteland to get by,” she patted him on the shoulder, “if we don’t do everything we can to make it better, then who will?”

“Still, you didn’t have to help us,” he watched her stand up.

“Yes I did,” her face grew serious, “you will probably never know why, but just know that I did have to help you.”

He nodded.

“Time to get up!” she hollered as she kicked Ellie’s boots, “gotta get up and moving, so we can make it back to civilization today!”

Ellie groaned, “just five more minutes, please!”

Dean jerked awake, “I’m here!” he looked around, “I’m awake!”

“Shut up, Dean,” Sam rubbed his neck as he sat up slowly.

Bo groaned, but sat up, “she’s right,” she twisted her back, warming up her muscles. “If we don’t want to have to camp out again tonight, we need to get movin’ asap.”

“I’ll go take down the parameter for you Ellie,” Lou slung her rifle over her back.

“Thanks Lou!” the sleepy girl grinned, “I’ll carry those land mines for you as payment.”

“I will take you up on that!” Lou grinned before ducking out of the doorway.

“So, how far are we walking today?” Dean stretched his arms into the air.

“Oh, no…” Bo shook her head, “I told you yesterday, it was only for one night!” She finished pulling on her boots.

“Oh, c’mon Bo!” Ellie whined, “they were helpful last night, and look at them!” she waved a hand in the air, “they won’t make it to Arlington, let alone anywhere they will be safe!”

Bo glared at Ellie, “I swear to GOD, if one of them causes any trouble, I am holding YOU and LOU personally responsible!”

“Quit yelling in there!” they heard Lou’s muffled voice from outside.

“Shut up!” Bo stuffed her blanket into her bag and pushed herself up from the floor. Dean’s eyes widened as she crossed the room and stopped in front of him, “I assume Lou gave you a gun.”

He nodded.

“Do you know how to use it?” her jaw tightened.

He nodded again.

“When I say get down, you get down,” she leaned into his face, “when I say shut up, you shut up.”

He nodded again.

“That goes for all of you,” she swung back around looking at Castiel and Sam.

“Bo calm down, you are going to rattle them so bad they’ll become a liability,” Lou stuck her head in through the doorway, “now, if you’re all done alerting everything within a half mile radius that we’re here, we’re ready to head out.”

Bo slung her bag over her back and stuck her chin out before turning around and stomping out of the house.

They all gathered on the small carport as the girls all adjusted their gear.

“Here,” Dean held out a hand, “I can carry that duffle for you.”

Lou looked up from where she had been wrapping up a large bundle in waterproof fabric, “oh, are you sure?” she smiled.

“Yea,” he returned her smile.

“Alright,” she stood up and slung the wrapped bundle onto her back, next to her rifle. “We have to show Bo how useful you can be, right?” she winked at him.

“I’ll carry the leftover meat,” Sam slung the pack from the night before over his shoulder.

“I can help too,” Castiel offered.

“No, I think you would do better to just keep working on getting better,” Ellie smiled and handed him a small pistol, “but you can take this, and help fight of any baddies.”

Castiel smiled, “thank you.”

“Alright, molerats, let’s head out of here,” Bo slipped on her black aviators, “I want to sleep in my own bed tonight.”

“So,” Dean whispered to Lou, “how far are we going today?”

“Um,” she clicked her tongue a few times, “from what I am guessing, at least sixteen miles.”

“Sixteen miles!?” Dean’s voice raised in pitch.

“That’s not too bad,” Sam smiled.

The group crouched up against the wall; Bo in front, followed by Ellie and Sam, Dean right behind them, and Lou with Castiel taking up the rear. Bo motioned for them to all stay low as she peeked around the edge of the boarded up house.

“Why are we moving so slow?” Castiel asked Lou.

“This area is known for feral ghouls, and if we can avoid them it’s better than trying to fight our way through them,” she replied, keeping an eye on Bo.

Bo waved them on to the next building. The group moved in this manner from building to building along what was obviously a once prosperous residential area.

After about twenty minutes of the intense shuffling from one building to another, Bo motioned for them to sit down and pulled out a canteen.

“Here,” Ellie said quietly as she handed Sam her own bottle of water.

“Thank you,” he nodded and gave her a small smile.

“I have an extra one you two can share,” Lou handed a full canteen to Castiel and glanced at Dean, “we are almost out of ghoul territory.”

“What is a ghoul, exactly?” Dean accepted the canteen from Castiel and swallowed a mouthful himself.

“That is a long story,” Lou tucked her own canteen away, “I will tell you later.”

“Alright, let’s get going,” Bo whispered, “once we get to Diamond City we can stop long enough for food.”

The group stood back up and worked their way down the final street of the residential area. Bo leaned around the corner of the second to the last building, but quickly jerked back, her back pressed firmly into the wall. She looked at Lou, her eyes wide.

Holding her right hand up, Lou motioned across the street once and then in the direction they were headed.

Bo glanced at the others in their party and shook her head. Holding up her right hand, Bo made an L shape motioned across the street once, down the street in the direction they were going twice and then pointed her thumb up. Bringing her hand down, her open palm facing the ground she motioned in a circle and then pointed to the ground.

Lou nodded before quickly making her way across the street and behind the buildings on the other side.

“What is going on?” Dean leaned in and asked Ellie.

Ellie pressed her finger to her lips, “there is something over there and Bo sent Lou to take care of it. Whatever it is, it is too close for us to sneak past, and we should be ready for it to come around the side of the building.” She let her assault rifle fall from her shoulder and held it ready.

It was quiet, so quiet that when the crack was heard overhead it startled all of them.

Bo held her hand out, five fingers up.

There was a second crack.

Four fingers.

A third crack.

Three fingers.

A fourth crack.

Bo held her rifle up and began to back away from the edge of the building.

The gurgling moan that came from the thing that stumbled out from between the two houses was unnerving. The shriveled humanoid was lumbering towards them, it’s mouth hanging open and an arm missing. It seemed to lock onto Ellie as it launched itself towards her at unbelievable speed, plowing her into the ground.

“Z… z… zombie!” Dean yelled as he held up his pistol.

There was a bang from Bo’s rifle as she shot at another one coming around the corner of the building. “Shoot it!” Bo yelled as she rounded the corner, standing between the two buildings and fired off two more shots.

A fifth crack resounded through the air as the head of the monster on top of Ellie exploded.

“Dean!” Castiel shouted as a third one pushed past Bo and ran towards the brothers.

Dean fired twice at the approaching threat, removing one of it’s legs. The thing tumbled to the ground, continuing to reach for Dean and Sam.

“Ugh, what are these things?” Sam frowned as he fired two shots into it’s head.

“Ghouls,” Bo sighed heavily as she pulled Ellie to her feet. “I don’t see any  more, but we need to wait quietly until Lou comes back to be sure.

The group returned to standing against the building, waiting. Only two more of the loud cracks were heard followed by a length of tense silence before they saw Lou emerge from behind one of the buildings and cross the street towards them.

“That’s all of them,” she smiled at Bo, “from what I could tell we are actually clear for a while, until we get to the city at least.”

“Good,” Bo’s shoulders relaxed and a small smile appeared on her lips, “good.”

“Alright, so,” Dean kicked the lifeless body of the withered green thing. “Now you get to tell us what the hell these things are exactly. Zombies, right? I vote zombies.”

“Not exactly,” Ellie slung her gun back over her shoulder, “zombies are humans who’ve died, and come back right? I read about them once when I was little in a Grognak comic book.”

“So, these things aren’t zombies?” Dean looked back at the corpses.

“No, they are humans that have been affected by the radiation that can be found in various areas around the wasteland. Their brains rot, leading to madness, and they try to kill anything that moves,” Ellie leaned over and turned the body at Dean’s feet over.

“They look like monsters,” Dean’s face scrunched up.

“They are not monsters,” Lou’s voice was serious, “they are victims, they should have our pity.”

Silence fell over the group.

“Alright,” Bo turned around, “we are only a couple of hours away from Diamond City, and I am hungry, so let’s get going.”

“Welcome to the biggest piece of civilization in the Commonwealth,” Ellie spread her arms out wide, “Diamond City.”

“Wait,” Dean frowned, looking at the statue in front of them, “this is Fenway Park.”

“As in,” Sam smiled, “the Boston Red Socks?”

“Isn’t Old Cronin always going on about the Boston Red Socks?” Lou raised her eyebrows.

“Yea, they played baseball, right?” Ellie looked at Bo.

“Oh man, I have always thought baseball sounded like fun,” Bo grinned, “meeting a whole other team of people, and seeing who can beat the other team to death first, sounds like my kind of game.” She raised her arms and mimicked swinging an invisible bat.

“What?!” Dean looked at the three girls in disbelief, “that isn’t baseball at all!”

“Sure it is!” Bo nodded her head excitedly, “they used baseball bats, and the best ones were called Swatters, Cronin sells some in the marketplace.”

“I’ve never bought one,” Lou sighed, “feels like you would just need to get too close to use one for my comfort.”

“Oh man,” Bo’s eyes were full of fire, “there is nothing like the feeling of bashing in the skull of something that was trying to kill you.”

“Oh my god,” Dean eyes were wide.

Sam snickered.

“I am confused,” Castiel frowned, “I thought I understood baseball, but I don’t remember anyone being beat to death.”

“Let’s just,” Dean began walking towards the stadium, “let’s just get inside so we can eat, please.”

The group walked through the entrance and only paused briefly for Dean to chuckle at the guards in their umpire gear.

“This is…” Sam paused and looked at the small town that had been built into the stands and through the field of the stadium, “amazing.”

“What is?” Ellie stopped and looked down at the buildings.

“All of these people, crammed in here,” Sam motioned to stands and the marketplace below, “people are trying to survive, despite everything going on out there.”

“I guess so,” Ellie watched the rest of the group descend the stairs, “but don’t let all the flashy buildings and propaganda pull you in, this isn’t a good place.”

“Oh,”he tensed up, looking around nervously.

“No,” she smiled, “not like that.”

“Oh,” he relaxed.

“It’s just not a good place to live,” her face was downcast. “But,” she perked up, “it is the best place to get lunch!”

“Get your free copy of the newest issue of Publick Occurrences here!” the girl called out as the group passed. “Get it before we run out!”

“Hey Nat!” Ellie smiled at the girl, “long time no see!”

“Elenore!” the girl hopped down from her wooden box and hugged her, “it has been too long! Why don’t you come back to visit more often?”

“Oh, you know,” Ellie wrapped her arms around the girl, “life gets busy.”

“Yea, yea,” the girl pulled away and held out a copy of the small paper she had been handing out. “Here, take a copy.”

“What’s going on in the Commonwealth that we need to know about?” She took the paper and glanced it over.

“Some Super Mutants have moved in just outside of the patrol zone,” Nat flipped the first page over, “the Mayor is looking for someone to take them out. We have already lost several security troops trying to clear them out.”

“What are Super Mutants?” Sam glanced at the paper over Ellie’s shoulder.

“Monsters,” Nat looked at Sam, her eyes focused on the bright blue jumpsuit. “What are you wearing?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Ellie grinned at Nat and pushed Sam forward, “we need to catch up with the others. Thanks for the paper, Nat!” She waved as she pushed Sam towards the marketplace.

“What...?” Sam craned his head around to wave at the girl who just stared as they walked away. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t want too much attention from them, they will make a story out of just about anything,” she continued to push him forward. “They are nice people, just always itching for a new story.”

“Oh,” Sam leaned forward, “you can stop now, I‘m capable of walking for myself.”

Ellie chuckled, “sorry.”

The pair approached the outdoor seating for the small noodle shop where the others had found places to sit.

“I promise,” Lou was whispering excitedly to Dean and Cas, “this will be the best thing you’ve ever eaten!”

“Hey, Takahashi!” Bo waved an arm in the air, “over here!”

The tall robot slowly with a chef’s hat perched on top made it’s way over to where they had sat down.

“What,” Dean leaned back on his stool, “what is that?”

“What do you mean, ‘what is that?’?” Bo scrunched her face at him, “don’t tell me you have never seen a Protectron.”

“You know,” Ellie rested her finger on her chin, “they wouldn’t have seen most of the tech that we have now that I think about it…”

“What do you mean?” Bo turned in her seat to look at the pair that was standing behind them.

“Well, Sam and I figured out yesterday that they’re from almost 272 years ago!” Ellie nodded, “and given that most of the advancements in any field filled with technology, such as robotics, medical, military, and even just home technology didn’t start taking off until about 2037 with the first release of household robots, it would make sense that they haven’t seen… well, most of the tech that was released to the public after when they were placed in the vault,” she inhaled deeply, a huge grin on her face.

“My god,” Bo just gaped at the other girl, “you are a HUGE nerd.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Dean threw his arms in the air, “what did you say about 275 years ago?”

“We were cryogenically frozen,” Sam sat down next to Dean, “and left there for 271 years. Which is rather fascinating in itself, as I have never heard of a case of successful cryo-freezing.”

“You sound like a huge nerd too,” Bo turned back around in her chair.

“Oh, he is,” Dean slouched on the counter.

The robot finally arrived in front of the group. “Nan-ni shimasho-ka?" the robot stood in front of them.

“I would love one,” Bo pulled a metal tin from her bag and counted out twenty of the old, crushed bottle caps.

The robot collected the caps before placing a bowl filled with hot noodles and broth on the counter in front of her.

“Us too, Takahashi!” Ellie waved her arm in the air.

“Nan-ni shimasho-ka?" the robot turned towards them.

“Two please!” Ellie placed a whole bag of caps on the counter.

Again, the robot collected the caps and placed two bowls of noodles on the counter.

Ellie slid one to Sam, “here you go, enjoy!”

“Three please, Takahashi,” Lou pushed the pile of caps she had counted out previously over the counter to the robot.

“Nan-ni shimasho-ka?" the robot slowly collected them.

“Thank you,” Lou smiled and waited for the bowls to be presented before sliding one to both Cas and Dean. “Eat up!” she smiled.

Dean smelled the hot broth, “this smells familiar.”

“Oh, it’s sooo goood!” Bo closed her eyes as she ate her noodles.

“It’s like ramen…” Sam smiled as he finished his first bite.

“Ramen?” Castiel raised an eyebrow.

“Yea, like, instant noodles,” Sam took another bite.

The robot turned and began to walk off, the gears inside his torso whirring.

“Oh my god,” Dean swallowed his first bite, “this is delicious.”

“Power noodles are the best thing you can buy fresh in the whole commonwealth,” Ellie nodded in agreement.

Dean’s face was buried in his bowl as he gulped down the broth and noodles. Dropping the bowl to the counter he gasped for breath.

“Can I…” he looked at Lou, “can I have another one?”

Lou laughed, “sure.” She pulled her own tin from her bag, “Takahashi!”

The robot turned to face them.

“One more, please,” Lou placed the caps on the counter, “we have a long walk still.”

[hyttesanger]

II

Upon regaining consciousness, Mijoo feels surreal.

Is that my ceiling? That abstract, soggy, yellowish spots looks familiar... Her limbs hurt, her whole body feels like one giant wound. There's something cold and hard pressed against one of her cheeks. Everything is blur, mixed with hazy fragments of memory from last night; sledgehammer hand struck her, she was sent flying across the stage, shadow of a woman mouthing something intangible... "Oh. She's awake." Mijoo jolts upright as soon as Soojung's face comes to her vision, clear and real and only few inches apart from hers. They collide hard, ice pack flies down Mijoo's cheek, the smaller woman falls off the edge of the bed, both scream in pain. "Fucking fuck do you really like to smack or throw something at people's head when they're sleeping?" Mijoo screams, rubbing the blue skin around her left eye which has bloated badly. "It's you who got up without warning!" Well, Sooujung certainly has a point here. "Hold on. Why are you even here?" She gives a quick once over, and yep, this is her house; a large room functioning as both bedroom and living space. Mijoo doesn't have actual kitchen, the stove, small fridge, and various cooking utensils are all dumped in wooden table which looks ready to collapse any time. Couch, stools made from wood and plastic materials, the furnitures aren't matching with one another, like they were picked from different wasteyards. Her entire place smells like combination of nicotine and whatever dinner Mijoo had yesterday thanks to jammed windows. The roof is leaking badly especially in rainy season, hence stains all over drywall. To sum up, it's not a property one would proudly show to their guests. Why would a rich woman give a visit to this kind of place? Before Soojung ever has chance to open her mouth, a guy who's been half asleep the whole time on a ratty single couch placed right in the middle of the room - introduced himself as Son Hyunwoo last night - already beats her to it. "She showed up when we're about to drag your ass off the stage and insisted she wanted to come with us. Friend of yours, she said..." "Oh right, Hyunwoo-ah! The match! Did I—" "Yea. I hate to be one who always announce bad news.." He says while yawning. "But I think we would have to stick to being vegetarian again this week." "Shit! I was so close to get a million with my record last night!" Mijoo wails, punching the wall beside her in frustration, then belatedly realizes her forearm is also injured. Soojung watches in amusement as she yells another cuss and Hyunwoo mumbles something that closely sounds like idiot child. "It's okay I was just kidding about the vegan part, Hyunseung hyung and I managed to secure enough for us to endure." Hyunwoo waves his hand calmly to dismiss the worry sprawled on his friend's feature. He gets up lazily from the couch that is too tiny for her huge built. "Now if you would excuse me, I have part time job awaits and I kinda not want to disturb you and your.. Uh.. Friend." It is when Hyunwoo makes his way towards the door they catch the sight of three other heads peeking behind the decayed, unpolished plywood; one is male and the other is female with shoulder length, jet black hair. They are people who were with Mijoo last night. Comes another voice from the third person behind them, the woman is first to turn around. Both Mijoo and Soojung cannot quite make out the conversation, but it sounds pretty much like someone inquiring something regarding last night and that woman replies with playful scandalous tone, "... she ran up to the stage right away even before us and tried to take her to hospital! Oh if only you'd been there to witness.. It's like a nauseating tearful scene from romance drama..." "Yah Yoon Bora quit spreading non-sense, you rotten bitch!" Mijoo barks from her bed, and the not-so-discreet giggling breaks into crass laughter. "Lee Mijoo has a suitor!" Now Yoon Bora shouts deliberately loud, followed by racket of people cackling and shuffling about narrow corridor of the flat, right behind the door. Mijoo is so resigned that by this noon everyone in the whole neighborhood will hear the news she has a suitor. "I'm sorry my friends are bunch of looneys. Don't mind what they say." She huffs. The ruckus has finally quieten down. Mijoo flounders into proper sitting position, re-adjusting pillows and cotton blanket so there's space for Soojung to be seated. The bed itself is rather big, enough for two people to occupy. "But, uh, is that true? You tried to take me to hospital last night?" Soojung only gives quick embarrassed nod. She reaches out to get the ice pack from the floor and passes it to Mijoo before plops down the bed as well. Legs crossed in polite manner, healthy amount of distance between them. "We don't go there, they will ask hundreds questions. That Bora might look like campus delinquent but she's aspiring medical assistant, so she's in charge of our... Health. But hey, thanks for the thought." "I got to see her in action last night. She's cool." Soojung comments awkwardly. "So, that was who you are? An underground fighter?" She tilts her head to steal a glance at the taller woman. "Yep. A good one!" Hint of narcissism is in Mijoo's voice. "Last night wouldn't turn that way had your pretty face never showed up in the crowds out of nowhere." "Huh? What did my face do with you losing?" The short haired woman scoffs. "All I've done was just stood in the audience." "And why would a high-class, refined lady like you come to such dirty place?" "What if I might or might not be..." She trails off, as though searching for the right words. Something that isn't I like you, I fucking like so much I've gone crazy thinking about you. "Taking a slight interest in you?" Unexpectedly, Mijoo stiffens at that. "So that's why you came to the park the other day? It wasn't coincidence but you were doing like... A survey about me?" "Wait— What?" "You don't need to lie." Mijoo snaps, unawarely scooting away from the short haired woman. "I know this game of you uptown people who fancy venturing into slightly darker side than merely placing your money on betting table, have seen the like of you coming and inspecting us one by one like giggly kids in pet store. But we are no fluffy puppies nor circus lions, we are feral beast. And I absolutely despise the idea of being some sponsors' girltoy!" "I have no idea about this idea you're talking about, honestly." "Then what do you mean with 'interested in you'?" "Just exactly as I said, you dense." Soojung chuckles the whole time where Mijoo's expression morphing subsequently from deep scowl, to utterly befuddled, then flushed pink as it slowly dawning to her. "You... Have a crush on me? Like, want us to date seriously? Candle-lit dinner, movie night, theme park, cheesy stuffs like those?" "You can say so. Though I ain't so sure if I want to date you. Yet." "No shit. Why me? I mean.. We have quite a discrepancy in social status here, which was the reason I didn't openly hit on you the other day." Mijoo asks bluntly, and gets another soft laugh in response. It sounds really nice. Maybe she's beginning to take a liking of it more than she should. "Don't ask, I don't know how this chemical things in my heart works." Soojung says, shaking her head. "But I know I don't care about status when it comes to choosing friends or girlfriend." "Still, one important thing you have to know, I am so not gonna throw any money supporting you to do such extreme thing." She continues, suddenly back to her stern self. "If anything, I'd love to see you quit. It's dangerous, you could be killed, or being arrested.. Have you never heard police are after underground fighting lately? So many risks and it's not worth fighting for." "Probably not for you. But this is the only thing I've been doing my whole life." Mijoo says, sounding frustrated. "I dunno what am I gonna do without underground fighting. Though admittedly I'm tired and want a change in life. " "Find normal job." Mijoo makes a ridiculous face at the suggestion. "Listen, I didn't even go to high school. Which company would hire me?" They go silent, Soojung gnaws at her lips, looking like she's thinking hard. "Alright." She begins again, clapping her hands one time. "Since it's a little more complicated than what I've thought, guess we need to take few detours here. First, you have to sign up for GED programs to earn certificate equivalent to secondary education." "I'm half-fifty and you want me to go to school again?" The blonde rolls her eyes. "Yah. It's never too late for study. There's people over thirty years old still going to college. You only fail when you stop trying, so don't give up." Those caring nags... Soojung reminds Mijoo of an imaginary mother she often daydreamed to have during her childhood. Though she didn't conjure up her mom would look this marshmallow-soft and squishy and sugary. "Hey. Do you perhaps have any career in mind that you'd like to pursue?" "Astronaut!" Mijoo shouts, both hands raised to heaven. A distressed look paints itself across Soojung's face, like silently screaming are you half-fifty or actual five? "Okay, sorry, I'm just joking. No, I never really give it a thought." "Think about it from now on." Soojung pats her shoulder lightly then stands up, getting ready to go home. "I suddenly remember one place which have opening, they may want to hire you. So prepare your resume, something decent to wear, and come with me once that golf-ball-sized swell on your eye get fixed." ——————— Nothing like Mijoo had expected before, on the next several days they are back to the park where they had met for the first time - at the burger stall, to be exact. Soojung’s small hand slaps the back of her neck, pushing her to do ninety-degrees bow to a woman in her early 40s, most likely the owner or manager in charge of that store. "This is my friend who wants to work here. Her name is Lee Mijoo, she's twenty five this year." Mijoo's eyes instantly widen upon hearing what Soojung just said. She steers themselves away from the burger lady before whispering, "You know that I can't fucking cook anything without causing casualties, don't you?" "Ha. I knew it." Soojung snatches a manila folder from Mijoo's hand, containing the woman's resume she had told to prepare before. "But don't worry, I didn't apply you for that position." At first, burger lady hands Mijoo pairs of brown, fluffy paw gloves and shoes. Then a piece of furry jumpsuit in same colour, with huge burger picture embroidered on its chest part. Then bear-head-shaped mask. "Repeat after me. Welcome to Burger Bear! Rawr!" Mijoo, now in the jumpsuit but without the mask, does as instructed, eyes shooting daggers towards Soojung, who's watching them beside the burger lady with lips pressed hard, holding in big laughter. "You sounded like a bear who hasn't eat for three days!" The middle-aged woman scolds. "Let's try again, more energetic please!" ——————— "I'm going to maul you, disassemble your limbs, and feed your flesh to real bears in the zoo. See if I don't." "Hm. This will do for awhile." Seated neatly on a chair in the dressing room, Soojung attentively reads the employment contract paper like a smart financial expert she is, ignoring huge bear in front her cursing and roaring childish threats. "If anything goes according to my plan, in half a year you would be able to rent a better place, eat regularly three times a day, and have small savings. From there we will decide whether you want to get your GED and learn new skills in any field of your choice. Or continue being professional mascot." "I can't believe I'm really doing this shit." Mijoo takes off the heavy mask and gloves, then dumps everything to the floor. She takes crushed white and red box from the front pocket of her backpack, pulling a cigarette out of it. Just right when she's about to light it, Soojung quickly seizes the stick from her fingers. "Do you know that by quitting smoking you can save up to 25,000 or 30,000 weekly, which means significantly lesser time for you to reach the goal I've planned, which means you can wriggle out of this bear costume sooner?" "There's no way for me to just abruptly stop like this! Normally people take it slow and reduce the consumption per day little by little, y'know?" "If you feel like smoking, just do this." Soojung promptly leans closer, and for a split second, Mijoo has thought she would slap her, or do any sort of savage acts - Mijoo has always been thinking this woman got somewhat evil traits hidden inside her deceptively tiny figure afterall. What she's never expected is Soojung would kiss her. It doesn't last long. Soft, wet lips presses lightly against her chapped ones for barely a second, yet enough to make Mijoo feels like her heart has jumped to her throat. When Soojung pulls away, she almost chases her lips out of reflex. "Fine. Square deal." The tall woman breaths out, still feeling dizzy. "But what if I feel the urge to smoke and you're not around?" "Wait until we meet, and you can kiss me as much as how many times you have wanted to smoke." Soojung replies without hesitation. "You're crazy." "I have one other request." Mijoo stares directly at Soojung's eyes, waiting to get more scold, their faces still only few inches apart. "I want to hear you say rawr again. It's cute." In one, two, three seconds, Soojung lets out distorted cackles instead of her signature shy giggle, leaping off the dressing room. Mijoo bear hot on her tail, before tripped over her own stupid, oversized shoes and falls head first. "Fuck you Lee Soojung I'mma murder you!" ——————— At the afternoon on the first day Mijoo working for Burger Bear, Soojung has received at least twenty messages, the contents ranging from impolite letter of complaints, curses, and the last one she just receives five minutes ago in the middle of yet another meeting, picture of a certain bear holding up its middle finger. 'If you get fired for slacking, I have another job interview ready for you.' Soojung sends the reply along with an image of job vacancy ads as mascot in popular fast-food chain serving fried chicken. Thin smile tugs up the corner of her mouth, but Soojung holds in, for the sake of reputation she got to uphold. Not long after, her phone vibrates again with another message - that bear's now holding up finger heart sign. Soojung sets it as her phone wallpaper, smile’s involuntarily getting wider. ——————— "I have never seen you smile before." For the first time in their entire respective career, Soojung's secretary makes a comment that isn't related to work at all. "You have a pair of very beautiful dimples." Soojung blinks at the other woman in genuine astonishment. "Oh— I apologize for being rude, Ma'am." The secretary bows very low, afraid of making eye contact with her boss. "It's just, you looked really happy." "It's okay. And thank you." Soojung says, tone non-chalant. "Was those messages from..." "Miss Han, where's the paper you said need to be signed again?" ——————— Soojung gets a special delivery on the second day of Mijoo working for Burger Bear. The delivery boy who comes to hand over two sets of burger Soojung never ordered looks very much terrorized after 30-floor ride up to the manager's lavish office, trying so hard not to touch any single thing he knows he would never be able to afford with his earnings for a lifetime. There is a note sticked onto the box, handwriting on it surprisingly clean. 'The first double cheeseburger is regular one, made by our chef. The second is made by me. Choose which one you like! <3' It doesn't require Soojung to actually think to guess which is which. Mijoo's burger is wrapped carelessly and its patty slightly burnt. "Can I ask you a favor?" "Ye— Yes, sure." The delivery boy reflexively straightens his back in similar fashion of a low-ranked soldier receiving call from their superior. "On your way back, please drop by a bookstore and get a book titled 'How to Grill Burger for Dummies', then hand it to Lee Mijoo." Soojung fishes her wallet out of desk drawer. "Here's the money, and tip for you." He flies out of the office in lightspeed, partially wants to leave as soon as possible and another part wants to scream in exultant rejoice because he just got a tip as much as his weekly wage. (Later, Soojung gives the regular burger to her secretary and eats the burnt one heartily. Only love could tolerate such awful taste like that.) ——————— Despite her infinite protests in all sorts of form, Mijoo actually does enjoy her work. Soojung learns it after a week when Mijoo starts sending photos of herself and people she serves in the park, mostly little kids. There's even short clip of her dancing with them - this one nearly causes Soojung bursting with squeal during her inspection visit to a hotel branch in Busan. Soojung replies with 'Stop sending stupid pics ffs you're not getting paid to send messages! >:( ' It's contrasting the jovial expression she's struggling to hide behind stack of financial report documents.   Within an hour, the amount of messages sent to her has increased twofold. Her bear apparently doesn't know how to shut up. But this bear surely does know how adorable she is in the clip she'd sent just now; playing chase with four kids, stumbling onto the grass and letting all of them to pile over her giant body. Soojung excuses herself to go to bathroom. For laughing, you know. ——————— 'I dyed my hair black.'That single message without picture attached leads Soojung to ditch work before 5 PM and go straight to Burger Bear. Which she belatedly regrets, because, fuck. Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck— dark haired Mijoo is hot. The badly ventilated dressing room is hot. Everything's hellish hot especially after the younger woman comes out of the shower stall with sport bra and spandex short, droplets of water pooling on her collarbones before trickling down her upper chest. How could she easily switch from yesterday's fool bear to irresistably hot lady now?

Aside from the defined clavicles and wide shoulders, she also has ripped abs - Soojung just gets a good look at this today. Mijoo's whole figure resembles Greek goddess sculpture and someone should build an altar for her somewhere inside Parthenon. This woman is work of pure art and needs to be worshipped.

Of course, Soojung doesn't speak out loud about that thought. Heck, she would deny it until her last breath. For a good minute Mijoo's padding around the room gathering her belongings and getting some clothes from the locker, all she does is only stare boring hole into the bear mask left on the bench.

"If you really like that costume..." Mijoo starts, smirking and purposely taking time to slide a plain white tee over her torso. "I can bring it home with me so you can eat a bear tonight. Or be eaten."

Furry gloves smoothly lands right at Mijoo's face.

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