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[mysticheathenn]

What Booktrope Is Your Future Love Story?

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This pick-a-card reading is for my Patreon All Tiers. This pick-a-card reading is all about what book trope is your future love story.

This is a general reading, remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to seek professional help. Tarot should be used as entertainment and not a for sure answer to your problems but as a guide, a sense of hope, and amusement.

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Pile l:

What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Wedding, Children, Love Yourself First, Calling in Your Soulmate, Passion.

Soulmates X Sworn Off Love. Pile l you probably have been through the ringer when it comes to finding "the one". Time and time again people have disappointed you and you have mostly given up on love. You are in the headspace of if love happens great if not, you don't care because you are currently focusing on yourself right now or will soon be focusing on yourself. I always find it wild because usually when you give up on finding love and you focus on yourself you end up meeting your soulmate. For clarity, when I mean focusing on yourself I mean better yourself and seeing growth of who you are as a person and growing your career not just sitting at home pretending to not think of love. When you focus on yourself it has to be for yourself not to bring in a relationship. It kind of defeats the purpose, it's like washing and drying off at the same time. Did you work on the parts of yourself that needs to be "fixed" so you arent doing more harm than good (energetically attracting the same people)? During this time of swearing off love you need to be healing and reminding yourself that you are worthy of a healthy love, nothing is wrong with you, and you are amazing. Your soulmate is out there waiting to love you out loud, passionately, and whole heartedly. Patreon Link

Pile ll:

What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Free Yourself, Passion, Engagement, Playfulness, Pay attention to red flags, Chemistry

Enemies to Lovers X Alpha Hero X "Insta love". Because you have been burned in the past, you refuse to let another person smooth talk their way into your heart so you put up a wall for some of you. You may also have been attracted to Pile l but for others of you, there's something about this person where you feel the need to look for red flags every time you hang out with this person. You don't know if it's your paranoia or if there is indeed something wrong with this person but either way you slowly but surely lower your defenses and see this person for who they are and end up seeing that this person actually wants to get to know you and not waste your time. There will be an instant connection and for some of you this may possibly be one of the triggers to up your defenses because maybe you aren't the type to believe in "Love at first sight" but either way you will definitely give this person hell for a little bit. What I mean by that is you will be sarcastic (playfully) and basically make them jump through hopes in order to prove their worth to you and boy do they love jumping. Patreon Link

Pile lll:

What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Trust, Stay Optimistic about your love life, finances and career, Romantic feelings, Give your relationship a chance, & Healing family issues.

Second Chance X Workplace X Opposites Attract. This pile has multiple messages but overall I feel this pile is mostly for those who have an on again off again relationship. Some of you may be with no contact with your person while others of you are in contact but not together and want to get back together but aren't sure. The few of you the other message is this person you could possibly know from work and you aren't sure whether you should give this person a try because of the saying "Don't shit where you sleep." Trust your gut to know if this will be a good idea or not it's never a bad thing to test the waters. If this person is mature and not a man-child where you will regret even considering this, I say go for it. You never know how far it will go. Now, for the vast majority of you with exes and on-again-off-again relationships...there seems to be some healing that needs to happen within the relationship. Some of you or maybe even your person acts the way they do because they never had a good example of how to treat, act, and go about relationships in a healthy way so they act out. My suggestion if you can afford to is going to couples therapy or establishing boundaries and better communication with each other on what is okay and what is not. Maybe even doing a trial period if you still aren't sure if you should give in to this person. Patreon Link

Pile lV:

What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Chemistry, Playfulness, Engagement, Worth Waiting for, New Love, Free Yourself, Express Your Love, Attraction.

Friends to Lovers X Fling. This pile was kind of tricky to place into a book trope it was as if the possibilities for you are endless but I settled on Friends to lovers and possibly a fling-turned relationship. Either way, this person coming in could either be a new person in general who becomes a good friend that you develop feelings for a fling that is someone new and you develop feelings for either way this relationship is playful, fun, and light-hearted. You feel this person is exactly what the doctor ordered. Some of you may not want to get into a serious relationship right now because of either trauma or you just aren't ready for it so being with this person will feel very casual and fun. For whatever reason I feel like this person will make you feel like a kid at the fair. No worries, just fun in the sun. There is definitely a lot of attraction for each other and you will feel free to be yourself as well. For some of you, this may lead to an engagement while for others of you this is just something that will pass the time. Patreon Link

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[ecliphttlunar]

More Than Friends - Chris Sturniolo

Summary: One night at a restaurant, you finally realize your best friend's feelings for you. During the exchanged looks and affectionate gestures, they reveal the mutual desire that had existed for a long time. Revealing your feelings creates a climate of tension and passion between the two of you. But you had known you were more than friends for a while now.

Warnings: jealousy, friends who are not just friends, cute, declarations of love, kisses, hugs, tickling

Author's notes: This is my work, I do not authorize any plagiarism, copying or “inspiration”. English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors.

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You looked in the mirror for what seemed like the tenth time, every hour checking something about your appearance.

If your hair was perfect.

If your left eyeliner was the same as your right one.

If your lipstick wasn't smudged.

If your clothes were good.

You had to look pretty tonight. Because of two things.

First, you wanted to feel beautiful, you wanted to look in the mirror and think, "shit, I look hot." You wanted to feel good.

And second, you wanted him to think you were beautiful. You wanted him to look at you all night.

In fact, you needed it. Because she would be there.

Your "friend" would be in this restaurant together with you and Chris, of course, her presence in itself wasn't what bothered you, she was fun and a good person, what really made you want to rip out her hair strand by strand, is that she wanted him.

You knew that the only reason she approached you was because she wanted to get closer to him.

You knew from the beginning what her intentions were.

But you never cared. Because she never did anything about her relationship with Chris.

Until a week ago, where you, Chris, Matt, Nick, Nate, Madi, Tara and her were gathered in the living room to watch a movie.

You noticed her getting closer and closer to him, trying to touch her skin with his.

You noticed the flirting, the prying eyes, you noticed everything.

So you started to worry.

You started to care.

Making sure you were better than her.

Looking at the mirror again, you analyzed your outfit, you liked it, the outfit was appropriate for the restaurant you were going to.

And the pants were making her ass look incredible.

You smiled.

You were beautiful.

You even wanted to look at yourself more, check some things you hadn't checked yet, but your whole plan went out the window when Tara sent you a message, letting you know she was in front of your house.

So, you grabbed your bag, and went downstairs, heading towards the door.

You made sure the door was locked and went to Tara's car, getting into the passenger seat.

"Okay, you look hot." She said as soon as she saw you.

And you felt a little proud of yourself.

"It's not so extreme." You defended yourself.

"Have you ever looked in the mirror?"

Yes, so many times that I lost count.

You laughed, a little embarrassed.

"Por que estamos falando de mim? Você já se olhou no espelho?" Você muda de assunto para ela.

She laughs, starting the car and heading to the restaurant.

You hadn't even been in the car for 10 minutes, and you already regretted your choice of shoes.

As much as they matched the outfit, they were killing your toes.

And Tara seemed to notice her discomfort because soon she was asking if something was wrong.

"Nothing to worry about, just my feet are hurting, these shoes hurt." You told the truth. There was no reason to lie.

"Take them off for now, we still have about 30 minutes to travel until we get to the restaurant."

And now you remembered, the restaurant was 40 minutes from your house.

So, to avoid suffering you followed her advice, and took off your shoes.

The journey to the restaurant was fun, you talked, laughed, sang songs...

And maybe, you thought about him, his eyes, his hair, what clothes he would be wearing...

And in it, would she be more beautiful than you?

Mary was not an ugly girl, on the contrary, she was drop dead gorgeous.

She had a wonderful body, hydrated hair, smooth and soft skin, and her lips seemed so soft.

To say you were getting anxious was an understatement.

You were going crazy.

Until you finally arrived at the restaurant, and entering the parking lot, you could see some of your friends about to enter the restaurant. Including him. But they all stop moving as soon as they see Tara's car.

Probably to enter together with you.

While Tara parked the car, you started to put on your shoes, taking a while because of how little space you had.

As soon as Tara parked the car, she already got out of it, and now, she was waiting for you outside with her friends, talking about something you don't know what it is.

And you felt a bit of shame pass through your body, as all you had to do was get out of the car.

But it wasn't your fault, it was the shoe's fault and the discomfort it brought to your feet.

But you were quick, as soon as you put on your shoes, you got out of the car, not wanting to delay your friends any further.

And you felt everything in slow motion. As if you were in a movie scene.

As soon as you got out of the car, he looked at you and froze, the conversation he was having with Nate immediately forgotten, his lips parted as he winked at you.

He looked you up and down, seeing every detail of you.

From the first strand of hair, to the sole of the shoe.

And God, he felt like he might die at that moment.

He could die, and he would die happy.

As you greeted your friends, he continued looking at you, never looking away.

He was mesmerized by your beauty, you couldn't be real, no, you were some masterpiece made by the gods, or a rare jewel.

But you couldn't be a normal human being.

Now, you were greeting Nate, and Chris seemed to snap out of the world he entered when he realized he was the next one you were going to hug.

He couldn't wait to be able to put his fingers in you, hug your waist, smell your perfume.

“Hi” He whispered as soon as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Hi” You said back, your voice as low as his.

"You look beautiful" He said as soon as you separated.

“You’re not as ugly as I thought you would be either” You smiled at him.

"So, you were thinking about me? I'm flattered" He smiled back at you, and you almost forgot to respond to him as soon as you saw his smile.

He was so beautiful.

You looked so divine.

The two of you just stared at each other, praising each other in your thoughts, and smiling at each other, and your friends just stared at you.

Some smiling, and others disgusted, noticing the atmosphere between the two of you.

You were slowly drowning in the blue ocean of his eyes, until someone saved you.

You turned in the direction you heard the coughing, and you were a little embarrassed for having this moment in front of your friends.

But that always happened when you were with him. It was inevitable.

Chris also looked a little embarrassed as he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the entrance of the restaurant.

You sighed at his touch on your back, your heart racing.

Could he hear your heartbeat?

You entered the restaurant and started looking for your other friends, finally finding them at a table.

You sat down, Tara on your right side, Nick on your left side, and Chris in front of you.

And for a moment you began to wonder if Mary wasn't coming.

You didn't see her outside in the parking lot, and she wasn't sitting at the table either.

But your question was soon answered when you saw her come out of the bathroom.

And Gods, she looked so, so, so wonderfully beautiful.

You felt like crap as soon as you saw her.

And everything got worse when she sat next to Chris.

You knew, your night was going to be shit.

You felt a hand on your thigh, and you looked to your right side, Tara.

She smiled slightly at you, trying to reassure you.

You knew she knew about your feelings about Chris.

She was one of your friends who supported you both.

And she knew you were disappointed to see Mary next to Chris.

Seeing how beautiful she looked.

And that's why she made it her mission tonight to make you forget about him and have fun.

And until the middle of the night it was working.

You talked to all your friends, you laughed, you really had fun.

Until you looked ahead and saw her.

She was practically on top of him, talking about something you couldn't hear.

And your smile fell, and a feeling of jealousy filled you.

Until you heard a voice whispering in your ear.

"He's not paying attention to her, he's literally been watching you all night."

You looked at Tara, and then at him.

His blue eyes meet yours.

Did he really not pay attention to Mary?

He was staring at you, looking at your eyes, and your lips.

And you did the same as him, you looked at his blue eyes, and then at his soft lips.

Nate was talking to him, and Chris was simply nodding, never looking away from you.

It felt like the world around you had disappeared and everything was completely silent, and it was just the two of you.

Two people staring at each other, saying they're just friends, when deep down they know, they're more than just friends.

The touches, the looks, the flirting, the time they spend together.

You weren't just friends. Never went.

You sigh and blink.

You stand still, staring at him like an idiot, you realized, now you realized what everyone was telling you.

It was like something clicked, a puzzle, the final missing piece.

All your friends always told you that Chris loved you, it was like a movie, everyone noticed the love between the protagonists, except for themselves.

But now you've seen it.

You always caught him looking at you, always, but one specific day crossed your mind.

When you were recording a video for his channel with his brothers.

Nick had already started the video, you were behind the counter, while Nick was talking about what you were going to do, you were in the middle, between Matt and Chris.

And as always, the urge to look at Chris was stronger, so as Nick spoke, you turned your head to the side to look at him, only to find that he was already looking at you.

Instinctively, you looked away, embarrassed for being caught, and Chris, like you, also turned his head, looking at the camera.

Ashamed as a child who was caught doing something wrong, but of course, a child who never learns his lesson.

You were already looking at him again, when now he turned his head to look at you.

Your eyes met, and as Chris swallowed hard, you smiled awkwardly, turning your head to look straight ahead.

And Chris followed suit, turning his head so fast he felt dizzy.

Until you turned your heads towards each other again, and now, you found the situation funny.

You turned your head forward, trying to hold back your laughter, but Chris kept his eyes on you.

You quickly glanced at him, chuckling softly when you saw he was still looking at you.

You continued exchanging glances until Nick called you, asking you to get a spoon so they could start cooking.

Of course, these exchanges of glances between you weren't just friendship, there was something more.

Friends don't look for each other's eyes when they're in the same room.

And you couldn't forget his attempts to always touch you, even if it was arms touching, he had to touch you in some way.

After exchanging looks, and an angry Nick, for asking for the spoon for the thousandth time, you finally went to do what was asked.

You had your back to the camera, and the disaster behind you, looking for the spoon Nick wanted, but for some reason, you weren't finding it.

Until you felt a somewhat familiar presence behind you, and gentle hands on your arms.

He lets go of your right arm, but keeping his hand on your left arm, as he takes the spoon you were looking for.

He places the spoon in front of you, and soon you take it, your fingers touching his in the process.

You turn to look at him, smiling in thanks.

Your back pressed against his chest.

His hands move up to your shoulders, turning you around, and pushing you lightly towards the counter, where Nick and Matt were waiting for the spoon.

You hand it to Nick.

Now, you were all at the counter watching Nick stir the ingredients, Chris by his side, his hand on the small of your back.

You swallow hard when you remember that moment, how did you not notice?

It was so obvious.

It was always in front of you, these and other signs, but it's as if you had a blindfold over your eyes.

Never seeing the signs.

No matter how obvious they were.

And now, for some reason, it's as if someone has taken off the blindfold, and you're seeing something you've never seen before.

You didn't even notice that you were no longer facing each other, that in fact everyone was getting up from their seats, ready to leave, until someone tapped your shoulder.

"Let's go?" Of course it was him.

"Yes, yes, of course, let's go" You said, getting lost in words, and getting up from your place too quickly, turning around too quickly, trying to take more steps than your feet can.

You just felt your knees giving out, your feet tripping over each other, and you falling.

But you never felt the pain of the fall, you just felt firm arms around your waist, your hands touching a chest that was a little familiar to the touch, and his worried eyes on you.

"Hey, it's okay, slow down, we're not leaving without you." He says laughing a little.

"Yes, I know, of course, I'm fine, thank you." You were already regaining your balance, and leaving his protective arms.

He was confused, not understanding what was happening to you.

To tell the truth, you didn't even know what was happening to you at that moment.

Maybe it was the discovery that there was a chance his feelings could be reciprocated.

Yes, that was definitely it.

Because until just a few minutes ago, there wasn't even 1% of you believing that there was a chance that he saw you the same way you saw him.

But now? All that was missing was his words to confirm that he liked you the same way you liked him.

He was behind you, his hands on your waist guiding you to the register, and you felt like you couldn't breathe.

You were next to pay, and when it was your turn, you just confirmed what you had eaten, taking your card, the price already written on the machine.

As soon as you took your card out of your wallet, about to bring it closer to the machine, another card passed over yours, paying your bill.

You look back, seeing him shake his head and smile at you.

"Could you excuse me, love? I need to pay my bill now." Love? Why did he call you love?

Your mouth was still open as you walked to the side, giving him the space he asked for.

You had your mouth open and your eyes blinking.

"Why did you pay my bill?" You asked bluntly when he turned to look at you.

He just shrugs, placing his hands on your back.

He tried to walk towards the exit, but you remained standing still.

He looks at you, confused.

"Why did you pay my bill?" You ask again.

He just shakes his head. "I was doing you a favor." That's what he says.

"But I didn't ask for it." You counter.

He sighs. "I like doing favors for you, even if you don't ask for them." He shrugs, trying to walk to the exit again.

This time, you let him guide you.

When you were arriving at the exit, Mary appears, talking directly to Chris.

"So, what did you think of the food? Did you like it?" She seemed excited, wanting to talk to Chris, but he didn't seem to care.

The scene, in fact, to anyone, seemed funny to see.

Mary was on the exit side, with her hands clasped in front of her, shyly wanting to talk to Chris, with a friendly smile on her face.

But unlike Mary, you and Chris were uninterested in what she wanted to say, you were facing her, your face serious, one hand holding your bag. And Chris was at your side, a little behind, with his hand on your back, his face also serious, with no sign of interest in what Mary wanted to say.

Mary continued babbling, but soon Chris cut the conversation short.

"Sorry, but Nate is calling us outside, we'll talk later, okay?" He says, already leaving the restaurant, leaving Mary behind.

"Okay, who's leaving with who?" Nick asked.

"I'll take Mary, since we live nearby, you and your brothers can take Y/N, okay?" She says, looking between you and Nick.

Before you could respond, Chris was already speaking for you.

"Sure, fine." He says, smiling at you.

You just shrug your shoulders, letting them decide who goes with who.

And from what you could tell, people would return with the same people they came with, except for you and Mary, who swapped the ride.

And at that moment, you just wanted to kiss Tara's lips for the idea she gave.

God bless her.

You climbed into the Van with Nate, expecting to have Nick by your side, what you didn't expect was to have Chris by your side.

You smile at him confused.

"Why don't you get in the passenger seat?" You ask.

“Nick wanted to go ahead” You nod, still a little suspicious.

"OK." You whisper slowly, brow furrowed.

He just smiles in response.

Maybe you were crazy, maybe it was all in your head, maybe you were seeing things that weren't there, and he just looked at you as a friend.

But that didn't make sense, no.

That's why you were determined to talk to him.

Since you and the boys talked and decided that you would stay at their house tonight, it would be easier to talk to him, when you were alone with Chris, you would talk to him.

And you would see if it was all in your head or not.

If it was... well, you'd cry in your room later.

The journey to the boys' house was incredible, really fun, and you think you laughed more in the 30 minutes you were with them than in the 3 hours you spent in the restaurant.

But when you finally got home, harsh reality slapped you in the face, reminding you of what was to come.

And at that moment, you thought it would be better, to become completely crazy and stay with your best friend.

Than take a chance, and run the risk of losing not just one, but 3 best friends.

But you had already made up your mind, so whether you wanted to or not, you were going to have that conversation with him.

Regardless of the consequence.

As soon as you entered the house and went up the stairs, you started discussing which room you were going to sleep in.

And of course, as luck, or bad luck, was on your side, you stayed in Chris's room.

Especially because all of their things that are in the triplets' house are in Chris's bedroom and bathroom.

You walked down the stairs towards his room, going straight into the bathroom to do your nightly routine.

You took off your makeup, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and changed into your pajamas, which consisted of shorts and a long-sleeved shirt.

When you came out of the bathroom, you saw Chris lying on the bed, just wearing sweatpants, playing on his cell phone.

But as soon as he heard the door open, he looked in your direction, his eyes running down your body, stopping at your thighs, and then moving up to your eyes again.

You threw yourself onto the bed, next to Chris, burying your face in the pillow and letting out a loud sigh.

"Everything is fine?" You heard him ask.

You nod as much as you can, since at the moment your head was buried in the pillow.

You just hear a sigh, and imagine that he was nodding his head, just like you.

You were silent for a few seconds, until it started to become difficult to breathe.

You were already changing position, about to talk to him, when you felt a pair of hands on you.

Exactly where you feel ticklish.

"You know, I wonder how long you can go without laughing." He says, a damn smile on his face.

You try to stay serious, hold in your laughter as long as you can, until a small sound comes out of your mouth.

And soon, you're waking up the entire neighborhood.

"Your laugh is so cute! I love seeing you laugh." He says through his laughter.

"What will happen if I tickle you... here!" He says, moving his hands up, which were previously on your waist, placing them on your neck.

You were a funny mess, laughing loudly, crying with laughter, and screaming for him to stop.

"Say please." He says, prolonging the please, as if he were singing.

And you, wanting it all to end, beg several times, all of them saying "please"

He continues tickling you a little, until you feel his hands leaving your body, and your laughter getting quieter.

"That was quite a reaction!" He says laughing, and you follow his laugh.

You take a deep breath, already feeling the air returning to your lungs.

You look at him, your smile mischievous, you stand up slightly, getting on your knees, approaching him, and soon your hands are in the air, going towards his neck.

But he catches your wrists, and you end up losing your balance, you can't understand what happened next, only that you're in his lap, your faces inches apart, his hands still holding your wrists.

Your eyes go from his blue eyes to his mouth, his eyes, however, had been on your lips for a long time.

You take a deep breath, swallowing hard.

"I need to ask you a question." You whisper, cutting into the silence.

He stays quiet, but you know he's given you permission to continue.

You were afraid to say the next words.

"You love me?" His lips were parted, and he was winking at you.

"Because I love you, and not as a friend Chris, I love you romantically, but I never dared to dream that you felt the same until that night in the restaurant, it could be that I'm crazy, and seeing things where there aren't any, but, no Like what we have, it's just friendship."

He stayed quiet, just looking at you.

Quiet, just quiet.

"Chris?" I whisper his name. "You love me?"

Silence.

Silence.

And silence.

You were praying to whatever God would save you, so he wouldn't let you die waiting.

"Answer me, please!" You were almost crying, your eyes were watery, and your voice was shaking.

"Yes or no?" You try again.

His lips were opening and closing, his eyes looking straight into yours.

He was nervous, you knew he was, it was obvious, he couldn't hide it.

And you were so close, and with his silence, you knew you had to leave.

But you couldn't, and you never would.

"Chris..." His voice could barely be heard at that moment.

She was so low, so broken.

But his desperate voice cuts through the silence.

"I love you! Okay? I love you. I didn't want you to find out like this, but I also don't want to go back." He finally speaks.

And you feel a single tear run down your face.

Your heart was racing so much now, you couldn't breathe.

Your mouth was half open, you were trying to breathe, and trying to control the tears, prevent more of them from falling.

"I swore that shit wasn't in my head, I knew we were more than friends but… I was so scared of losing you." A few more tears fall, while you spoke.

His hands let go of your wrists and go to your face, wiping away your tears.

"You won't lose, you never will, even though I was scared to admit it, I knew I was yours, I knew I loved you." He places your hands on his chest, over his heart.

"Can you feel my heartbeat?" You nod. His heart was beating fast.

"It always speeds up when I think, or when I see you, you've always had that effect on me."

It was impossible to hold back the tears now.

"I really, really want to kiss you right now, but I must be a disgusting mess..." you say, laughing a little at the end.

He just smiles and starts kissing all over your face.

Your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your chin, every corner of your face was being kissed by him.

And when he reaches his lips, he just brings his mouth closer to yours and whispers.

"Kiss Me." And you kiss.

The kiss was calm, almost lazy, you weren't in a rush.

His hands were on your neck, and your hands were on his shoulders, going down to his chest.

You slowly separated, Chris giving you a small kiss on the mouth, and you returning the kiss, placing a short kiss on his lips, you continued giving each other kisses on the lips, until you separated.

The smiles you were giving each other were soft, and you left a small kiss on his forehead.

And he was stroking her cheeks, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen into her face, behind her ear.

You were still smiling at him when you whispered. "I have one more question for you..."

His smile widens. "Yes?"

Your hands, which were previously on his chest, move up to his neck.

"Do you feel ticklish here?"

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[yuri-is-online]

I’d like to hear a little about Idia’s Yutu. I bet he was pretty startled to see his hair suddenly catch fire + any other physical changes associated with the curse. (Do you think the yellow eyes and shark teeth are even caused by the curse?)

Idia is a popular boy and I have a lot of thoughts about him in general; I feel like I gave him a lot to deal with in this particular au... Jade is probably having a worse time mentally but Idia has a bunch of work I know he wasn't asking for.

As for the talk about the curse, I kicked it around in my head a bit and I am going to say yes the teeth are caused by it but the eyes are just something Idia got from his parents. I know I talk about thinking there is something wrong with Trey, but I don't think that's because of a curse and his eyes are definitely yellow. Idia's do seem to glow a bit so if you want your Yutu to have different colored eyes I think it would make sense if they had a bit of a glow to them, but that's just me.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. For this post, I would recommend reading this explanation of what happened to the boys as Idia has a pretty big role in the bad timeline, and his actions will be somewhat referenced here.

Idia has the benefit and the literal curse of being in charge of S.T.Y.X., meaning that when blot investigations are conducted he tends to be in the know. His Yuu and Yutu should have been safe from anything the Marshall's decided to do but they weren't. Unlike pretty much everyone else in this AU, Idia learns what happened to his family. He knows that Yuu was cursed, he knows they were sent back to their world. But that's about it, he tries to find some sort of way to make contact with your world so he can bring you home but then things go to shit and his progress is severely delayed. By the time he has to help bury Leona it's stopped completely. Ortho tries his best to help, but Idia doesn't really want him to. As much as he wants to see you again, he doesn't want you to have to suffer through any overblots again, nor does he want to raise a child in a dying world.

Sometimes when he is alone, energy drinks scattered around his desk he'll look over to the little digital photo frame he loaded up with pictures of you, from back at NRC all the way up to your wedding and wonders if he should just let you go. There's a chance you being forced to forget about him means you would have moved on, maybe met someone else and had other kids. Was his kid anything like him? He hopes they ended up looking mostly like you, and knowing there is no way for the Shroud curse to reach them does make it slightly easier to sleep at night. He tells himself when he comes back to work tomorrow, he'll put the frame in a drawer along with his wedding ring but he never does. In his mind, he is still your husband, just waiting for fall to come so you can try to be together again. Fall might be another life, but Idia surprisingly doesn't mind. He can wait for you.

Idia! Yutu was a massive crybaby when he was a baby. Very clingy to Yuu and very afraid of his own shadow let alone his teachers and peers. He grows out of the crying as he gets older but not the social anxiety. Yutu wants friends, he just sucks at making them and is extremely stressed out by being around people. I could see Yuu maybe getting an animal of some sort to help with the stress and anxiety their son was feeling. And just by typing that I have become attached to the concept: Ida! Yutu gets a dog Yuu feels inclined to name Cerberus. Yutu adores her and takes very good care of her without any fights about his chores.

Yuu remembers Idia as being more of a cat person, but they tell Yutu they think he really would have approved of Cerb. They remember him as being a socially awkward, but extremely passionate about his work and hobbies. His love of retro games causes a lot of Yuu's cursed pains, they know he liked those sorts of games but they can't for the life of them remember the titles. Yutu tries to reassure his parent it's just nice knowing a little bit about his dad and that he doesn't need the specifics. Hearing about his dad's interests motivates him to learn about emulators as he gets older, and he builds Yuu a nice family computer after scrounging for parts.

Yutu prefers single player or local co-op games, but makes an exception if Yuu has a long term MMO or something like a genshin account because he does like playing with Yuu. It helps soothe his social anxiety to talk to people while he knows his parent and Cerberus are near by, but when they aren't online he's essentially a solo gamer.

Unfortunately for Yutu's potential inner gremlin, Yuu also remembers Idia's shut in tendencies and is determined to get him outside from a very young age. Cerb does her best to help with that too, it's Yutu's job to walk her and he swears she keeps trying to introduce him to people. He's had so many awkward conversations with the people in his neighborhood because of her. His other chore used to be helping out in the little vegetable garden Yuu started to help cut down grocery costs, but that quickly ceased being a chore and became a full blown passion.

Idia! Yutu loves flowers. He fills his windowsills with plants that are safe to be around dogs and has Cerberus help him dig a flower bed around your home so he can plant more of them. Sure the veg garden is nice too, but he loves the significance of and variety that can be found in flowers. If you live in a place that can keep bees then he will absolutely bug you about wanting to get some.

Twisted Wonderland looks horrible to Yutu. It's dark and cold, he's been snapped into a room full of people in a place he doesn't recognize, and his parent has gone non responsive as he tries desperately to shake them awake. He tries snapping at the fancy looking man that comes to help and accidentally bites his tongue, and that's when he notices it.

Mostly because Cerberus tackles him and tries to put him out.

"Owowowowowowowwww-" Yutu tries to push Cerberus back but she keeps whining and trying to lick at his face. She yelps as Yutu catches his breath as he sees what she's trying to paw at. His hair is on fire, or to be more accurate his hair is fire. He can hold it, he can tug at it, it's warm and is not burning his clothes but his hair is on fucking fire-

"STAY." The voice is so commanding that both Cerb and Yutu freeze, the strange man from before with his dual colored hair looks oddly nostalgic at his little command, eyes obviously softening at the dog as he shakes his head. "Good girl, no need to worry. Your little master is ok, he isn't going to combust." Cerberus whines, but she relaxes and Yutu stands shakily. "Though full warning you might feel like you are once I am done explaining things to you."

Idia and Ortho are called to NRC for an emergency and debriefed on their way over. Yuu holds on to life just long enough to speak with Idia a little, the first time Yutu meets his dad the two of them are saying goodbye to a now comatose Yuu. The silence is awkward, but the hold Idia has on Yutu isn't. I like to think that Idia and Yuu had talked about what they would have wanted to name Yutu, and that memory had carried across the world so there was no awkward introduction phase between the two of them. The sort of fall into each others lives immediately, the want for the other to exist overriding anything else.

Cerberus helps too. Idia might be more of a cat person but cute doggies are good too. ESPECIALLY one with such an awesome name, she's the most spoiled girl in the entire apocalypse. She's an old dog at this point, so Idia takes her back to S.T.Y.X. where she becomes a sort of unofficial mascot for the research teams. Idia makes her a uniform and everything. He regularly sends pictures to Yutu while he's busy at school.

Because of Yutu's love of gardening trumping his interest in technology, he ends up in Heartslabyul instead of Ignihyde. He is very embarrassed about this at first (he really hates the uniform) but Idia reassures him that he doesn't care about that. His kid could probably kill someone in front of him and he would not care, especially not at this point. So long as he is able to talk to his child about manga and games he doesn't care what extra circulars they're into. I can't see him being super excited about having to go to sports games, but then again maybe he would just think about it like a sports anime to help psych himself up to go (his kid would obviously be his favorite character).

Bad timeline Idia is a lot calmer than his younger self. He still loses his temper and goes on smug rants, but in general he speaks exactly like he does in book six to the S.T.Y.X. employees. His true personality only really comes out when he's alone with Ortho and Yutu, but he tries to keep his more pessimistic side in check. He wants Yutu to have some hope for the future, but the more he runs the numbers the bleaker things look.

Ortho is beyond excited to have his nephew back. He always liked hanging out with Yuu because of the lack of data he had about them. Every conversation he had with them was unique, and he was really looking forward to having the same experience with Yutu. He was just as if not more distraught than Idia when you both disappeared, so having Yutu back brings a bit more spark to his soul. Yutu was so stressed out from all of the changes he was experiencing that meeting Orhto felt weirdly normal. What's weirder: having an artificial humanoid for an uncle, technically being part alien, having fire for hair, or having a spell that literally opens the gates of hell. Yutu is not taking option one that's for sure.

Ortho and Idia are the ones who propose going back in time, but when it's their Yutu who is making the journey the suggestion is extremely difficult to make. Idia doesn't like the idea of asking his son to do this, it feels selfish. But then, Idia also feels like bringing him into existence before he could break the family curse was selfish, no matter what Yutu was always going to be doomed. But that just means he should be the one taking responsibility for this... Ortho volunteers himself for the mission but Yutu points out that that would probably be even more dangerous than sending him. It's a tearful goodbye, everyone knows that if the missions succeeds this timeline will cease to exist and they will never get to see each other again. They have a little party at NRC and Idia takes Yutu aside to visit Yuu's grave, firstly so they can say goodbye and secondly because he has a confession to make

"I was mega cringe when I was at NRC." His dad can't even look him in the eyes, and Yutu swears he sees him shaking. He has to blink a few times to make sure he is seeing things right, this doesn't look like overworked dad, or stressed dad, or angry at something mundane dad. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he was-

"Well isn't everybody?" The tips of Idia's hair turn pink at the question and Yutu's quickly mirrors him from feeling like he's done something wrong. All he's done is repeat his dad's own advice back to him though. "You're always so cool and confident-" Idia wheezes and Yutu almost has to catch him. "I mean I'm sure you can't be bad as me-"

"Oh you are going to regret saying that." His dad can't really bring himself to elaborate further but the thousand yard stare does all the talking for him.

Idia! Yutu was given three very simple instructions by Uncle Ortho about going back in time:

1) don't try to lie to me about who you are, I will run scans and figure it out. Grandma and Grandpa finding out would probably be bad and just complicate things. Easy enough, having Uncle Ortho on his side makes the transition between future and past a lot easier. Current Ortho might be a lot more innocent? Naive? He isn't sure if those are the words he would use, but he is certainly less used to having a soul and being his own person than his Uncle is. Not that this makes him any less accepting of Yutu... if anything he is even more excited about him than he was in the future.

2) try to keep who you are a secret from Yuu, but get close to them. We need them to stay alive, even if we don't know why yet... Less easy than hanging out with Uncle Ortho, but still easy enough. I tend to write all Yutus as not fully realizing how much they missed or loved Yuu until they got to see the younger version of their parent... but out of all of them Idia! Yutu is certainly up there for just how hard it hits him. Mostly because of Rule 3:

3) I am so fucking sorry for what you're going to have to deal with please be patient with me!!! I promise I love you and your parent so much I'm just not going to know-

So that obviously came from Idia and not Ortho, but Yutu really disregarded that warning until he accidentally ran into his dad while trying to find Ortho and saw him take out a tablet? That he used to talk with and got very panicky about when he asked a very simple question about it. Uncle Ortho helpfully tells him later that Idia uses it to help him speak in public because of his anxiety, and is very pleased to learn Yutu has never seen him use it in the future. But that doesn't really change how things are now...

On the one hand, Yutu gets it. He has bad social anxiety himself, but because he had a very supportive parent who worked with him to challenge himself in healthy ways he never got to the point that Idia is. He also was a lot older when he had his first experience with a traumatic loss and had Idia (who is a bit too experienced) and Ortho (who is just so understanding) there to help him through it. He knew that was not the case for his dad, they talked about it a lot in the future because Idia felt like he had a right to know, but I don't think he fully comprehended how bad Idia's mental health was.

Because no matter how much he might get it, this guy is still his dad and Yutu really wants to interact with him. He wants to impress him and maybe finally beat his high score on Star Rogue, Yutu just knows there are a bunch of stories he never got to hear because his dad was too embarrassed to tell him and this is maybe his one chance to find all of them out. But his dad is such a shut in he barely even interacts with Yuu! Yutu was always way too embarrassed to ask him about how they got together and now he swears he'll never know because him being in Ramshackle seems to have scared his dad off.

That's only half true, Idia doesn't really see Yutu as a romantic rival... like Cater he assumes you are related in some way because of the similar appearances and tastes in manga. Even when the two of you deny it he shrugs it off, hey maybe Yutu is just you from a different reality? He thinks he read a manga like that once... either way not his monkey not his circus. But like. It could be, Ortho really does like to remind him that Yuu is much less judgemental than everyone else on campus so if he wanted to make some progress on his journey of self improvement talking to them might not be such a bad idea. wink wink nudge nudge! But going over there still means he has to interact with someone other than Yuu and Mr. Grim and that's stressful.

He doesn't think about it at all when Yutu keeps finding excuses to not be there when Ortho drags him to visit because of how relieved he is to not have to socialize with him, at first anyway. He notices when Ortho excuses himself too, they certainly seem to be buddy buddy which isn't something he's going to complain about but as Idia does get closer to Yuu and *ugh* admits to himself he's got some feelings he starts to feel like he should at least know something about the kid other than his name. He does not completely figure it out, but he notices all of the relevant data points before he's slapped in the face with who Yutu is.

Like Lilia! Yutu's reveal, I think Idia finds out about who Yutu is in the middle of a fight. Yuu gets injured by a really strange blot phatom Idia has never seen before and Yutu absolutely looses it. His hair flares up and for snaps his hood to cinders as he's roaring out spells and trying desperately to make sure that thing doesn't touch his parents. Something you both hear loud and clear.

At first this makes Idia beyond excited. He probably joins the little fit his son is throwing except in raw joy because he's fantasized so much about this! He even has a little sims save where Yuu and him are married and they've got a kid and a cat and wow just look at Yutu he looks even cooler in real life than he does in a life sim! Yuu look at him, you guys have a-

A kid. You have a kid. With him. One that's got his teeth and hair and your nose and is sobbing in his arms about how much he missed you both and doesn't want to watch you die again. The sheer worry eclipses his second hand embarrassment at his own smugness as he awkwardly holds on to the sobbing Yutu and looks towards you for help. He's never been good at this whole emotional comfort thing, pls assist. So you pick yourself up and join the group hug and all three of you just sort of sit there for a bit while Yutu tells his story. About growing up in your world, how he came to NRC and his friends in Heartslabyul (Idia is blaming that on you, as a joke ofc he doesn't care what house his kid is in), and the plan to go back in time because of how hopeless the future is. It's not a story Idia takes lightly, especially when Ortho confirms it and sends him all of the data he and Yutu have collected so far. Idia is a bit gloomy and prone to complaining, but if you are in a bad place there are few people more reliable. He is a lot like death in a way, he'll always be there in the end.

Idia is a bit awkward around Yuu for a bit after the reveal, I like to think of you as being newly together at this point so Idia hasn't really revealed just how... detailed some of his fantasies about you are just yet. There are a lot of them, he has uh. Maybe written some of them down, pleasedon'tmakehimreadthemoutloud and most of them are perfectly normal and respectable (lies). It stops when you tell him Yutu had to come from somewhere and he dies, buries himself under his covers, and rises again a changed man. Yeah that's right, his kid did come from somewhere NORMIES. He had se-

He's not super big into PDA but he is comfortable being clingy around Yutu and Ortho, though he tries not to be overly cheesy around Yutu. He hates seeing his parents be all lovey dovey with one another and he likes to keep his compliments quiet and for your ears only anyway. I do like the idea of Yuu being a tiny bit more outgoing and embarrassing him a bit around "the kids" (Grim and Yutu) so his hair is in a damn near permanent shade of pink any time he's around Ramshackle. It's one thing to have your younger brother think the world of you, but to have a kid think so highly of you that he travels back in time to save you from an apocalypse? Idia feels super unworthy, it fuels his determination to work out the "problem" Yutu has given him even if his natural pessimism makes him want to give up.

"... Just leave it to your dad." It's an echo of the only other promise he 100% intends to live up to. He really does mean it, Idia is not loosing this match. Just you wait and see...

[dira333]

What's in a passion? - Osamu Miya x Reader

requested by @notsochillnerd - tagging @emmyrosee bc she loves Osamu

Sometimes you really hate your boyfriend.

Yes, yes, he's perfect, you know, with his stupidly good-looking face and his muscular body and his kind heart and his awful talent and, even worse, his passion, that he follows, without a doubt.

It's worse with Atsumu, you think, because you don't love him nearly as much but he's the same. Talented, good-looking and so sure of himself and his passion that he didn't even go to College. Now he's playing for the Black Jackals like it's how the earth should turn.

"Baby?" Samu's voice is muffled through the bathroom door. You huff.

"Are you still alive? You've been in there for at least half an hour."

"The water's still hot," you yell back. Which isn't true. But you don't want to get out. As long as you're in the bathtub you don't have to learn. As long as you don't have to learn you don't have to think about your studies. And as long as you don't have to think about them you don't have to face the most annoying question of your life - what do you want to do?

Not in the way Samu asks you after dinner, wiggling his eyebrows as he waits for the answer.

Not in the way you ask Samu every time he comes home from work, hoping that just this once he'll not make dinner himself but run down to the fast-food joint with you.

What do you want to do with your life?

-

"Are you coming to bed soon?" Samu asks from the kitchen. You don't know what he did in there until now, it's spotless anyway.

"Mhm," you say noncommittally, typing another line. You still need to finish this assignment. And you should get ahead on your reading.

"It's after midnight, babe, you need some sleep."

"Yeah, sure." Wait, do you write this word like that? Does it even mean what you think? You open another browser tab and type it in, waiting for it to load only to be interrupted by warm hands grabbing your sides.

"You've got ten seconds to save everything before I carry you to the bedroom."

"Samu!" You whine, "I have to get this done."

"No, you don't. Well, not tonight at least. You still have three more days to finish this. You need your sleep."

"Well, what do you care?" You snap. Surprise flutters over Samu's face like butterfly wings.

"What do you mean, baby, you know I love you." He sounds distraught, so pathetic you could almost mistake him with his brother. And it's your fault and your fault only.

You do the only thing you can do in a situation like this. You cry.

-

It's not a comfortable thing, holding a conversation like this at one in the morning when even your bones are tired and your alarm is gearing up to call on you in a few hours for yet another tiring day.

But Samu firmly believes in "never going to bed angry" even more than he believes in "getting enough sleep".

Is it hard to admit that you're a little jealous of his passion? Or, not necessarily his passion, but that he has one? Yes. It makes you feel foolish, like a little kid pointing an accusing finger at a grown-up.

But it's true. And it's Samu. He doesn't snicker, he doesn't call you pathetic even though you'd deserve it. Instead, there's understanding blooming in his eyes.

"Do you still love me?" He asks. You nod and swear and promise that you've never loved him less. So he tucks you into bed like he'd been planning to for hours, presses comforting kisses over the furrow of your brows.

"We'll get through this," he promises. You fall asleep because you trust him.

-

Ginjima brings over his little cousin on the weekend. The girl's five and even though you resemble a mess more like a human being, Kaede's seriously convinced that you're her idol.

"Can we play doctor?" She asks, holding up a stethoscope.

"Where did you find that?" "T'was in the box." She points at a box in the cupboard she most definitely isn't supposed to go through. At least she didn't find anything dangerous.

"Of course we can. Do you want to be the doctor?"

"No," she shakes her head. "You're the doctor, I'm a nurse, like Momma. Toshi can be sick."

"Thank you," Ginjima snorts. "I always knew you cared about me."

"Can I be a patient too?" Samu asks, pressing a hand against his chest. "I think my heart is going to fast. Can you listen to it, Doctor?"

"Dork," you call him, but little Kaede nods and tells him to sit on the couch so that she can get to him better.

And it's weird, how easily you slip on the stethoscope. Maybe you've watched too much Grey's Anatomy on top of your lessons, have read too far ahead in your books but you have no problem finding the right spot, Samu's heartbeat like a symphony in your ears.

"It's cold," he hisses. You can't bring yourself to tease him.

"Is he sick?" Kaede asks, pulling you out of your reverie. You nod with your gravest face. "He's lovesick. No cure, I'm afraid."

Kaede gasps in shock, but Samu laughs, his body shaking, knocking into you.

-

"Can I ask you a question?"

Suna furrows his brows. "When did you ever have to ask, Samu?"

Your boyfriend smiles his most innocent smile. You fear the worst.

"Did you always want to play volleyball?"

Suna snorts. "Nah. And you know that." He must sense your confusion because he turns, golden eyes glinting with amusement. "I thought about becoming an influencer instead in my third year."

"Why didn't you?"

"Ah," he shrugs, "I didn't want something I like doing to turn into a job, you know? That would take all the enjoyment out. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate playing volleyball professionally, but I'm already thinking ahead, figuring out options for when I'm done with it. Unlike someone else..." He can't help but dig into Tsumu and the latter never backs down from a Challenge. Soon it's an all-out fight on the table and you're sitting in the middle of it.

Samu leans into you, head an your shoulder, mouth pressed against your ear.

"There are plenty of options," he reminds you softly, "You can still figure out what you want to do."

-

"'m not hungry," Samu declines your offer for snacks. That's worrying enough. He's resting on the Couch, a rare sight this early in the evening.

"You good?" You ask, smoothing a hand through his messy hair. He nods.

"'m fine. Just some weird stomach issue."

"Yeah? What are the symptoms?"

"They're gross, I don't wanna talk about them."

"Stinky?"

"Mhm."

"Did you drink enough?"

He nods, wraps your arms around you to pull you in. When you snuggle into his side like you always do, he's barely able not to flinch.

"What's hurting, boo?" You ask, now a little more worried.

"Just my stomach. I think you kneed me there a little."

You didn't, but he's unwilling to talk more about it.

Still, you can't help but keep an eye on him. He complains about pain in his lower back, convinced he pulled something when he lifted bags of rice earlier. You try to massage the area but he pulls away quickly, claiming it hurts to be touched, so you get him the heating pad you use for period pains.

He falls asleep soon after and you're barely able to get him up and into bed.

When you wake up at night to use the toilet and grab a drink you're surprised to find him flushed and feverish. Your little worry grows as you take his temperature, try to figure out what he could be suffering from.

It's like solving a riddle and every clue you have could mean a thousand different solutions.

It's only when he wakes up, parched and whiny, throwing up immediately after downing a glass of water, that the dots connect.

"Samu," you kneel next to him. "Where does it hurt the most?"

"Stomach."

You let your hands wander, just the gentlest touch until he hisses when you reach the area around his navel. Following a hunch you move down toward the lower right side of his abdomen and he curses loudly, telling you exactly what you didn't want to hear.

"Babe, get up, we're going to the hospital."

"What?" His eyes are blown wide. You press a soothing kiss to his lips. "I'm not a doctor but this looks a lot like appendicitis. I'd rather get it looked at right now instead of having you go through emergency surgery."

Is it difficult to get a sleepy, pained, sick man to the hospital with nothing but public transport and determination? Yes.

But it's worth it, you think when you explain the symptoms and the doctor nods with a serious expression, complimenting you for your swift course of action.

You get to hold Samu's hand through every step of the examination, press one last kiss to his lips when they prep him for surgery.

"I'm going to wait outside," you promise, "Call everyone who needs to know. In a few hours we're going to laugh about this, I promise."

He pulls you in, mouth pressed against your ear. "Nothing's going to happen to me with you at my side."

And maybe, you think as they wheel him away, as you wait for the first call to connect, you've never been on the wrong path.

You just lost a little sight of what it meant to be here.

[pepsiconcoction]

hi hi, i enjoy reading your content so much that I wanted to make a request! A Lee Know Fluff inspired by this song “Take A Chance With Me” by NIKI. It can literally be a drabble, one shot, series or whatever pleases you! thanks again <3

hi i'm so sorry i disappeared for like, so long? idk honestly, so i have no idea when you posted this, or if you even still want it lol. i finally have some free time AND i'm feeling creative again so that's fun! anyways hope you like this, i did it in like an hour and a half and its barely proofread, i hope u love it tho <3

Take A Chance With Me - Lee Know x Reader

pairing: Lee Know x gn!Reader

tags: non-idol AU, fluff, tiny amount of angst if you squint?, lee know is a goofy guy i guess

wc: 891

Being in love with Minho was hard. Unfortunately, it was a hardship you had been dealing with for a while now. He was everything to you, your best friend, your soulmate even, although he would always say that soulmates don’t actually call each other that.

The moment you finally realised you were in love with Lee Minho, the two of you were nursing hangovers, a bowl of sundaeguk steaming your face. You had both finally graduated from University, the same place you had met almost 4 years ago. He had finally introduced himself to you after sitting next to you every Tuesday at 9am, after the professor had introduced the fact that group work was required for a project. You hadn’t even heard him speak up until that point, you were kinda beginning to think that was a figment of your imagination until he spoke. 

A year later he told you that he decided to sit next to you because you were the first person who seemed ‘normal’ when he first entered and looked around the room. This confession, of course, had the two of you in fits of giggles at how neither of you turned out to be normal. You had realised you both shared a passion for dance despite your degree studying computer science and had even attended each other's dance showcases and competitions, watching him dance was like nothing else. The way he moved with such practiced precision was so captivating, that it was almost impossible to ever look away.

Beyond that, he was the kindest person you knew. He cared in ways that you had never expected of him. When your boyfriend cheated on you in the summer between years 2 and 3, he showed up to your apartment with kind words and snacks, and he did your dishes for you and even ironed your shirt for work the next day so that you could cry.

Back to the sundaeguk. It was still steaming.

The glint in his eye as he threw his head back giggling at some stupid joke you made you realise. It made you realise a lot of things actually. 

“What happens now?” you ask.

“I don’t know about you but I’m gonna eat this,” he says pointing at his bowl with the chopsticks in his hand.

“No, I mean, now that we’ve graduated.”

He stops mid sausage-to-mouth and blinks at you. 

“We get… jobs, I guess.” The sausage reaches his mouth. You laugh. You let the moment pass.

A month later you’re at a party, he asked you to be his plus one to the after-party of one of his dance shows and you’re talking to one of the other members of the choreography team. She tells you how Minho talks about you and has such admiration for you. When Minho waves at you from across the room, she asks you how you’re not dating. You manage to ramble off something about just being close friends but even you don’t fully believe it. You don’t want this night to end the way it always did. He walks you home, you hold his arm, you let go, and you both say good night. 

You watch him from across the room, the room blaring with music, the sound of voices almost competing. He’s beautiful, you know that, everyone who has ever met him knows that. He’s talking to a friend, one you vaguely recognise, and you feel a pang in your chest, a feeling of impending doom. There’s a fear in your heart that something will take him from you, a job, a person, you don’t know, but you need him to stay with you. You need him.

You finish the drink in your hand and put the empty glass back on the table. You excuse yourself from the group and walk over to him. He notices you and his smile grows wide. 

“Hey! I was just talking about you.” He’s grinning as he says it.

“Only good things I hope.” You raise your eyebrows.

“Of course.”

“Can I talk to you for a second?” you turn a little more serious for a moment. He excuses himself from his friend and the two of you walk outside into the quiet of the night, the cool summer air refreshing.

“Are you okay?” he asks, a hint of concern showing in his eyes.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about things.” you sigh.

“Oh, that’s never good.” 

“I was thinking about you, dumbass.” You roll your eyes.

“Okay, now I’m interested,” he smirks.

You pause as you look at him. You spare a moment thinking of what to say, and how he’ll react, will he accept or reject you? You don’t know. The only thing you do know is Lee Minho, you know him as if you are him, as if you’re connected somehow. You feel like this is already written for you.

“I love you,” you say. He blinks.

“I love you too.”

“No, like, I love you Minho. More than just besties.”

“But if we date, who will be my bestie?” Of course, he jokes. Of course, you laugh.

“You’d have to find a new one.” You giggle.

“Well, looks like I’ll have to get started then.” He leans into you. “I wasn’t kidding,” he says in a softer, quieter voice. “I do love you.”

Being in love with Minho was suddenly so easy, but it always was.

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[emmettland]

Hiii!!! I have some questions about the gold and green universe becuase I’ve spent way too much time thinking about this. How does the society function with half of its people stuck at home as sex slaves/caretakers and half of them fighting? Who cooks the food, fixes the cars, cleans the road? Do they even HAVE cars?

….and also are there movies from a greens perspective of things? Or is it just made for golds by golds? What are punishments like in schools for golds vs greens that misbehave? Are there any things that are glorified for greens to do? (Like how suicide was glorified in Romeo and Juliet?) things like suffering in silence or protecting their golds?

great questions! i'll try to answer as best i can.

the Gold and Green AU is a version of Earth very far in the future, however, it is also a version of post-apocalyptic Earth, so despite having the advanced technology you would expect of a futuristic society, they are closer to ancient societies in many ways.

many ancient societies had two main roles: providers and caregivers. the G/G society is the same way. you have your Greens, who attend to the needs of Golds (not just sexual needs), you have True Greens, who bring life into the world and care for said life, you have Golds, the fighters who provide for their families, and Goldens, the leadership.

the issue with G/G society isn't the system of roles -- it's that these roles function in an abusive power hierarchy and are forced upon people since birth.

who cooks the food? nobody does. 'cooking' is not a thing on Gelion (the new name of this Earth) because all food is artificially made and ready to eat. Greens are tasked with purchasing the food with their Gold's currency, but that's about it. if you're especially fancy, you can buy different flavorings or choose how to customize your food. it's not even called food in Gelion; it's referred to as consumables.

so you may be wondering, who makes the food? anything created on Gelion is thanks to the work of techins. you can compare them to our engineers. Techins play a major role in Gelion society and, therefore, only Golds are allowed to become techins.

since most Golds grow up to be ring fighters, those who can't be fighters become techins. Golds who are unable to fight due to disability, or Golds who just suck at fighting. though it may appear otherwise, Golds are not natural born fighters; they are simply born being stronger and faster than Greens.

unlike our society, where you can choose your job based on your passions, Gelion society chooses your job for you, and if you don't fit one job, you're placed into another. Golds who become techins are ostracized in many ways, but still allowed to stay in the upper ranks of society because of what they do.

Gelions don't have cars, exactly, but they do have methods of transportation. instead of cars, they use pods, and these pods travel on roads suspended high in the air, so that the ground is free for people to travel by foot. pods are a public form of transportation; only Goldens are allowed to have their own pods, and their own roads to travel privately on.

who fixes the pods and maintains the roads? techins do.

movies don't exist! you get your entertainment the good ol' fashioned way: public performers (Greens) and gladiator-style battles (Golds). actors are basically pan handlers, putting on a show for whatever currency they can get.

when in their Basics (basically school), Greenies and Golds are both subjected to strict punishments. for Greenies, these punishments tend to focus on public humiliation and repetitive tasks that lead to exhaustion. for Golds, they have much more physical punishments that are part of getting them used to pain, but public humiliation is also a common one. and even worse for a proud Gold.

it should also be noted that punishments for Greenies can be sexual, if they have reached the 'budding age'. which is basically puberty.

the ideal image of a Green, and glorified one, is that of a Green who is totally obedient, loyal, submissive, and always attentive to their Gold or Golden's needs. they don't slip up, and when they do, they are instantly apologetic and willing to do anything to make amends.

'suffering in silence' is a given for any Green; you don't complain to your Gold or Golden ever. that's a privilege reserved for True Greens. but you're allowed to complain to other Greens if there are no Golds around to hear it.

protection is not a Green's responsibility, it's the Gold/Golden's role. Greens are trained to submit and serve, not know anything about combat or even how to wield a weapon. a Gold who expects their Green to defend them would be disgraceful.

so if a Gold was weak enough to be attacked and killed, it would be shameful for their Green to risk their life trying to protect them. the Green is expected to do nothing, unless another Gold/Golden steps in and gives them a command. True Greens are no exception; their job is to keep themselves alive to take care of the children, not risk their life for their Gold/Golden.

i hope that answers your questions! feel free to ask if you have any more. :3

[demondamage]

@medwhumpmay Day 2: Running out of Time

Just words today! No art sorry! Also Ivior is a lot less known buut if you hang with me on discord you may recognize the name

Characters: Ko, Ivior, Aziphem (mentioned) Alejo(mentioned

Word count: 1292

CW: Kinda more Lab than Medical whump, threats, mass murder mention

There was a knock at the door.

Nothing good ever came from a knock. Alejo and Haziel knew to let themselves in, and other than them, Ko would typically take visitors elsewhere. People in the lab meant people near Aziphem, people that could hurt his little demon and set back the progress he had made.

He had never cared this deeply for a subject. For as much as a little shit as Aziphem could be, Ko found himself fond of the creature. Protective even. Which was why he had no intent to answer the knocks if they would go away on their own. 

They, of course, did not.

Maybe Haziel had forgotten his keys, Alejo needed him for something, or maybe there were just some papers he needed to sign. Ko knew he wouldn’t be this lucky, but he could hope.

“Doctor Sakamoto. Er, you go by doctor now, right? If I remember the rumors you were more of a healer than a scientist in life, but if that’s what you’re pretending to be I’ll respect it.”

“And if I believed every rumor about you, you’re really lucky you became an angel before the concept of a war crime was legally enforceable.” Ko quipped back, hardly missing a beat. He just- knew who would be there when the knocks refused to leave. “What do you want, Ivior?”

Curly red hair wound its way neatly around the other angel’s freckled face, matching the bright red lips and permanently flushed cheeks as Ivior smiled his almost fanged grin. “Is it too much to ask to see how your research of subject 011 is going? We’re peers, colleagues, two intrepid minds braving a new path through study and science-”

“The last time we talked you were cursing me out and demanding my project get shut down.” Ko interrupted, folding his arms and blocking the doorway. “You have made it very clear you have no care for my search for a cure than to do everything in your power to make it more difficult. As such, no.”

“Oh come on, you know your little passion project’s getting shut down soon enough. You got what, a year? Might as well show me now, while 011’s still yours.”

“The council will review my work in 9 months and 14 days, I am aware. At which time it will be up for an extension if my results prove a reasonable possibility that a cure for the demonic condition exists.”

“Like the last extension they gave you?”

Ko cringed slightly, nose crinkling at Ivior’s hardly subtle reminder that his last review had resulted in a cut in his time, not an extension. “I have high hopes. The current medication combined with the holy water treatments have produced physical and behavioral results. He is less of a threat now to both us and himself. My process works.”

“Your process is both labor and time intensive, hardly the results the council wants.” Ivior leaned forwards, meeting Ko scowl with a smirk. “Besides, we both know your treatment isn’t what made him submit.”

“Cut the shit, why are you here?” 

“Mm there goes that ‘doctor’ attitude, I knew I’d get through to you.” Ivior extended his hand, glass vials clinking between his fingers. “I want samples. You’re right, there is a physical change and I think it may be useful to my research.” 

“No.”

“I’ll get them through the council, you really want to make this difficult? That’s a lot of unneeded paperwork.”

“Good.” Ko snorted. “I hope you curse my name with every form you fill out.”

“Come on.” Ivior sighed, the coy demeanor faltering. “I can be in and out in 5 minutes if you restrain him for me. Doctor Sakamoto… Ko… you know that my research is what is going to end this conflict, return balance to this world. You’re a footnote at best, a fringe idea that maybe helps in the long run. We both want the same thing, no more demons. Help me save the world.”

“I want to cure those suffering of a condition outside of their control, to make their symptoms manageable and help them have a life similar to ours. To create allies where there once were enemies.” A quiet pause, broken only by the ticking of the wall mounted clock. “You want an efficient massacre.”

For once, the notoriously wise mouthed Ivior said nothing. Deciding he did not care to hear any response the other angel could make, Ko continued.

“Assuming those are all for blood, you can fill out forms 417 A-C for each sample. For other tissues you can check my index, I have all necessary forms listed there. If you want to do this in my lab you can fill out form 37-A, or if you want me to bring him to your lab you can fill out 37 B-D as well as the necessary transport forms. File with the council and I will find time for you within 3-5 days based on my schedule. If this is an urgent request you can-”

“Aziphem, that’s 011’s name right.” Ivior interrupted, finally finding his voice.

“That would be correct as far as I am aware.”

“You know what’s going to happen to Aziphem when your project gets shut down?”

“He will be either reassigned or terminated, I am aware. I have had other subjects.” The words felt– fake. Of course Ko knew Aziphem would be executed or taken from him- but the concept failed to realize in his mind. He would be successful. Aziphem would be cured. And - well he planned on continuing his rehabilitation. There was no outcome he could conceive that involved him losing his little demon. 

The concern must have bled into his expression because Ivior’s dark leer returned. 

“That’s right, and if 011 goes back for reassignment, you know who’s getting first pick for him right? He’d be useful for my tests, sure, something is different about him. But- I could just add him to another mass test. He could become just another corpse, pointless. Worth nothing more than the simple joy that I would get from turning your prized pet into just another body on the ground. All your work, just a data point on a graph for my resea-”

The resulting smack echoed off the hall, silencing Ivior as he rubbed his cheek in shock. The loud voices had drawn nosy eyes, peering through peepholes and cracking open office doors to see the bitter rivalry unfolding in the hallways but the slap silenced their hushed whispers.

“You fucking–”

“Hit you. Yes.” Ko shoved Ivior back, the redhead stumbling into the office hallway. “And if you say one more fucking word I will do it again.”

“I’d fucking kill you in a fight.”

“And our master would kill you for even trying.” Ko stepped back into the doorway, closing it except for a crack. “Show up at my door without an appointment again and you’ll be dealing with Alejo, not me.”

“Fuck you!”

The lock clicked before Ivior could pound his fist against the steel, but even the 3 inch door couldn’t muffle his words. 

“You’re running out of fucking time Ko, your cure will fail, and I can’t wait to see how hard you fall for it.”

There was one last kick to the door, Ivior always needed to be dramatic, and Ko finally breathed as he heard the footsteps retreat down the hall. That problem was solved.

But Ivior was right, he was running out of time. And if he couldn’t save Aziphem…

No. He wouldn’t allow that. Ko had planned to give the demon the night off but he couldn’t be so gentle anymore. Time was short, and there was work to be done.

[itsdeniini]

HEEJAY TURN ONS AND TURN OFFS

- a tarot reading ☆ JAKEHOON EDITION

ᰔᩚ n ! O te: i am a self-taught tarot reader, and the interpretations i provide are personal. if anyone would like to share their own insights, i would be more than happy to hear them! please be kind <3

HEESEUNG ᥫ᭡

TURN ONS

1. His primary love language is acts of service, so he feels most loved and valued when his partner takes the initiative to perform a thoughtful act of service that they discovered by actively listening or observing him, especially in situations where the act makes his day easier. This gesture fills him with a desire to give all the throat hugs to this person.

2. He will also get turned on by someone who know how to use their power. Ones that can make him feel so unworthy of them and insignificant (all that in a moment of lust) that Heeseung feels thankful for the chance to even touch them. What's sexy to him about worshipping is power.

3. Having someone who actually plans dates instead of the usual "you pick, no you pick" game. That's a big turn-on for him. It shows they're not just going through the motions. They're putting in the effort to make their time together special. It's like, "Hey, I care about this enough to think it through, to plan something we'll both enjoy."

TURN OFFS

1. Inconsistent attention and affection turn him off. He doesn't stay in situations like that; he moves on. He gets turned on by consistent attention and affection, and by a partner who loves him so much that they go out of their way to show they care. Someone will never have him if they are inconsistent with him.

2. For someone as genuine as Heeseung, dishonesty might be a major turn-off. Sincerity and authenticity seem to be integral parts of his personality, making deceit a stark contrast to his nature. Additionally, a lack of respect could easily sour his impression, as Heeseung values kindness and mutual respect in his interactions.

3. ARROGANCE. His humble demeanor and down-to-earth attitude suggest that he appreciates humility and modesty in others. Someone who displays arrogance or a sense of superiority might find it difficult to connect with him on a deeper level. He refuses to spend any “real” time on people whose pompous attitude and hate is simply a poison on this planet. He would think that they are so wrapped up in their angry rightfullness that they can’t feel the pickle up their rear.

JAY ᥫ᭡

TURN ONS

1. Physical touch. That's the most obvious thing EVER when it comes to him. He would find it enjoyable to stimulate blood flow through scratching, warming up the skin, easing back pain, and increasing sensitivity to physical touch. This all appears to be a feasible approach, as he rarely takes no as a response when he genuinely craves to get what's his.

2. You know what's a major turn-on for Jay? A person who's passionate about something other than work. Tell him about your odd hobbies, your hidden abilities, the things that light you up. Passion is infectious for him. He'd yap about his interests 24/7, hoping that his partner would do the same.

3. Someone with a good hygiene routine is such a turn-on for Jay. Watching them come out of the shower, skin still wet, towel wrapped around the waist, getting themselves moisturized and smelling divine, drives him nuts. Just sitting there monitoring them is kind of a fetish for him.

TURN OFFS

1. He hates closed-mindness. (especially if that's with the goal to project confusion on open minded people) He considers himself a open-minded guy and he SEE’S ALL and is able to connect dots, you would never sneak something behind his back. He'll find out about it anyway and will get mad MAD. He believes that closed-minded individuals restrict their thinking by focusing only on what they want to see, lacking the mental fortitude and bravery to explore beyond.

2. As time passes, he becomes increasingly irritated, frustrated, and disinterested in people who only talk without taking action or following through on their intentions. He's finding himself drawn to individuals who are more aligned with his mindset, which feels refreshing.

3. Overall he gets bored by people so easily. Sometimes all it takes is one wrong comment and he's done wholly with that person. He's sad and thinks he should do better in that aspect, because that may be the cause why new connections are burdensome and puts him on a massive off.

[spooksnett]

WHATS UR LENA ANALYSIS

OKAY OKAY OKAY SO THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG ONE CAUSE I HAVE A LOT TO SAY BUT PUTTING IT INTO WORDS IS DIFFICULT 😭

SPOILERS UNDER CUT

Lena has been working at the OIAR for a good while now. Probably not always in the manager position but she's been around for some time. Before Colin, before Alice. before Amelia and around when Klaus was there (Probably not the manager when Klaus was there but not important) and ofc (now confirmed by ep13) she knows what the OIAR does

The video that gets sent to Gwen has Lena's name titled in the transcript as 'Young Lena' which further proves my point. She's been there a long time. awesome okay.

Was she always this stone cold, very distant and strange woman? I don't think so! We hear real emotion and passion in her tone when she says to Klaus 'you know I do' when talking about something. She was 100% not in charge then and even now, she has higher ups. thats the only time we really hear passion behind her words. Episode 2 when Gwen overhears Lena talking to someone about 'expanding external operations'. she's discussing externals with someone else who doesn't work in the building. She's not chosing which externals get what etc

okay. I truly believe Lena is exactly what the OIAR ever wanted, she is perfect material. Thinking back to Sam's interview in the trailer she mentions how he seems to be a 'bright and socialable young man who works hard' and that she 'would have no need for him'. the OIAR only hires people who are at a rocky place in their lives. I think the same was present when Lena was hired. Lena is the last one standing in whoever her coworkers previously were. you have to remember the OIAR has been around a good while now dating back to Starkwall protection services in 2000 and the magnus insititue even earlier than that. Alice says she THINKS it was made in the 70's. Lena also says 'most people simply move on after 12 months or so' again, she's been there ages if she's seen people come and go like that

Her parallels with Gwen are the next thing I want to talk about. they are complete opposites but I think Lena was exactly the same as Gwen years back. she knows what it's like to work her way up in the OIAR and what 'climbing this particular ladder entails'. so she has climbed up the rankings, probabaly by doing similar things to what Gwen is doing as of now. She says Gwen isnt ready for it. she knows how much shes suffered from it. she's been through so much to get where she is now. her 'did you scream? you should, it can help with the more afronting aspects' is throwing it in our face. she used to (maybe still is) being face to face with these horrors. she knows what it was like. and back to what she says to Klaus, it really doesn't look like she's ever got a say in this, similar to Gwen now.

my main thing I've analysed over Lena is her psychological state. she isn't your typical serious, emotionless character. she's not that at all cause she CAN have some uniqueness to her words, when she chuckled slightly at Gwen etc etc

she isn't emotionless (or evil) but she is very very detached. She is so emotionally detached from everything. she's had to detach her thoughts and feelings over the years to cope. Alice always mentions how you need to not care in this job and just not pay attention, I think that same goes for Lena

she's perfect for the job because she's so good at 'not caring'. After so many years of experiencing this stuff she probably built up a sort of immunity to it to keep herself safe. and she doesn't seem to care anymore. she has no thoughts or passion behind anything she does or says. She's so numb to it all and she's sacrificed part of herself to probably survive this whole thing. the OIAR only wants people who doesn't care about what happens and just gets it done. Gwen was freaking out when talking about Mr bonzo and Lena was speaking as if it was an everyday occurrence. even if you have seen supernatural stuff before, you don't react like that. That is such a traumatic response way of speaking. Her accepting that this is just how it is, is not good at all. she's been through hell guys I'm telling you

she's also in the manager position but she doesn't seem to use her authority too much. she uses it a normal amount but nothing that you'd expect. it's strange?

small unrelated to the actual story thing:

but in the cast q&a whenever Lena is mentioned everyone always says either 'unknown' or 'she doesn't'

it really seems like she has no depth to her at all. she threw any defining traits she had out the window

My theory on Lena as a whole is that subconsciously she became exactly what the OIAR wanted and now she's too far gone. She wasn't always like this but after so many years it's basically routine for her now. she doesn't want to hurt people and 'manage' the externals as she put it but she either just doesn't care anymore, or is acutely aware of what happens if she doesn't do her job correctly. maybe both. she's been almost brainwashed into thinking this is normal for the OIAR

I really want to know why and when Lena joined the OIAR. how she became manager etc etc and I really hope I can piece things together over time. she means so much to me. I don't think she's this evil spooky boss, I think she's just so emotionally numb and detached that she just doesnt know what to do with herself anymore

LAST THING

When Gwen is talking about Mr Bonzo in Episode 9 Lena goes "Possibly, I don't watch television"

Gwen was specifically talking about how she watched Mr bonzo as a kid all the time. Nigels SOS was huuuggeee back then

Lena was either lying I suppose? (I don't see why she would) or genuinely she didn't even watch TV as a kid (Lena is older than Gwen but still SOS was around a while and even if Lena was in her teen years she'd still be aware of it on TV)

Did Lena really never watch TV in her childhood at all? that's concerning to say the least about her backstory! maybe she couldnt catch a break in her childhood either

ANYWAY YEAH I THINK IVE GOT MOST OF WHAT I WANTED TO SAY INTO WORDS. THANK YOU FOR READING IF YOU DID :D I MIGHT BE WRONG BUT THATS WHAT IVE GOT OFF THE LITTLE WE GET OF HER

I love lena kelley 🥰

[formereldestdaughter]

ok wait i need to hear more of your thoughts on peeta owning a bakery....

This is one of those rare times where I’m pretty sure this anon isn’t someone I know personally bc I’ve subjected anyone who will listen to my rant about the Peeta Bakery Headcanon. Anyway, you’re gonna regret asking this anon bc there are fucking Layers here.

I know this is probably a controversial take based on the number of fics where I’ve seen it, but I simply do not think that Peeta would open a commercial bakery after Mockingjay!! Like on a metatextual level, I don’t think it really fits with the point of the ending of the series. It actually sort of fascinates me that it’s just such a common headcanon because the ending of Mockingjay is exceedingly vague. I think that vagueness invites us, as readers, to imagine a better world post-revolution. A world where Katniss would feel confident that her children would be safe from injustice, where she’d feel confident that her children would never know want the way she did as a child. A just world. A kinder world. Can a capitalist society ever be just? Is a capitalist society where a disabled teenager has no other means to subsist himself (or feels like there’s no other way he can be a contributing member of his community) really the post-revolution world we dream of? Is that really the best we can imagine?

(This got so insanely long I’m adding a read more lmao)

I get that showing a better world is not always the point of post-mockingjay headcanons/fics. Like there are plenty of really great post-mockingjay fics I’ve seen where, yeah, part of the fic is that society like ISN’T all that different or all that much better. I’ve seen that really well done! Hell, I’ve written them myself! It’s easy to imagine how a lot of aspects of society would not get an overhaul, a lot of the same structural inequalities would continue to exist. One headcanon that really stuck with me (I can’t remember which fic it was from) was that Peeta sells basically mail order baked goods to people on the Capitol, sending them iced cakes and pastries by train, because there are still people who were “fans” of theirs during the Games. And idk this doesn’t actually have much to do with my point lol but I liked it because it’s kind of fucked up and like! Yeah! It makes sense! If he needed money that would be a good way to make it! War often makes people rich, often for horrible reasons, and often it’s people who already have capital in the first place.

Anyway, more about the hypothetical bakery because alright. I bring up the fact that “yeah society not being all that different post-revolution and still being an unjust capitalist hellscape” could be a reason why Peeta re-opens a bakery because that’s actually never the types of fics where I see the bakery headcanon. Fics where Peeta opens a bakery are usually trying to make the exact opposite point. Like. Things are getting better, now he can open a bakery! Look at how much better the world is now, plus he’s got a bakery! Peeta is healing, that’s why he can open a bakery now! And I am so, so sorry to inform everyone who’s never had the grave misfortune of owning a family business, but there is truly nothing further from the truth lmao. Like just putting aside the immense amount of emotional baggage that Peeta has about his family, running a small business is an insane amount of work in any context and being a baker especially is physically grueling and involves early hours (and long hours) that aren’t really the best fit with the multiple ways that Peeta is disabled now. (I could go into this more because I have a lot of thoughts. But I will spare you.). I also think it’s seen throughout the books that Peeta is someone who needs time to pursue creative outlets to process his feelings and someone who values leisure and values quality time with his loved ones. And having grown up in his family’s bakery, I think he’d understand the reality that running a bakery wouldn’t leave much space of those pursuits and wouldn’t leave much space for him to have the things that keep him healthy and stable. I think he’d know that the way he is now— after two Games and the war and unspeakable torture at the hands of a dictator—isn’t compatible with the lifestyle necessary for running a commercial bakery.

And tbh with that in mind, I don’t think he’d push himself to re-open a business (one that would be a constant reminder of his dead family and his complicated relationships with them that got no closure) that would require him to sacrifice his physical and emotional well-being. Like I think he might look into the possibility, I think he might even start trying to open a bakery out of a sense of obligation/duty, maybe harboring some idea that this is who he was supposed to be, who he would've been without the Games, or that it’s this last piece of his family that can live on, or that it’s this last connection to his family so he can’t let it die too. But ultimately, I think any attempt to open a bakery wouldn’t get very far. Maybe he'd start wading into the logistical nightmare that is small business ownership and realize it's not for him (because it's probably also true that as much as him and his brothers were involved in the business, there's almost certainly parts they weren't involved with and didn't see, i.e., filing taxes). Or maybe looking into opening a bakery— how triggering it is, the stress of it— causes a downward spiral. Maybe he hates how much he's worrying everyone by unraveling. Maybe having a breakdown from the stress of just trying to open a bakery makes him realize, yeah, maybe in another life he would have ran his family’s bakery but the way he is now just doesn’t work with running a bakery, not without great sacrifices he's not willing to make. I just can’t see a bakery coming to fruition.

I know a lot of fics include Peeta deciding to reopen a bakery as a big step in his healing or include him rebuilding a bakery as part of his healing process but honestly, I think the opposite would be more true: I think Peeta either trying/failing to open a bakery or ultimately deciding not to open a bakery would be hugely healing for him. I think it would be a huge part of him accepting the way he is now as a person, his new limitations but also his strengths. I think it would be a huge part of him accepting the way his life his now and accepting that he likes his life the way it is, that he’s satisfied with his life without needing to own a bakery. I think it would be an important part of him coming to terms with the loss of his family. I think he knows he can never have things back as they were and I don’t think he would try to recreate them, especially because his family’s legacy isn’t a business. I think he’s emotionally intelligent enough and self reflective enough to realize that what mattered to him about the bakery— taking care of others by feeding them, being integrated into his community and being actively involved in it, brightening people’s days with delightful things whether that’s beautiful cakes or hearty food or delicious treats— and the things he learned from his family through the bakery, are things that he can carry on in other meaningful ways.

(Do you regret sending this ask yet, anon? Because if not, you will soon. I’m not done yet. There’s more.)

I wasn’t really sure where to put this next part in what is rapidly becoming an essay because it sort of combines the points about like “what do we imagine a post-mockingjay society to look like” with the practical difficulties of starting this bakery but here’s another thing: do people really think that the Mellarks owned the land the bakery was on?? Like, sure, the merchants are the petit bourgeois of Twelve but I still don’t imagine they really own anything. In a society where houses are assigned to people upon marriage, where property ownership and capital are so closely interconnected with citizenship (as shown by the Plinths who, by having immense capital, are able to leave their District and become citizens of the Capitol) do people really think the Mellarks would be allowed to own the land their bakery is on?? I always imagined it sort of like a tenant farming situation: the Capitol gives them the raw materials for the bakery and in return the bakery give them some absurdly high portion of their profits, or the Capitol sells them a year’s supply of raw materials at a premium on credit and at the end of the year the Mellarks have to use the money they made with those materials to pay it back, except it’s never enough to turn a profit so they always have to buy next year’s materials on credit and the cycle continues.

We (understandably) get a really skewed view of the merchant class through Katniss’s perspective so I can see why people come to the conclusion that his family owned the property and, as the last surviving member, he would’ve inherited it. I’ve seen the inheritance thing in fics a lot or a hand wavey “well Twelve was decimated to no one owns anything anymore so it can be his” or even like an almost sort of reparations type situation where he’s entitled to the land as a surviving refugee of Twelve. But I don’t know. I guess I don’t think it fits with everything else we know about Panem that the Mellarks would’ve owned that land and I think the question of whether the government would’ve let him take ownership of the land post-revolution brings up a lot of issues about the structure of society post-Mockingjay that I find more interesting to explore in other ways, especially when, from an emotional perspective, 1) I find the idea of Peeta not opening a bakery more compelling and 2) I don’t think it really fits his character arc by the end of Mockingjay to reopen a bakery, as I went on about at length above lol.

On the flip side: literally who cares!! Do whatever you want!! Headcanon whatever you want!! I get why people go for the bakery!! It’s fun, it’s wholesome, it’s a built in bakery AU that isn’t even an AU. It doesn’t matter if it’s practical or realistic!! It doesn’t need to be practical or realistic!! It’s fanfic of a dystopian YA series!! My unfortunate affliction is that I grew up in a family that owned a restaurant and that I have multiple degrees in the social sciences so I can’t see the bakery without being like “What about the overheard? What about the start up costs? Who’s spending long nights balancing the books? Is Peeta covering shifts when an employee calls in sick? Is Peeta the sole person working there until the bakery is open long enough (often a year or more) to start turning a profit? How does that sleep schedule work with his nightmares? How does that work with Katniss’s nightmares? What happens when he has an episode and suddenly needs to take the day off before he has any employees? Does the bakery just remain closed for the day? Can the profit margins withstand regular unexpected closures? Can the supplies withstand regular unexpected closures?” And if the answer is “Elliott none of those things matter he’s not doing the bakery because he needs the money but because he wants to”, then my question is why does he want to? Does he not get the same sort of satisfaction out of feeding his loved ones? Doesn’t Peeta seem like someone who would rather give away baked goods than sell them?? Doesn’t Peeta seem like someone who would prefer to make cakes for people’s special occasions upon and then when they insist on paying him for it, he only lets them “pay for the ingredients” which actually cost significantly more than he says they did??

So yeah my point is that it’s a matter of personal taste! It doesn’t fit the way I see the series but that doesn’t mean it’s like wrong, I’m not an authority on Peeta lmao.

It’s also a matter of personal taste in the sense that I find the themes that most resonate with me at the end of Mockingjay (and the end of Peeta’s arc specifically) more interesting to explore in other ways. Grief, living with loss, relearning yourself, finding hope, figuring out your place in a dramatically different world when you don’t even know who you are anymore, healing, building a new life after such complete and total destruction of your old life— those are all things I find compelling about the end of Mockingjay but for me the bakery isn’t the most compelling way to explore them.

Not to say I find the concept of the bakery totally uninteresting. I have this fic about Johanna that I’ll probably never finish where the point sort of is that, yeah, her life really isn’t all that much better after the war. It’s been years at this point and she’s still miserable and she doesn’t know how to be a person but by the end she’s trying to figure it out. And towards the end, Peeta tells her that he’s spent years sort of passively, half-heartedly trying to figure out how to inherit the land his family’s bakery was on, only to find out it was never theirs in the first place. They’d been renting it the whole time and he’d never even known as a kid. So he sort of passively, half-heartedly went on another wild goose chase to find the owner and now, finally, after years of writing to various government agencies and being sent in circles and things being barely functional, he’s managed to track down the owner. Now it’s owned by the daughter of the man who owned it when he was a kid because the original owner (who was likely up to some sketchy war crime shit) died during the war and she inherited it (the irony…). He got in contact with her and asked how much it would take for her to sell it and she told him she’s not interested in selling but in light of the situation, in light of the fact that he’d have to build a new building in order to operate a bakery, that she’d cut him a deal— she’d only require 50% of the bakery’s profits as rent instead of the 80% his family used to pay. And of course Johanna is outraged, that’s not right, the owner shouldn’t be allowed to do that, they should do something about it, they should fight back. And Peeta is like. Not interested. He was actually sort of relieved that opening wasn’t very feasible. Getting the answer was a lightbulb moment where he saw that over the years of trying to look into this, he’s built a life that he likes— one where he’s stable, where his loved ones are stable, where he’s cared for and can care for others— and he doesn’t really want to change it drastically by opening a bakery anyway. He just needed an answer, one way or another, before he could get some closure and move on. (And the point of the conversation is Johanna is having her own lightbulb moment that it’s okay to move on, it’s okay to change, it’s not a betrayal of the people and things she’s lost but that’s not my point here!!).

But anyway. That’s obviously not about running the bakery— it’s about the choice to not run one.

Anyway!! Anyway… are you satisfied anon? Is this what you wanted?

Lastly, here is my most important qualm with the bakery headcanon: must Peeta be gainfully employed? Is it not enough for him to be Katniss’s boytoy? Can’t he just paint and garden and bake and hang out with his girlfriend all day? Is that really too much to ask?

[cat-downthestreet]

can HSR and HI3 players please just stop with picking on Genshin players already? we all like Hoyoverse, there is literally no reason to trash on the other games to try and get people to play your favorites. if anything you've only made Genshin players avoid HSR and HI3. you've accomplished nothing.

this post is not about the rewards players of each game get, I'm only talking about the Hoyoverse fans who trash on Genshin just because they think the other games are soooo much better and their opinions are better than "those stupid Genshin players'"

seriously, stfu. it's a game. if you don't like it don't bully people who do. and especially don't follow it up with "my favorite game is better" 😐

[menfenced]

"Biden is only trying to get aid to Palestine and asking for a ceasefire as a PR move to get re-elected."

Uh.... Yeah.

Duh.

That was kind of the ENTIRE point of every US protest asking for him to do those things.

Protestors were literally saying, "Hey, help Palestine or we're not going to vote for you."

And what? Now you're fucking mad that he is starting to listen? Your mad that the protests are working? You're mad that Biden is doing the thing you told him to because he's afraid that we'll all do the thing we threatened to do if he doesn't?

I just... I legitimately do not understand what these people want.

Do you want Trump as president? Because he's sure as hell not going to help Palestine. You want the guy who's doubling down on his support for Netanyahu in office? No. You don't.

Do you want someone who isn't Biden OR Trump in office? Welcome to the fucking club. Do you happen to have ANY candidate who has pledged to do ANYTHING to help Palestine AND who has any hope of beating Trump? No? Then this isn't an option. Find a new plan.

Do you want to pressure Biden into doing what the majority of Democrats want him to do and supporting Palestine? (i.e. the ONLY plan that has any hope of actual success?) Well congrats. It's working. WHY ARE YOU MAD ABOUT THAT?

I don't give two shits about Biden's moral purity. He's not my grandpa. Not my problem. I don't care what he personally feels about the situation in Palestine. I do care about him putting his political power behind ending a genocide, and if we as the citizenry have to actually put OUR political power to use to force his hand, that's fine too. That means the system is working. That means that even when we don't have the ideal candidate, our voices can still be heard.

WHY ARE YOU MAD ABOUT THAT?

[caffeinatedopossum]

Sometimes I wonder if being raised in a cult gave me a unique ability to spot bullshit. Like at some point, I had to learn that everything I believed and everything that everyone around me believed was utter bullhsit. And the reasons for us needing to believe those things were almost worse.

But then once I left, I realized so were many of the beliefs that everyone else has. Supposed 'opposing' beliefs were never actually that different from one another. There's no reason for a lot of the stuff people do and even more bad reasons for doing other things. Like why is school the way that it is? There's so many problems with it and a lot of people recognize this yet dropping out is still seen as an awful, terrible thing to do- something that will set you up for a life of failure- even though that hardly reflects reality.

I could go on about this for hours but I'm sick and I feel like this thought still needs to microwave in my brain a little longer

[kuroosweakness]

THIS !!! dw . i have been working on a fic like this for awhile so when it drops i’ll let you know asap 🤭 i was giggling over these tags pls ur so RIGHT !!! he would shake his hair like a dog and just splash water everywhere LMAO then have the audacity to smirk when the droplets hit you >_< !!! he’s a menace <3

hehehe i’ll be refreshing your page 24/7 for the fic 🤭 can’t waittt!! (no pressure ofc, and it’s totally fine if you abandon it later i’ve abandoned so many fics that ived started 😭)

aaaaah but imagine the droplets from his hair getting in your eye, and you scrunch up your face. he notices so he’s like “let me get that for, baby” and uses his thumb to wipe off the water on your face as if he wasn’t the one that got it on there in the first place!! ugh he’s so frustratingly hot

heheheeheh this scenario has me giggling nonstop!!

[the-trans-dragon]

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[the-joy-of-knowledge]

25 Laws of power for women

Conceal your goals especially the ones that are appealing. Losing weight, reinventing yourself, marrying wealthy. Instead talk about your altruistic goals - to help children, invest in education, this will chase insecure people with vile intentions.

Do not give anyone your source of power: Was is a book that changed your life? a mentor? a movie? Never give up your secret to success. If forced to do say allude to God, the universe, the a random phenomenon

Use the patriarchy to your favor; we live in a world that is, only associate with men who have power, use that power for good.

Never appear too perfect but be selectively vulnerable when needed. Only share something that you will be comfortable saying. You might say “I forget my keys all the time,” “I don’t know how to perfectly park a car “. But never disclose something you are not comfortable with just because you are afraid of being perfect.

Maintain distance in relationships. Friends are the best and you need them. But if you feel that they are becoming too dependent, see them at your own will. But also the reverse could be the case. Your friend may keep a distance, and that is the way of life. You have got to move on from it.

Develop your own style that makes you unique, beautiful, and elegant. Avoid trying to fit in the crowd of people who claim to care less about their style yet have too many opinions about other women’s style

Avoid male friends at all cost, you will have male colleagues, male bosses, male acquaintances, business partners. Keep it that way. You do not want a Truman Capote divulging your secrets to the world. Do not keep a man who does not fit your standard.

You do not have to win at every game. Pick and choose what is best for you and leave room for others. And step down if you have attained that level of success, do not let the society do it for you.

Trust people but remember that we are all humans. So trust with discretion!

Confuse people with kindness; people are not always comfortable with beautiful and intelligent women. That power is too intimidating so confuse them by being genuinely generous, curious, kind, and passionate.

Keep your strong opinions to yourself.. if you support a movement, a way of life, do so silently.

We all have dirty laundry, wash them privately, don’t expose yourself. Remain silent when people try to attack you or shame you. Whatever is not confirmed is not true. You are the only one who knows all the truth about you.

Don’t attract pity or praise: People who pity you do not help you, in fact they might think that you are weak and could mock you at their annual gossipping meeting. And if you are doing things for the sake of praise you are wasting your time.

Choose yourself all the time; never put any one’s feelings above yours.

Trust your own intuition if you feel someone is being malicious towards you, giving you back handed compliments then you should let them go

Never speak bad of another woman. Do not lazy around gossipping. Keep your hands clean and your conscience clear.

Avoid women with low self esteem they will bring you down. For some reason they do not like seeing other women who are doing better than them

Be careful who you seek validation from. Not everyone needs to be pleased. If they are in no way capable of contributing to your life in the ways you prefer, then don’t ask them for their opinions or please them.

Do not compete with other women, if you do you are only putting them on a pedestal. You are making the the standard by which you measure your progress. If you do compete, begin digging your grave.

Do not give unsolicited advice, do not share the inner workings of your mind, If your mouth is very charitable you better start journaling.

Be well-rounded and interesting. It attracts people. It also keeps you busy because you are continually improving and learning. An idle mind is an easily subdued one.

Avoid women who want to live vicariously through you; they want to know who you know, shop where you shop, befriend who you befriend, wear what you wear.

Pay attention to the source of your discomfort; get rid of them. You tell them your dreams and they remind you of all your hindrances. They ask why are you dressed so fancy as though fancy isn’t subjective. They undermine you interests and goals. They will also be quick to bring you down because they are afraid of your potential.

Do not fear power or please power. When we see powerful people we try to hard to befriend them, to be close to them but you need to be comfortable without them. Don’t push yourself in the name of friendship, do not try too hard to be in their inner circle. Your independence of mind is the most important. Instead become a powerful woman, aloof to the presence of power but aware of its importance. Be an ingenious and intelligent and use your creativity to uplift yourself. When you do so it will be hard to ignore you. Even the powerful will become an ally.

Enjoy moments of solitude. Use that time to develop yourself, improve your body, learn new skills, create with your mind, read widely, become more elegant, then launch yourself.

Remember the most powerful women are the most intelligent. Inspired by Robert Greene's 48 Laws of Power. Use at your discretion.