#this one had to be a read more sorrryyyyyy

[parmahamlarrie]

Welcome back to another post for the directory of fic recs on my blog! If you would like a specific theme or trope, let me know! If you would like me to reblog your fic, submit it here and I will add it to the queue! **This post will be updated as I have more fics in this theme to recommend!**

the most domestic husbands series || trackfive || 223.5k Canon, Ficlets, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Dicked Down in Europe || @greeneyesfriedrice || 40.4k Canon, Established Relationship, Travel

Casting Lines Series || ashavahishta || 27k Canon, KidFic, Future Fic

a picture of love, that’s this house || theprincessd || 13.5k KidFic, Domestic Fluff, Canon

stop the world (‘cause I wanna get off with you) || @thedevilinmybrain || 12.3k Canon Compliant, 1D Band Days, Porn with Plot

Mercedes Boy Series || @kingsofeverything || 11.7k Canon, Established Relationship, Snapshots

To Wear Your Love Series || @haztobegood || 10.8k Canon, Dom Louis, Sub Harry, Pretty much PWP

12 Pearls for 12 Years || 5secsoflarry || 6.7k  Canon, Established Relationship, D/S Dynamic, Collaring

Only Thing That Can Quench My Thirst || eyesofshinigami || 6.5k Canon, Essentially PWP

With You I Am Never Alone || LiveLaughLoveLarry || 6.2k Thanksgiving, Canon

Garden of Eden || superglass || 6.1k Established Relationship, Canon, Lots of Weed, Religion Discussions Your Ink, My Skin || @larry-hiatus || 6.1k Canon, Finger Tattoos, Dom/Sub

Missing You || @canonlarry || 6k Canon, Future Fic, Kidfic, Christmas, Humor

it’s you I want to take apart || orphan_account || 5.9k Canon, Established Relationship, Make Up, Soft

She Feels So Good || zedi || 4.1k Canon, Genderqueer Harry, Daddy Kink

whatever chains are holding you back || @lookslikefairytale || 4.1k Canon, XFactor Judge Louis, Coming Out

powerless (and I don't care) || @voulezloux || 4k Canon, Dom/Sub, Post FITFWT, Rough Sex, PWP, Daddy Kink

The Wrath of Gucci || louisunflower6 || 3.7k   Canon, Just fluffy, Some domestic bliss

Mon Petit || coffinofachimera || 3.5k Canon, Dom/Sub, Exhibitionism, Mile High Club

Just for you || @gaycousinlarry || 3.1k Canon, Fluff, Comfort

Pimp it! || @teamlouis2022 || 3k Established Relationship, Canon, Pwp

To boyfriends everywhere - Fuck you || Rosa_000 || 3k Canon, Drunk Harry, Established Relationship, Humor

Let Me Take Care Of You || @tommokat || 2.9k Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship

living love in slow motion || ashavahishta || 2.7k Canon, Fluff, Domesticity

is my baby not satisfied? || @greeneyesfriedrice || 2.6k Canon, Knuckle Tattoos, Pwp

Advent Drabbles || @berzerkshires || 2.5k Canon, Christmas, Fun/Fluff/Humor/Mild Smut

Do you think I’m cool || @sadaveniren || 2.2k Wankfest, Canon, Dom/Sub, Long Distance

I was born like this, don’t even gotta try || @cyantific || 1.7k Domestic Fluff, PWP, Canon

written all over your face || rebarboa || 1.6k Established Relationship, Canon, Humor and Smut

Lovely, made from love || userkant || 1.4k  Canon, Harry wants a baby

Wrap Your Legs Around Me || @evilovesyou || >1k Canon, Fluff, 2 Week Rule

[edenfenixblogs]

hey, gentile here. just came across this post of yours and, first of all- it's SUPERB. it showed me a perspective on being a jewish ally that i really wouldn't ever have considered by myself, made me more confident in my choice to put combating jew-hatred above the friendships I've recently lost, and gave me a really useful direction on where to go as an ally to jewish people onwards. that being said, there's a few details about it I'd like to press you about, if it's not too much trouble.

this point is probably worthy of an eyeroll as i'm a culturally christian atheist (making a concious effort to not be *that* kind of atheist), but: when you refer to G-d as the creator of all things, you stress that that includes evil- but that, in so doing, G-d is not evil themself. now, I'm asking this with the express purpose of you correcting me, so: why does this G-d- as a G-d fundamentally distinct from the Christian conception of God as a Super-Mega-Ultra-Perfect God Who Can Do No Wrong Ever- create evil? i, personally, have been led to believe by @/spacelazarwolf that it is simply because G-d, too, makes mistakes just like any human being, but the way you worded it in this paragraph (which I've included as a screenshot below) had me interpret G-d creating evil as a concious, intentional action. did i just not read it correctly? and, if i didn't, then is the reason G-d creates evil part of this central struggle you went in detail into in the same paragraph, and as such, a very individual part of Jewish belief that no two jews agree on? and if that is so, would you be comfortable with sharing your version of it?

a few paragraphs after that one, you dedicated many words to make it absolutely crystal clear that, in the process of unlearning and combating jew-hatred in the society around me, i should, in spite of the vitriol that they propagate, love the former friends i lost to antisemitism. how- and *why* should i love the people who, on an early october 8th morning, actively celebrated the news of a massacre of Israeli civilians? who mocked- and still mock- the survivors and the families of hostages? who wield the memory of the holocaust as a baton against Jewish people's right to self defense? who deify terror groups who are up to their necks in atrocities? who make an active effort to spit on the face of *reality?* How could i possibly look at the face of a friend who chose allegiance to a terrorist group she did not even know existed four months ago over me- who she had actively interacted with for much longer?

would you rather we called ourselves "gentiles" or "goyim?" I've been calling myself a gentile for the longest time because i see jamming a word from a language i don't speak at all in an otherwise english sentence to be disrespectful and constitute appropriation, but you and other jumblr blogs have given me the impression that that is not the case. furthermore- i believe it was @/bambahalva who pointed out the usage of the word "gentile" in antisemitic segregation policies.

that is all- i hope this message finds you well. oh, yeah one more thing- what do you think of The Forward news network? i came across them by chance and next thing i knew I'd gotten into their newsletter.

WARNING: I HAVE FINISHED WRITING THIS AND IT'S LONGER THAN I EXPECTED AND ALSO MORE JEWISH THAN I EXPECTED LOL! I have done the most Jewish possible thing I could do and answered all of your questions with questions. I'm sorrryyyyyy! This is what happens when you grow up surrounded by rabbis and future rabbis! LMAOO

Oooh! What a good ask! I love this ask. OK, so! Let's go in order.

First of all, thank you so much for your kind words. And thanking you for backing your words with the action of prioritizing kindness over hatred. It matters. More than I can ever explain. Thank you.

You know, it's funny. People ask me a lot of questions about i/p that they think will have simple and straightforward answers that just don't. And I end up writing a lot of essays because of this. The questions you wrote me seem like they should be complex, but feel relatively straightforward to me.

Now, to your first bullet point: I don't know. I truly do not know. I think that G-d is fundamentally just...G-d, and in so being, G-d is truly unknowable to me. I think many Jews have many different interpretations on why G-d creates evil. I'm no rabbi, but one of my BFFs is and so is her mother and great grandfather. That doesn't give me any kind of authority. It just means I've spent a lot of time thinking about theological questions like this. As for my perspective, I'm a progressive/reform Jew, not a humanistic Jew. I do actually believe in G-d, but I vibe with the community philosophies of Humanistic Judaism a lot. So that's the perspective I'm coming from here:

I'm not a particular fan of the Book of Job, because I think it gets twisted and interpreted in Christian ways more than most Hebrew books and it can too easily be twisted into a "Don't question G-d, because G-d is perfect" narrative that I find to be fundamentally at odds with how I practice Judaism. Also, it's just a very sad story about how a good and kind man lost everything, and it makes me sad to think about. HOWEVER, that traditional "Don't question G-d" narrative is not how I learned to think about that book. The way I learned it, I believe the Book of Job describes this issue most explicitly. After Job loses everything he holds dear and talks to all his friends and begs again and again "Why? Why did G-d do this to me? Why would G-d do this to me when I'm a good person?" And basically G-d hears everyone answering for G-d with various reasons, "Maybe you were bad." "Maybe you should make an offering" Maybe this. Maybe that. And eventually G-d responds from within a storm (paraphrased of course) 'Why the fuck do you think it's your business to know? I made the whole universe! I made everything you see. I made the world that gave you your family in your first place. Why do you think you get to question my motives?'

The way I always interpreted that is: I don't fricking know! It's not really my business. What am I gonna do? Stop G-d? How does my knowing why G-d creates evil help anything? It doesn't mean we don't question G-d. It means we should instead focus on what we CAN control. I can't make 10/7/2023 not happen any more than I could stop The Holocaust or form an ocean. That's divine business, not human business. What I CAN do is make the world better now. What use is it challenging things that we cannot change? Things that are in the past? What's the point of asking why bad things happen when we can instead focus on stopping more bad things from happening. G-d named us his people when Abraham fought with G-d to stop the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. Abraham repeatedly asked, "But are you sure? But what if there are 100 good people? 50 good people? 10 good people?" And G-d kept responding, basically, 'I mean, there aren't. I know this cuz of how I'm G-d and know all the things. But knock yourself out looking.' My interpretation of this was that G-d doesn't get mad when we do our utmost to help our fellow human beings. G-d gets mad when we waste our energy that we could be using to help our fellow man to instead be angry and rage futilely against the past. I say this as someone with PTSD as someone who attempted to stop a tragedy from occuring and failed and can never understand why. What informs my trauma and what makes it so hard to get past isn't that G-d allowed it to happen. It's that people did. It's that I begged for help before it happened--over and over and over to dozens of adults in various positions of authority in order to prevent this terrible thing from happening (no, I will not now or ever disclose what that thing is). And all the people who could have helped failed me, and now two people are dead. Because someone did an evil, evil thing. And a bunch of other people let it happen. I'm not mad at G-d. I'm mad at people. And yet, I also know that hating people and finding reasons to dismiss them and despise them is what leads to more tragedies like that happening. So, despite my rage, truly the only thing to do is to love people. It's the only that helps. It's the only thing that repairs the world. It's the only thing that we can control. So, in short, my answer to "Why does G-d create evil?" is "Why should I spend my valuable time on earth trying to answer that question when, instead, I can spend that same exact amount of time asking millions of people, 'How can I help? What's wrong, and how can I help make any part of it better?'?" We don't need to understand G-d to make the world a better place. I'm fine leaving G-d stuff to G-d and spending my time on the human stuff.

Now, your second bullet point. Love their souls. You don't have to love what they've done. But they are human beings, as are we all. I think this can also easily be twisted into the Christian framework of "Hate the sin, love the sinner," but that's not what I mean at all. People's evil deeds are a part of them. They need to take responsibility. There is no divine absolution for crimes that people do unto each other in Judaism. If you harm a person, G-d cannot forgive you for that. Only the person or people you harmed can forgive you. And to a certain degree, we are all defined by our actions toward others. And so, no. I do not forgive the terrorists who woke up and decided to kill a bunch of Israelis and Israeli-adjacent humans. I do not forgive those who celebrate the deaths of Israelis because of some misguided sense of justice. I do not forgive the people who continue to send me hatred and death threats day after day after day after day. And I do not love the parts of them that did and do those horrible, unforgivable things. But my goodness. They were babies once. They either had parents who love(d) them, which is so sad, because they have this life of love and they chose instead to fill it with so much hate. Or they didn't have any parents or loved ones or anyone to guide them and, my goodness. That is so sad. How terrifying and alone that must feel. Maybe they have friends and family who love them and are instead wasting their precious time on this planet directing their energy at raging against me and 15 million other Jews they've never met. Or maybe they don't have anyone who loves them and they think that hating me and harming me will bring them some sense of purpose and joy. What a horrid way to live.

My Grandpa died last year. I have a wonderful family for whom I'm very grateful, and I even have good memories with my Grandpa. But he was not a good person. He came from an abusive home, and weaponized that abuse on his loved ones until he drove them all away. He was a narcissist. Not in the pop psychology sense. But in the actual clinical sense. He ruined every relationship that ever mattered to him--personal and professional. And in the end, because of his own actions, he died alone. He had pushed everyone so far (often with legal threats and action) that when he died, he laid on a slab for weeks because nobody could figure out who to call, because he had no one left. (For reference, Jewish burials are supposed to happen rather quickly and two weeks is...not good.) He was the only person in his generation who was not born in Israel--my family on his side has lived in Israel since looooong before even the British Mandate and he was the only person in his family born and raised in the US. As far as we can tell, the family on that side has been in Israel for as long as Jews have existed. He was religious. And while I've never been to Israel or met any of my family there, he did go. And he kept in touch with his relatives there before driving them away too. He was a wealthy man, but convinced himself that everyone only wanted him for his money and then decided to horde it instead. He left nothing to his children or to me. He left all his money in an endowment to his university--a place that uses that money to fund anti-Israel organizations now. He died alone, without his family that lived nearby, and with a legacy that will now cause active harm to the family that lived far away. He could have died surrounded by the loved ones from around the world who wanted nothing more than to be near him and loved by him. His story is a tragedy. The story of every person who chooses hatred over love is a tragedy. The story of someone who woke up and chose to murder others or to delight in the death of others is a tragedy. I love the soul in the center of these people. I loved my grandfather. I could not be around him. I cannot forgive some of the things he said and did. But I love the person he could have been. I love the part of him that gave me some good memories. I love the family he gave to me.

No, we do not all need to love or forgive those who have wronged us or terrorized us or murdered our loved ones. But that is different from mourning a human soul. From loving the potential of a human soul to do good in the world, and mourning the loss of that soul and its potential. Every human being--every single one no matter what they have done in their lives--has the potential to create goodness and make the world a better place. Every moment of every single day is a new chance to meet that challenge and do our best. Sure, not all of us have it in us to try our best every single moment. Sometimes life is hard and we're sad and tired and hungry and angry. And that's ok, because we have tomorrow, and an hour from now, and a minute from now. But the moment someone chooses to take action and decides that action should be to cause another harm or celebrate the harm that was caused? That's a tragedy. And when a life is extinguished, that is a life that loses its potential to try again and do better. We shouldn't love people because we deem them worthy of love. We should love people because they are people. And so are we. And how wonderful is that? I could choose to hate them. It would be so easy! But why should I do that? What do I gain? What do they gain? And isn't it so wonderful that I chose to love instead? And isn't it so wonderful that you can, too?

As for your final bullet point: I have no preference. I say goyim cuz it's easier for me. Goy/gentile/non-Jew are all fine to me. I have some icky feelings about the word gentile for a variety of linguistic reasons I won't bore you with. But some other people don't like when non-Jews appropriate Yiddish words. Others (including me) find it wonderful when non-Jews call themselves goyim. All my closest non-Jewish people call themselves goyim, including my sister! Non-jew is the most neutral in English and least likely to offend anyone. But it still separates Jews as an other whereas "goy" is a way to distinguishing yourself from Jews while also being an acknowledgment of our culture. As far as I'm concerned as long as a goy is being a goy (ally, positive) rather than a goy (derogatory) I don't mind that they call themselves goyim. LOL! Idk, friend. Do what makes you happy! What do you prefer?!

Regarding The Forward news network: They are a reliable Left-Center source with a high credibility and reporting rating and only one failed fact check in the past five years for which they issued a correction. I would consider them a reliable source. They cover legitimate issues of people who support Palestinan self-determination ostensibly being punished for their stances. They publish Op-eds critical of Netanyahu, who is terrible. And they address how antisemitism is harming diaspora Jews. They seem to consistently emphasize the humanity of everyone, which you can tell based on the rest of my post is very important to me, but they also avoid over-editorializing on news that is not in the Op-Ed section. I'll never endorse any source as perfect or guaranteed to be free of problems or harm or bad takes, but they do seem to make a genuine effort to be factual, clear, and wholly truthful. Note: I highly recommend that everyone installs the Media Bias/Fact Check extension on their web browsers. Get in the habit of checking and evaluating sources critically. It's a skill that will serve you your whole life.

@clawdia-houyhnhnm I hope this helps. And thank you for your thoughtful ask and commitment to intercultural understanding. <3

[tsukifanbase]

In His Dreams (Obey Me! Lucifer x Reader)

Authors Note: it’s sad im sorrryyyyyy this concept broke my heart tooooooooooo (also spoilers dfbjsdfds) ((also also there’s totally gonna be typos, it’s two in the morning where i am as this is being uploaded and the sleep demands no rereads))

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Lucifer thought about you often, you danced through his mind everyday as he went through his normal routine. 

He saw you on the backs of his eyes as he slept, you whispered to him through his dreams. It was odd, he was prone to nightmares, typically about Lilith’s death. However, dreams of staring into the eyes of someone who felt like his other half was new. 

The first time Lucifer saw you, you came to him in a dream after a long night of signing bills from Mammon. He waited until reaching his room to start showing signs of fatigue, and collapsed into his bed, out cold.

This dream was so vivid, he swore he was breathing in the sweet scent of the roses that surrounded you. Lucifer felt the wind on his face and the bright light of the sun stinging his eyes. Then there was you.

Amidst all the colorful buds and petals, sitting on your knees to get a better look at something on the ground. 

Your name was heavy on his tongue, Lucifer knew you. And though he had never seen you or spoken your name before that moment, you felt like home. 

And just like that, the dream was over. Lucifer sat up, a bit confused. Wasn’t he just in a field? No, forget that, who was the person in his dream? His mind swirled with questions, and he fell back to sleep in his exhaustion with one weighing on his heart. Who was (Y/N)?

Lucifer saw you in dreams often from that point forward, never again in the field. Never with that chance of getting your attention, but as a spectator. He watched you work until you dropped and get ready in the morning. He clutched his shirt where his heart beat under his hand when you passed through him occasionally to grab something behind him.

One evening, Lucifer peaked over your shoulder to see what you were reading so intently, the lettering was small, but at the top of the screen he saw his own name. 

That made him spring up, did that mean maybe you knew of him as well? Lucifer came up behind you, his chin nearly resting on your shoulder as he attempted to read what was on the screen.

It was writing about a fictional character from a game, a story about falling in love with Lucifer. Lucifer chuckled under his breath a bit, humans did always have a way with creating renditions of him, but this was the most accurate one he had seen. 

You giggled at something from the writing and your hand moved when the laugher ran through your body. Instinctually, Lucifer went to place a hang on your shoulder, to still you so he could read. Forgetting for just a moment that his hand would go right through you. 

Which made him very confused as to why it didn’t. Lucifer glanced down at his hand on your shoulder, puzzled. He barely noticed that your laughter had ceased. Now you sat in quiet awe, your eyes wide, but not fearful as they took in the person attached to the random hand on your shoulder. You recognized him.

“Lucifer?”

He sat up in bed, Lucifer’s breathing was unsteady, his heart pounding but not from fear. You felt him, only for a second, but Lucifer found himself filled with something that could only be love, as he realized that the one he admired was finally able to see him. 

From that point on, you would sometimes talk to Lucifer when he saw you in his dreams. You had seen him, and Lucifer swelled with pride knowing how clever you must have been to put together the pieces that he was able to see you at certain moments. 

You would ask him questions during the day, and say goodnight to him before you fell asleep. Neither of you knew when you would be able to make contact with the other next.

The night that you both returned to the field was another late one on Lucifer’s end. Although seeing you in his dreams made him more inclined to sleep, there were still nights that were spent wishing he could be watching over you while doing paperwork. 

Lucifer pretty much was a dead man walking by the time he returned to his room that night, the moment he closed his eyes, he felt them reopen to greet the bright field filled with flowers. 

He didn’t waste any time, you were picking roses this time, but you remained oblivious to Lucifer’s presence just like the previous time he saw you amongst the flowers. 

Lucifer felt himself move forward, making his way towards you with a certain amount of urgency. He wasn’t sure how, but there was a subconscious knowledge within him that his time with you was running out. 

Lucifer had begun closing the distance between the two of you by walking, but he was sprinting now. The field seemed to grow, longer and longer until he felt his lungs burning for air. 

He stopped in his place, and the field swirled around the both of you, turning from a small distance into what seemed to be worlds apart.

“(Y/N)!”, Lucifer heard a hoarse voice yell desperately into the air, it took him a moment to realize that the voice belonged to him. You were so far away, he wasn’t sure if you heard him.

But the second your eyes met his and you smiled at him across the distance between the two of you, he knew that his efforts had not been in vain. 

Lucifer felt something dripping down his cheek, and reached up to brush the salty liquid away from his eye. He glanced down, confused at his fingertips for a moment, before locking eyes with you once more. 

Lucifer realized too late that this meeting would be your last, he didn’t even have time to start running towards you again. His feet stayed planted, but his eyes scanned your face.

There were tears running down your face too, and you bit your lip to force a comforting smile to come through rather than sobs. 

Lucifer saw you mouth three words, before you were gone. Everything was dark for a moment, and Lucifer opened his eyes to be met his the worried face of one of his brothers. 

“He’s awake!”, he thought he heard Mammon, but he could have been wrong. Lucifer would come to find out that he had slept for nearly four days straight. That his brothers were worried about him, there was probably more, but Lucifer wasn’t paying attention to his brothers at the moment. 

He couldn’t shake the words that you had said to him. Lucifer scowled as he glared out the window. His father seemed much more cruel as Lucifer realized that the first time he would hear, “I love you”, from the person he adored most in all three realms, would also be the last.

[cricketcat9]

Long, but please read...

and don’t behave like an asshole! 

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A SERVER DURING COVID-19 PANDEMIC ...

2:30pm. It's almost time to leave for work. Mask? Hand santizer? Apron? Inhaler? Lysol and wipes in car? Check.

2:52 Get to work. Put on mask. Walk inside. Search for gloves that fit. Check station to make sure it's ready..i have no idea what i need i just had 2.5 months off. I cant barely remember my name.

Sanitize gloves. Get sat. Walk up to first table to see what they want to drink. Fuck. I forgot to bring them silverware. This isn't pre-covid days when silverware is on table. Facepalm. Fuck.. now i have to change my gloves.

Change gloves.

Table wants coffee. Bring coffee. They ask for sugar. Sugar isn't on table anymore. Facepalm. Shit. Change gloves again. Get sugar.

Go to take order. Customers masks are off. Try to stand back..6 ft isn't possible. They have so many questions. I hold my breath as they speak so maybe just maybe i will not inhale their potential coronavirus

More tables get sat.

Here we go again.

WHY IS EVERYONE TAKING OFF THEIR MASKS??

Holding my breath as much as possible

I can't breathe in this mask.

They are protected by my mask.

I am not protected by theirs.

They aren't wearing one.

They can barely hear me because of my mask. I can hear them just fine because they aren't wearing a fucking mask.

They all want to chit chat. I love chit chat. But this is not a chit chat world. They can barely hear me because of my mask. I can hear them just fine because they arent wearing a fucking mask.

Is today going to be the day i catch this virus?

Silent prayer.

More tables

One after another.

Masks off as soon as they sit down.

Their isn't enough sanitizer in the world to protect me.

I'm still smiling. It's pointless because nobody can see.

Why am i even smiling??

It's not helping my tip.

15%

10%

12%

5%..WHAT THE FUCK?? really?? I'm risking my life to bring you that margarita for a $3 tip??? 😭

Shake it off.

Holy crap it's hot.

Mask feels like it weighs a ton.

I'm not getting any air.

Oh hello severe asthma.

This feels like a GREAT time for you to make yourself known.

Now I'm hyperventilating. I need my inhaler.

I may pass out.

Yes. I am super high risk, waiting tables during a pandemic and unable to stand 6 ft away from all these unmasked customers.

Boss!!!

I NEED 5 MINUTES TO HIT MY INHALER OR I MAY DIE.

she agrees to cover my sections.

Thank god.

Run outside around the corner away from other people so i can pull my mask down, grab my inhaler and open up my lungs

5 minutes is all i have.

I have to get back inside.

My section is full.

Regular customer walking thru the restaurant with no mask.

Are you kidding me.

My friend and i tell her she cannot walk thru unmasked. She covers her face with her hands.

Sorrryyyyyy

Oh. My. God.

I'm running 1.5 sections. We all are. Not a single person pulls up their mask when we go to their table.

NOT A SINGLE PERSON.

I know its not mandatory but.. My mask protects YOU. I have to wear it for 6 hours at a time. I have asthma. My lungs are a mess. I can barely breathe. Why are you not required to protect ME??

And if you are going to insist on not pulling up your mask when i come to your table, why can't you tip like you know we are all risking our lives to take care of you??

Shift ends.

Bust ass to clean so i can at finally have that margarita I've been dreaming of.

Find a safe space to sit away from all my coworkers and customers so i can sit at a table, remove my mask, know i am putting nobody at risk, drink my margarita alone when I'm just aching for some social interaction with my work family..

Get my dinner in a box. Walk half a block to the employee parking lot. Holy shit my feet hurt. Open car door.. pull out can of lysol. Spray myself from head to toe. Santize hands. Use disinfectant wipes on steering wheel, door, all surfaces i touch. I still feel gross. One more spray with lysol... Start car. Take off mask. Holy crap that feels amazing..

Drive.

Get home.

My dinner is cold.

My feet hurt.

I have to do this again tomorrow.

Pray nobody infects me.

Pray nobody infects my roommate who also works with me.

For the love of god..if you go out to eat please please please pull up your mask for the few minutes that your server is at your table.

Why are you not already doing this??

And oh my god..tip your server like that burrito you are eating may cost them their life...

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Written by the amazing Chandra Garsson

[kookakie-blog]

Answer

PART ONE

a/n sorrryyyyyy for the long wait but hope you guys enjoy and we’ll try to post more regularly since its summer. Anywayyy here’s the first part of Jongdae’s au!1~yoyo y kookie

Acacia is a girl in highschool only trying to readjust herself to her new surroundings, while keeping her brother out of trouble. Everything has been a boring routine till she ends up on the wrong side of town at the wrong time, this is where she first meets Chen, although the circumstances aren’t the best.

Acacia’s POV

“Acacia Wilson. Acacia Wilson to the front office.”

I groan as I hear the all too familiar sound of the principle calling me down to the office. Ever since my family moved to Korea me and my brother have fallen victim to any type of stereotype there is. We were both quiet. Extremely. Neither of us liked to draw attention to ourselves. That’s why I was mortified when our mother told us we were moving to Korea with her boyfriend.

I pack up the book I was reading and slip my bag onto my shoulder before hurrying down to the long hallway towards the office. As soon as I walk into the office I’m greeted by the only person who treated me and my brother with any sort of kindness in school. Lucky for us his name was Principle Lee.

“Acacia how are you?” I give Principle Lee a small smile mumbling something about being tired but good. “Makes sense you’re still top of the class even with the language barrier. I’m quite impressed Mrs.Wilson. If I didn’t know better I’d say it was magic.” I giggle before following Him into his office. “No Principle Lee it’s just a good memory.” That was an understatement. My  Eidetic memory was a blessing and a curse. Depends on who you ask. I will never forget anything. Meaning I’ll ace any test I’m given and learn any language, Korean for example. But I will never forget my parents fighting or the taunting from my foreign peers. At least Andrew would be able forget.

Which brings me to the boy sitting right in front of me. “Andrew what did they do to you this time?” All he does is hang his head blood from his busted nose leaking on to the front of his shirt. I shake the tears from my eyes as I move to grab some tissues from Principle Lee’s desk. “A group of girls found him in the courtyard. Of course he still won’t tell me who’s doing this. I couldn’t get a hold of either of your parents. I’m sorry but I didn’t know who else to call.” Principle Lee gives me a sad smile. Pity.

“No it’s ok. Is it ok if I just take Andrew home a little early today?” Principle agrees and escorts us out of the school locking the school gates as we walk out onto the busy Seoul street. “Won’t mom be mad we missed school?” I let out a sigh of relief as soon as I hear Andrews small voice. He just started 6th grade but he was still so tiny.

“Hey I’m the big sister here. Leave all the worrying to me little man.” Andrew gives me a small smile before taking my hand as I lead him towards our house. I swing our arms as I look around. Seoul really was beautiful. As much as I hate my mom for moving us here I couldn’t deny that. I look at my phone to see it was now 3 am and an idea pops into my head. “Andrew what do you say we go on an adventure?” Andrew frantically nods his head causing me to let out a giggle.

“Sounds good little man.”

It was currently ten minutes to midnight and I was carrying a sleepy Andrew in my arms. After getting him cleaned up at home and texting my mom to tell her where we were going I took Andrew on a full tour of downtown Seoul. Two months we’ve lived here and Andrew still hadn’t been to a park. My mom was always too busy with her work. Our step dad too. So I’ve adopted being Andrews much needed mother the past few weeks. A week before we moved here I memorized as many maps of Seoul as I could so that came in handy when giving Andrew the full experience.

“Are we almost home?” I smile when I hear Andrews voice obviously trying to fight off sleep. “Almost little bro just close your eyes and oh how time will fly.” Andrew gives me a tired laugh before snuggling into my neck. I think back to the maps and decide to take a detour through a small neighborhood. It was on the tougher side but it was a quicker less noisy way home.

I tense up a little when we pass a dark alley....something wasn’t right. It wasn’t safe. I don’t know how I know but I just know. As if the world wanted to prove me right I hear a gunshot go off further just behind Andrew and I. I quickly turn around and look wide eyed. Under a light I could make out three figures. One on the ground unmoving the other two standing over the third. I could hear my breathing getting considerably louder as I try not to draw attention to myself and Andrew. They were so close and our house was so far.

“Acacia why did we stop?” My heart stops beating when the two men look straight at us. My body was on high alert now as the two men come towards us a flash of metal flashing  as they leave the light of the lamp post. I quickly estimate the time it would take for me and Andrew to make a run towards the house. With both of us running it would take at least 13 minutes and with Andrew half asleep we’d risk him falling behind. But if I could distract them....Andrew could make it in 10.

“Alright little man time to be brave.” I slip Andrew off of my back and speak quickly as with each passing second the two men get closer. “You need to run there’s no time to ask question. You go straight home. Straight home you hear me? Stop for no one-“

“But-“

“Go!”

I cringe as Andrew flinches at my loud voice but he takes off towards the house nonetheless. “I love you!” I yell after him as he rounds the corner back towards downtown Seoul. “Please get home safe.” I whisper as I drop my backpack on the ground and turn around to face the two men.

“Well well well. What do we have here?”

I cringe at the mans icy voice. “Look I don’t want any trouble-“

“You don’t want any trouble? You wouldn’t have been in this part of town if you didn’t want any trouble.” I look around to find any visible exits. If I took the alley to the left I’d find a dead end. If I went the way Andrew did I’d risk leading the pair straight to him.

“Wait doesn’t she look like the bosses daughter?” I could go towards the man...the man. He wasn’t under the street light any more. “Boo.” I let out a loud gasp when the two men in front of me are shot. No no no this can’t be happening. I look down at the two lifeless bodies their faces burning into my brain. Don’t look at him don’t look at him.

I slowly back up closing my eyes trying to forget. Just forget come on. “Hey.” I stumble back when I hear the man's voice. It was sharp and calculated. Nope don’t look at him Acacia.  “Shit Jongin what the hell happened we left you for not even two- who’s that?”

Shit there’s another one. “You know Suho isn’t going to like witnesses.” ...another one. Alright Acacia time to get out of here. Without looking at any of them I take off running past the group. I still needed to protect Andrew.

“Shit grab her.” I run as fast as I can down the same dark alley Andrew and I passed early. All I could hear was the sound of footsteps running after me and the feeling of my lungs burning up from the lack of oxygen. I turn around to see how close they were only to run into something.

“Damn she’s fast.” I groan as I keep my eyes closed. “What should we do with her?”

“Well Jongin how much did she fucking see?”

“Umm all of it.”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

I block out their conversation and keep my eyes closed as I try to visualize an escape. But my brain was confused by two bloody bodies and Andrew running into the dark.

“Is she unconscious?”

“No her eyes are moving.”

“Please just let me go. I haven’t seen any of your faces I’ve kept my eyes closed please. Please.”

All I’m met with is silence before I feel someone sit me up. I whimper when I feel them grab my chin forcefully. “Open your eyes.” I continue to keep them closed. “Please please I kept my eyes closed please-“

“Stop whining and open your eyes!” My eyes open wide to look at the man in front of me. He was young. Not much older than me. His hair was faintly dyed blond and he had a bloody nose. He was probably the guy on the ground. STOP. I quickly close my eyes again.

I try to wipe the analysis away but it was still there. It will always be there. “There now we can’t let you go.” I begin to sob at his words. “Now why did the Tarins recognize you?”

Tarins?? My mind frantically searches for any information on the subject. Where have I heard that before??? Think Acacia. You were reading about Seoul. Think. “Well?”

“I- I don’t know. It sounds familiar but I can’t-“

“She has to be lying they clearly knew her.”

“No no I don’t know them I swear I would remember!”

My sobs only get louder as I pull my knees up to my chest.

“Well clearly you’re lying sweetheart you just told me you couldn’t remember.” I flinch as the man switches to a sweeter tone. He was trying to bait me into telling him something. It was an interrogation tactic created in in the early 90s-Stop Acacia this isn’t the time.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Please believe me please.

“Knock her out we’re taking her to Chen.”

No. I open my eyes again but it was no use all I see is who I assumed was Jongin, a wide eyed guy and a guy smoking a cigarette before I see Jongin’s fist come towards my face......

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tagged by the lovely @hubcaphalo & @tuntematonkorppi 💗

NAME: Heidi

STAR SIGN: Taurus

HEIGHT: 5′6″

WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? Lynn

PUT YOUR ITUNES ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 4 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

Way Out There - Lord Huron

You Are Loved (Don’t Give Up) - Josh Groban

Morning Dew - Adrian Von Ziegler

Trøllabundin - Eivør

GRAB THE BOOK NEAREST YOU AND TURN TO PAGE 23. WHAT’S LINE 17?

"It was,” he said, “love at first sight.” - Caroline Alexander, The Endurance: Shackleton’s Legendary Antarctic Expedition.

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU?

Not that I am aware of.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? ...not in recent memory.......???

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? Michael hecking Eklund, who eLSE

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE + SOUND YOU LOVE?

HATE: Ice scraping against more ice, chalkboard screeching, very high-pitched drones.

LOVE: Rain on a roof, the ocean, cats purring

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? My house is infested with ghost cats and also there are some things that you just Know are haunted af so yes

HOW ABOUT ALIENS? Y e s. There’s so many planets and universes out there that logically there has to be other life as well.

DO YOU DRIVE? Only when i Have to.

IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? I have not personally crashed but I’ve been in four cars that were involved in accidents does that count

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? Scythe by Neal Shusterman

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? No

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? Ready Player One

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? I did Something to my hand once that made it swell up so bad i couldn’t move any of the fingers for a month and the doctors were all Stumped so i took ibuprofen for a month and eventually it went away but for that month i had to do everything left-handed so now i’m partially ambidextrous

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? DGHDA and Wynonna Earp

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG? Sometimes. It depends on what transpired and whether or not i forgot about it :’)

IN A RELATIONSHIP? No

TAG: if u wanna do it have funnnnnnn and if you’ve already done it i’m sorrryyyyyy if u don’t want to that’s fiiiiiiiine ily @setmeatopthepyre @thatfaerieprincess @sugarpenchant @takadasaiko @the-bees-patello-femoral-joints @audshorne @alvangs @murdochinthetardis @youre-my-monomania @shut-up-math @lindigo @strivia

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NCT in haunted house

i’m really picky about kpop writings but i have so much fun reading your stuff ^^. if it’s not too much trouble, can i request a bulletpoint reaction for how nct would behave in a haunted house? (all units except the members who were in osaka)

Thank you lovely, I’m so glad you enjoyed them~!! I hope you like this one too! <3 that was long~

Johnny

• I feel like he would be one of the bravest

•  *the ghost pops out* “AAAARRRGGGHGHGHHHHH”

• “AYO Sup man it’s ya boi John”

• He would walk through the house with little to no fear until the end

• "Hey this is actually quite- God stop! Pulling!! On my sleeves Ten!! Please I like this sweater!!!"

• When they reached the exit door his sweater had stretched so badly it's almost irreparable

• If you were there with them and you were scared he would enjoy watching the fear and shock clearly written all over your face

• He would laugh breathlessly and pulled you close next to him

• He’d make fun of the ghosts so you’d be less scared until you could get out

• “Aw come here scaredy cat” *LOL* *hugs*

• Still make fun of you days afterwards

Ten

• Don't let the poor baby walk in there alone :(((((

• He would be shOOkEth (or die no one knows for sure)

• Like.... he would back out as soon as the door opens revealing the darkness inside and would beg all of them to come inside together

• "Hyuuuuunggg~~~~~ let's just not goooOOoooOOOo~~~~~"

• Also to put him in the middle since he's smol and he could get lost because the other members can't see his smol body in the dark

• *sCreams*

• *sCREAMS*

• *SCREAMS*

• There were tears in his eyes when it was all over because he's drained from screaming his head off too many times

• Not gonna lie he’d probably leave you alone and ran for his life first before later confused of your whereabouts

• “(Y/N)???!?!?!!?!?! wHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME ALONE hERE!?!?!?!?!”

• Ten you were the one running away like headless chicken baby don’t blame other people

Jaehyun

• Occasionally get shocked and exclaimed loudly from the jumpscares

• But he’s a brave big boy am I right girlies~

• Jjh: “Ten hyung it’s just a perso- WHOOOOA- TEN HYUNG IT’S JUST A PERSON WITH COSTUME!!!”

• Ten: “THEN WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING TOO?!?!?!?!!!!??”

• Jjh: “HE JUMPED RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE I’m shocked alright”

• If you were there though he wouldn’t let it crush his pride

• He’d flinch when the ghosts jumped to scare you but he’d distract himself by bursting out laughing at your scream

• Poking fun at you after that all the way to the exit

• Hiding from you a couple of times and messing with you until you were actually a bit pissed off

• “Are you really mad? (Y/N) I’m sorrryyyyyy~” *tugs your elbow adorably* *cute peach jae attack*

Mark

• Mark would be a little scared and.... confused

•  He’d annoy everyone from his curious and kind of unimportant questions about everything inside the house

• “Why do they put a lot of bucket up there???”

• “Donghyuck-ah is that chair suppose to fall on our way like that?? What if someone trips over it-”

• “Jeno-ya!! Jeno-ya look at that cool- WHoAAAAAAAH!!!! YAH!! YAH YAH YAH WHAT WAS THAT OH MY GOD”

• He’d be scared and jumped alongside you but he’d also shakily gain his composure and let you hold on to him or more like planted a deadly grip on him

• “It’s okay (Y/N) the ghosts are goNE YAH YAH YAH YAH DON’T GO NEAR ME!!!!!!!!!” *someone with those disgusting scary masks on runs to his direction*

• “Waaaah oh my god my heart~ Waaaah really~”

Renjun

• This is legit a question

• Who’s scarier... Our injunie or the ghosts

• I think he’d be the one not afraid of the jumpscares too~

• “CHENLE STOP MAKING A FUSS I THINK MY EARS ARE ABOUT TO FALL OFF”

• Coolly walked through the house and would headlock ghosts who jumped at him god help the ghosts

• Looked around for inspirations to prank Chenle and Jisung at the dorm later

• Made fun of your scared expression but he’d stay beside you while occasionally chuckle here and there when you flinched or screamed

• “That wasn’t scary at all, you’re such a baby~”

Jeno

• He would also be one of the members who’s all cool about it

• He wouldn’t hype anything up either like screaming along with Chenle and Jisung or even his Mark hyung... because he’s no fun JUST KIDDING I LOVE YOU JENO-YA~

• “WAH HAHAHAHA!!!! Look at the cool face!!!!” *points at a staggering zombie in the dark*

• Got accidentally punched in the face by scared Chenle

• He wouldn’t mock you if you got scared, he’d just smile and let you cling to him for your life

• “Hey I’m not even scared, that’s not scary, (Y/N)~” *pinches your cheek because he finds you adorable*

• But if you both weren’t scared you’d have fun observing the ghosts with amused faces making them confused as to why you were there at the first place lol

Haechan

• WOULD DEFINITELY SCREAM ALONG WITH THE OTHERS

• “Hyung-AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

• “WAAAAAA!!! YAH!!! WAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”

• Tried to make his escape asap and all Mark could do was hoping that he wouldn’t trip over something

• He almost did

• “No I’m not gonna be scared (Y/N) come on let’s go inside don’t be a wuss~!”

• Let out the loudest shriek when one of the ghosts tapped him on his shoulder from behind

• “PLEASE DON’T COME TO ME PLEASE JUST TAKE THEM INSTEAD I’M STILL YOUNG AND I’M CUTE AND HANDSOME EVERYONE WILL CRY IF THEY LOSE ME” *sacrifices anyone but him*

• “AH THAT WAS NOTHING! HAHAHAH YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE~” *mocks everyone who was screaming in fear earlier with shaky laugh because he was scared too but his pride won’t let him be defeated*

Jaemin

• He would be laughing while walking into the darkness easily

• “Come on let’s get this over with~ Seems fun~”

• Greeted the ghosts who were going to scare him

• “Aren’t you cold? Wah Mr. Ghost please don’t stay still for too long~ You’ll freeze~”

• He’d hold your hand all the time to show you that it wasn’t scary and you should enjoy it

• Laughed heartily when you shrieked out of nowhere

• “Hahahahaha are you okay??? I’m here alright???”

Chenle

• This dolphin descendant though

• SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER

• “eUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- *took a breather* AAAAAA!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

• I don't know if I should take pity on him or the ghosts because someone could seriously loss their hearing

• Laughed nervously after it was all done beside everyone who’s busy rubbing their ears

• “hahHAAHAHAHAHA HYUNG THAT WASN’T SCARY!!! AT ALL!!!”

• “EVEN THE GHOSTS WERE RELUCTANT TO COME OUT BECAUSE OF YOUR SCREAM”

Jisung

• Half-petrified half-brave

• “Jisung-ah you’re not scared???”

• “What’s there to bE SCARED WOAH- what’s there to be scared about hyung~” *a little shooKt from the sudden jumpscare*

• Would fight Mark about which way to go in the weird intersection

• “JISUNG-AH NO IT’LL LEAD YOU STRAIGHT TO THE GHOSTS”

• “NO HYUNG THAT ONE IS THE DEAD END!!!”

• “AISH THIS IS THE- WAAAAA!!!” *both startled because of Chenle’s shriek*

• There was nothing actually something just flew pass Chenle’s face and shocked the poor dolphin

• Took deep breaths outside after it ended and feeling a bit dizzy from the lack of light and loud screams around him

• “Hyung let’s get late night snack I’m starving”

• Everyone all together in perfect, harmonious sync; “AGAIN?????!!!!!”

• Please give the growing baby chick lots of food, hyungs

[that-one-fat-lesbian]

I got tagged!                                                

I was tagged by @hardcorelumbergays RULES: copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people.

Tagging:

A - AGE: 21 almost 22

B - BIGGEST FEAR: thunder and potential rude customers at work

C - CURRENT TIME: 10:53pm

D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD:boring ol’ water :/

E - EVERY DAY STARTS WITH: Waking up too early to go to school or work

F - FAVORITE SONG: THIS IS NOT A FAIR QUESTION, anything that Floor Jansen is singing also Variations on a Korean Folk Song is pretty dope.

G - GHOSTS, ARE THEY REAL: Well yea. I just generally ignore them (sorrryyyyyy)

H - HOMETOWN: Plano, TX but I live in Arizona THANK GOD

I - IN LOVE WITH: Lumberjanes, LADY CASTLE OH MY GOSH READ IT comics,  gay, Anna Kendrick

J - JEALOUS OF: Everyone in my watercolor class, and anyone who gets more than 4 hours sleep.

K - KILLED SOMEONE: My best friends when I make puns

L - LAST TIME YOU CRIED: Sometime in the last month, but I DID jut stretch my gauges...it almost did me in

M - MIDDLE NAME: Elizabeth, which is also the name girl next to me in band. It also is too feminine to me.

N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 1 and she’s batshit, but I love her.

O - ONE WISH: To move out of my family’s house

P - PERSON YOU LAST CALLED/TEXTED: the person in my phone name “Lil Salmon” and the second to last was “Angie Fish” coincidentally

Q- QUESTION YOU’RE ALWAYS ASKED: “Is that a tuba?”(I play the freakin french horn) “Can you draw me?” (No stahp D:)

R - REASON TO SMILE: WLW ANYTHING HONESTLY QUEER and lumberjanes

S - SONG LAST SANG: Not sure but I know it was by In This Moment

T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 9:30a gotta go to work for dat money!

U - UNACCEPTABLE!!!!! -Lemongrab

V - VACATION DESTINATION: My BED I AGREE with @hardcorelumbergays

W - WORST HABIT: Not doing chores or errands on my days off. Also I DO bite my nails still.

X - X-RAYS YOU’VE HAD: Nose and throat. Both which I needed operations for!

Y - YOUR FAVORITE FOOD: Anything with cheese!!!

Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Aries! Though the sun was in Pisces when I was born! (So i literally act like both)

I tag: @babooshka-yah-yahs-girlfriend @babooshka-yah-yah @bonesofyarn @g-ayj @seafarinkaren @lydia-saurus @lumberjanes-up-up-and-away

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The Moonlight Thief chapter five!

It’s here! I know it’s been a while, but I have a lot on my plate :P Thanks to @hipsterunicorn20 and @kanarael for beta reading! … I don’t have a lot to say about this chapter… Pichit makes an appearance for like, a couple lines. I feel like I’m skipping over all my favorite characters just for the victuuri… *cries* Also I have an Ao3 account but I haven’t posted yet… I’ll let y'all know when it goes up! Chapter five: Victor takes Yuutopia

When Yakov called for Victor, he did not let down his hair. He tore at the stone walls until his fingers were bloodied and he opened the entrance which had been blocked up as soon as Vitya’s hair was long enough to climb. The tower room was dark. Victor’s winter coat and boots, only there in case of emergency, were gone. A chair was toppled in the middle of the room, and Victor was nowhere in sight. “Vitya! Vitya, where are you?” Yakov shouted as he turned over tables and cabinets. There was a leather satchel under the chair. Inside there was naught but a piece of old paper, a wanted sign- a thief named Katsuki. Yakov had heard of him in his travels, dangerous, a cutthroat-double crosser, all in all, one with low respect for other humans and famous for his most daring caper yet- stealing the prince’s crown right from its pedestal. Yakov glanced about again. There- under the staircase. A shining piece of metal. Yakov retrieved it. It had been so long since he had seen it last. He hadn’t even been gone for a day. There’s no way he could’ve gotten far.

“So are your friends in charge of this restaurant?” Victor asked. “They’re almost family.” “Is the food there good?” “The best!” “What kind?” “Pork cutlet bowls.” “What are those?” “Well, you’ll have to find. out. Won’t you?” Katsuki said in exasperation. “Do you have to be so grumpy?” “Do you have to ask so many questions? We’re here.” Victor threw open the door before Katsuki could mutter a single word of warning.

There had been a ruckus going on inside the pub, there always was. The second Katsuki walked in, though, it stopped, a scene played out in magnificent detail- Minako with her hands around a customer’s throat, Mama with a pan raised over her head and papa with a blood stained menu. Regulars that Katsuki could almost recognize were distributed in the small space, participating in various undergroundly activities that included gambling, deviating degrees of physical assault, and something bubbling on a pot. Victor clutched Katsuki’s arm and his knuckles turned white on the handle of the frying pan. “Hi there… fellas…” Katsuki began. A particular young man- Minami Keijiro, Katsuki believed, held a knife to Katsuki’s throat. “You’re showing you’re face here again? That’s pretty cocky, even for you.” Victor leaned close to his ear. “Why is that?” “I thought you were gonna retire after our job on that one lord or whatever. But you blew it, huh?” “Look, Minami, as I appreciate your concern for my welfare, but as you can see, I’m transporting this very valuable cargo so if you could?” Carefully, Katsuki pushed the knife away and grabbed Victor’s hand. “See?” He said quietly Victor. “This is what it’s like in the real world. So we could just take you back to your tower, you can give me my satchel,” “Hey!” Another person said. Suddenly he was in Katsuki’s face instead of Minami. Before he could judge his face though, a paper was shoved up against his glasses. “Is this you?” Katsuki peeled the paper off. He winced as he saw the drawing there and his name. “Please.” He placed the poster back in their hands. “With a nose like that… please.” “There’s a pretty high price on your head, isn’t there?” Maybe two men slipped out the door. Katsuki couldn’t tell. “I’m just here to get some meals, alright? No confrontation.” “Two specials?” Mama asked. Katsuki nodded wearily. “Thanks Ma.” “She’s your mother?” Victor asked “Everyone calls her that.” “And what does everyone call you?” A man called from the pub bristling with whispers. “Hair boy?” “I’m Victor.” He said confidently. And then no one spoke, whispered, breathed. The only sound was the bubbling of the pot and rats scuttling on the floor. “Is there something wrong with that?” Katsuki was made aware of shining iron in every corner. Axes and knives and spears were at the ready. Victor grabbed his arm tighter. “Please, I just want to live my dream.” Victor said. “Haven’t any of you ever had a dream?” “I have a dream.” Someone spoke up from the corner. “I want to head an ice show. All choreographed by me, and performed with all my friends.” “Pichit.” Katsuki whispered. “Can’t you see us all skating about in the cutest costumes? Rainbows and hamsters everywhere?” “I can sew the costumes, designing is my dream.” “All my friends would be there it’s the most amazing thing you see? What’s better than finally living your dream?” “I’ve got a dream, I’ve got a dream. I’m not so angry and frightening as I seem!” “Victor, hide!” Katsuki said, grabbing him by a handful of silver hair. “Why?” “That’s Georgi. He… well, let’s say he isn’t the type to ask questions before sheathing a knife in you.” “Why do you have so many enemies?” “I guess you could say I’m not a nice person.” Katsuki said, then ducked under the bar as Georgi leaned closed to Victor. “Despite my scary countenance and my relationships haven’t been the best, I’ve always wanted to find my truest love. I’d cherish her without a thought, there would be nothing she’d have to want, I’d be the best boyfriend in the world! I’ve got a dream! And I know one day romance will reign supreme! Though my face leaves people screaming, there’s a child behind it, dreaming. Like everybody else I’ve got a dream” Victor patted him on the head, and then turned him and pushed him gently back into the crowd. “And you ‘Victor’? You got a dream?” “I have a dream!” Victor said loudly. “He has a dream!” The bar echoed. “I just want to see the floating lanterns gleam! And every passing hour I’m so glad I left my tower. Like all you lovely folks I’ve got a dream.” Suddenly, the door busted open. Christophe stood there with a smile. “I’ve got the guards!” The rowdy bar again fell silent. “Come on.” Mama said, pulling Victor over the bar. Katsuki jumped over on his own accord. They looped up Victor’s still somewhat soggy hair and ma pulled one of the beer levers which- instead of causing one of the spouts to gush beer as it ought, opened up a trap door. “You can’t run an establishment like this without a backdoor. You’re a handsome young man. I’d like to see you live your dream.” “I’ll try my best.” Katsuki said. “You didn’t even share. I was talking to Victor.” “Thank you, ma.” Victor said, and they began down the tunnel, the trapdoor shutting them in the darkness.

Yuri busted into the pub. It was underworldly, and the yeasty smell of alcohol mixed with the tang of urine was thick in the air. It was exactly the sort of place he’d expect to see that thief. He sniffed around until he caught the trail- it led straight into the floor. He stomped on it angrily until the boards gave way to a tunnel. “They went this way?” A guard asked. His tone was too close to patronizing. Yuri shot him a droll look, but nodded. Carefully, he led the pursuit into the tunnel.

Outside Yuutopia, Yakov ran into Christophe scolding Georgi. “You’re telling me Katsuki was two feet away from you and you let him get away cause you were talking about your love life? I’m disappointed.” “What do you know about love?” “More than you, I’d reckon.” “Boys!” Yakov called. “I have your crown. You could have it now if you like.” This was effective at shutting them up. “Is there a catch?” Christophe snarled. “Only a job if you want to take it.“ “And why would we?” Georgi asked. “It comes with revenge on a certain man named Katsuki.”

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