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rogue-nebula · 10 months

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Finally have reliable internet access in here. Hopefully this posts ok and the stuff I set up keeps working

Yo. Name’s Quasar. He/him, Sinnoh-born, living in Galar. Yes I’m a former Team Galactic Commander. I say Commander even though it was never actually official. I was set to be promoted (picked out my name with Cyrus and everything) but it never officially happened because A. I realized that Cyrus was lying and that his aims were VASTLY diffferent from what I thought they were and B. the incident happened (see below). By the time I got that under control I discovered that the insurgency against Cyrus I was running had actually succeeded in its aims (well with a backup plan but a success is a success). Following a very close near-death experience, and seeing irrefutable evidence that Cyrus really is gone, I finally felt safe making my resignation from Team Galactic official (I had been meaning to for a while but I was worried Cyrus would come after me). Should also mention I’m a hybrid of some Psychic-type, but I’m not sure which.

Ok. What exactly was the incident? Well, shortly after I moved to Ballonlea from Snowpoint, the night before my official promotion ceremony (which I was going to try to expose Cyrus during), my house turned into a dimensional nexus. I’m not sure how this happened, all I know is that my current place of residence, despite seeming ordinary outside, is now (as far as I can tell) infinitely large inside and connects to a variety of dimensions, places, and times, from the benign to the hostile. My Pokemon and I live in the Living Room of the house, which seems to function as a sort of entry hub, and the rooms immediately adjacent to it. I’m still trying to figure out how to navigate the nexus, and while I’ve made progress with things close to the Living Room (enough to keep surviving and leave home when I need/want to, at least for the moment), I doubt I’ll completely figure it out. I’ll post the highlights of what I come across here if I’m feeling it

Update: I haven't touched this in a while, but I really need to. After one certain incident the original Living Room I was living out of is lost. Instead I now live in a strange indoor street I call Incursionist Alley. I'll do a longer post about it later but for now just know that it's a Room appearing as an indoor street with houses for me and all of my fellow Incusionists on it

My pokemon in a separate post bc this is getting a bit long

Also I have a glowing green thing in my chest called the Convetezynce Core, here's about that

Feel free to ask me anything you like, I'm usually up for it

Well well, little astronaut lost, cozy little place you've got here. And what's this? Visitors? Well then, allow me to introduce myself: Baron Twyst Von Jokerwyld at your service. But what's in a name? That's for me to know. Our lost astronaut has quite the journey ahead of him, and I have my role to play in that. I'll also be posting on here, when the fancy strikes me. Ask as much as you want, I'll see what I feel like answering!

//OOC under the cut!

OOC: Hiyo! Call me Cyber. I use they/them, I’m over 18, and this is my first time RPing in a long time so please be nice

I’m still learning so if I mess up don’t hate me

Events and plotlines are 100% OK and encouraged. I might even have my own later

Pelipper Mail and Malice are both on and interaction is encouraged

I don’t know what a “Magic Anon” is so for the moment I guess they’re allowed?

Sentient pokemon are welcome here

The usual tag warnings and DNI apply for a PokeRP blog (unreality, no TERFs, no NSFW), also for this blog specifically there’s a blanket warning for liminal spaces

Tag guide

Also yes I use Gacha Club. Cringe never existed. If that's a problem for a different reason I'm sorry

Facts about Quasar and the Dimensional Nexus (OOC version (this’ll focus on things not covered in the IC version)):

Edit: After replaying Diamond I had ideas to better refine Quazar as a character, so I'm adding these in with my explanations behind them. When I saw the Galactic Grunts and their antics I had the thought: what if some of them were being stupid on purpose? Form there it gradually came to me: A hidden splinter faction within Team Galactic that opposes Cyrus and his plans and works from within to sabotage them and cut Cyrus's power, with the end goal of removing Cyrus and leading Team Galactic to a better cause. The "incompetent" Grunts that "accidentally" help you with things like the Valley Windworks, the keys, etc, under this idea, would actually be double agents acting this way with the hopes that you'll succeed. Am I making things deeper than they actually are? Who knows. But it was fun to think about. They just needed a leader, one who had gone missing before the plot of the game and so was never seen during gameplay, and I realized that with a few tweaks Quazar would fit the bill perfectly without needing to change too much or remove his Dimensional Nexus hook (this latter one played into my hands to explain his earlier looks as him not 100% believing Cyrus was gone and playing safe in case he was still around)

The Dimensional Nexus OOC was inspired by Meow Wolf House of Eternal Return and Liminal Spaces. It has nothing to do with the Backrooms

It is (in this character’s canon) the term Quazar uses to refer to the places between dimensions. It takes the form of an infinite maze of liminal spaces, with doors connecting the spaces to each other and to various dimensions.

The rooms of the Nexus can change their location and do so randomly.

Quasar only understands a very small part of the nexus, which are the areas close to his house’s living room, the only part of the house to stay tethered to the pokemon world. Thus he lives in the living room and the realms nearby it, and while he has on occasion gone deeper in, he considers doing so risky and would prefer not to without substantial preparation first

Quasar is indeed Former Team Galactic, and was actually going to be promoted to commander. Despite this he was also trying to hinder Cyrus's plans behind his back, and training a few grunts to do so as well. He never had any intention of carrying out Team Galactic’s objectives, beyond those which were beneficial to people (and in fact is working on his own to try and undo the damage they caused)

Quazar is a Psychic-type hybrid of some kind, haven’t exactly figured out what. This means he has a few unusual abilities, chief among them being limited astral projection and limited (and highly sporadic) precognition. None of these are reliable enough to get him out of situations most of the time… yet

Either spelling of Quazar/Quasar is fine

Quazar is very much not ok. He’s dealing with a lot, mainly hyper-anxiety and attachment issues (which his precognition tends to make worse). He tries his best to keep it under wraps though. Also this does not mean you should avoid putting him in situations. Putting him in situations is encouraged

On the note above Quazar will not under any circumstances use strong language due to personal reasons (nor will I due to past trauma)*

*You are ok to use strong language around him and me I just won't use any myself

The Baron is a supremely powerful and capricious entity who makes it a point to be mysterious and whimsical. As such they aren't fully good or evil. (Should also mention this character does reoccur throughout my other blogs so if you see them around that might be why)

#pkmn irl #pkmn rp #pokeblogging #rotomblr #unreality

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darkfromday · 2 years

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I posted 1,003 times in 2022

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991 posts reblogged (99%)

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I tagged 784 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#art - 201 posts

#genshin impact - 59 posts

#videos - 51 posts

#congrats on being featured! - 47 posts

#harry potter - 46 posts

#cats - 46 posts

#kingdom hearts - 42 posts

#mcu - 41 posts

#marvel - 37 posts

#writing - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#seriously though who the fuck at ffn decided that fics needed ads embedded in the middle rather than just at the top and bottom of the page?

My Top Posts in 2022:

worst part about moving back to tumblr full-time is now I have to go back to boring y’all with cry-posts about mean shit my mom says to me

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finally getting back into reading Dawn of the Future YEE

2 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

me: I already have a 4pc Blizzard artifact set for Ganyu, why should I risk RNG to level a Wanderer's set with 2 weeks until her banner?

also me: AYOOO THIS FLOWER ROLLED CRIT DAMAGE TWICE WE MOVE

2 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

I used to wonder how anyone in-universe didn’t realize Bruce Wayne and Batman were the same person, but now that I’ve run two separate twitter accounts for six years I completely get it

4 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

PLEASE keep the HP Wiki to canon information *only* ffs, and here’s what I mean by that

looks like recently someone has edited Dumbledore’s page, specifically about Harry, with some of the most common fandom misinformation: namely about Harry and the Dursleys, Dumbledore’s intentions, guardianship and a godfather’s rights and responsibilities (parental or otherwise). Seen here:

since I can’t edit this section myself to correct it, and since it pisses me off, I’m debunking it in order instead:

First!

‘taking him away from his godfather and rightful guardian’: far, far too many people have mixed up the terms “godfather” and “guardian” in the HP fandom. We’ll come back to this in a sec, but first...

An aside: The line above is written as though Dumbledore swooped down from the roof like a bat and snatched baby Harry out of Sirius’ arms. Funny image, but it’s not what happened. Dumbledore didn’t “take” Harry away from Sirius. Sirius made one attempt to take Harry at Godric’s Hollow, but when Hagrid rebuffed him and said “Dumbledore says he’s going to his aunt and uncle’s” Sirius did not fight back until he won. From Hagrid’s words, he “argued, but in the end he gave in”. He then immediately pivoted to trying to get revenge for Pettigrew’s betrayal.

He did not say “Petunia?! Great Scott, Lily and James wouldn’t want this! She hates Lily, she won’t raise Harry right” or any of the many other lines that have been included in innumerable fanfics (which is fandom’s right, no one’s arguing that! the lines just aren’t supported by canon like so many people seem to think).

So there is no argument to be made that any of Lily or James’ friends “knew” anything about Lily and Petunia’s strained relationship, or that she even brought it up. Even Severus Snape (who would have probably seen/heard most of their relationship firsthand as it evolved and devolved) never brought this up in canon.

Back to “taking him away from his godfather and rightful guardian”. This was clearly written by a Dumbledore-basher and an uncritical Sirius fan. I say “uncritical Sirius fan” because I like Sirius myself, but I’m more interested in seeing him portrayed accurately in canon discussions/writings like the Wiki is meant to be, in order to preserve his agency and prevent other characters from being bashed in the name of ‘protecting’ him. I’m worried the author of these pro-Sirius edits is a fan that doesn’t see his flaws, because this is not only unsupported by canon, it’s not even supported in real life. This is the dictionary definition of “godfather” that comes up via Google:

See the full post

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dorkydiaz · 2 years

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throwback thursday

tagged by @dickley-buddie and @loveyourownsmiilee

okay so this is something that i wrote last summer hiatus, based on the quote “you can put your strength down now. i’m here with you at your kitchen table. you don’t need to say anything.” and i just never figured out how to complete it. and then they wrote, directed, produced edited, the embodiment of this quote so beautifully that i just decided to let it go to the metaphorical google drive in the sky but i really like what i have so here it is.

Eddie was sitting at the kitchen table. The Vice grip on his throat so tight it hurt. He could barely breathe.

“You don’t have to say anything Ed’s. You can just break. You are allowed to break.”

And that’s when the dam broke.

The dam that was built brick by brick. The first laid when the words “I’m pregnant” fell from Shannon’s lips.

The words “I do” filling in the cracks.

The thick camouflage canvas resting on his shoulders adding to the weight. .

The cracking of gunfire flying over his head seeping into the gaps. The whistle of the sniper rifle permeating each empty space.

Carla’s words “make sure you are following your heart, not Christopher’s” had poked a hole in it somewhere. Hearing Buck “he would have been better off if I was the one who was shot” had cracked the foundation.

Hours ago he had sat across from Ana, feeling more numb. But was still able to get the words out.

“I’m sorry. I know this may seem harsh but, you are not who I want. I hope you find that someone.”

And she responded with a nod and replied, “I just hope you find the courage to tell him.”

And that’s how he found himself at buck’s kitchen table. Numb again, but the tingle of something making it impossible to speak. The frustration building that he couldn’t get the easiest thing he had ever done into words.

Because falling in love with Evan Buckley was just that. It was so easy he hadn’t really even realized it was happening.

So the dam broke when Buck read him like a book. The simple words that had been implied in the years of friendship finally spoken out loud. How he could tell that words were not gonna come without the dam breaking, the ever so explicit permission adding the last drop of what the dam was holding back. So he let it all go. Each brick slid from its slot, pushed by the wave of emotion. The wave of emotion so strong that Eddie slammed his hand on the table harshly, the sound reverberating through the open loft. He felt Buck gently curl his fingers around his where they had tensed in fist now resting on the table and just look at him with those expressive blue eyes, filled with worry amd kindness. Kindness that Eddie had worked hard to believe he deserved.

“I-I broke up with her and I’m not sad. I’m not upset. I should be upset. But I’m just not. Cause all, all I can think about is, well, you.” Eddie finally said the frustration fading as he spoke, his gaze lowered.

“What?” Buck’s Voice cracked,

“I broke up with Ana.”

“I got that part, it’s the last part of what you said that I’m struggling with.”

“I realized something. And I should have realized sooner really. And looking back it feels so obvious. Evan,” his voice catching on the other mans name, but finding the courage to raise his eyes, and turn his hand so they were holding hands gently “next to loving Christopher, loving you is the easiest thing I have ever done. Falling in love with you has been. I know we have had moments when maybe it felt tough-“

“You love me? Like for real, in love with me? Why?” Because of all the things that Buck had been waiting to hear, that was the one thing he had pushed so far out of his mind as a possibility. Because all the things he had been taught, loving him was hard was what he was taught most often.

And if that didn’t shatter Eddie’s heart. Because all the times Buck had been vulnerable, had gazed at him openly, that question had been lingering under words over and over but never said so blatant.

“That’s just it. I love you. And I love you because you are you. Because you hum while you flip pancakes in my kitchen, pancakes my son asked you for. My son who trusts you, who looks up to you, who loves you just as much as you love him. Because you always know what to say and how to make things better. Because you are kind. Because you make this easy.”

At some point he had moved to the chair directly next to Buck, and was looking intently at the younger man, who was just staring back, disbelief drawn on his face.

“Do you believe me?”

tagging: @adventuresofprettyboyandthekid @goldenretrieverfirefighters @buckdoesntevenhaveacouch @piningpettyeddie and anyone else who wants to share.

#throw back thursday #yeah…i left it there and it haunts me

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franniebanana · 3 years

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CQL Rewatch - Ep 36

Before I say anything about episode 36, can I just say it took me 10 minutes to find my last blog post bc neither the tag nor the post name yielded any search results. I mean, WTF, tumblr? It wasn't flagged, because I fucking found it, so why the hell doesn't the search function work? Gdi, tumblr.

Deep breath. Sorry it's been so long. Work and life was busy and complicated, but I think I should be back to the semi-regular posting for my rewatch. I missed CQL, and it was great to come back to this episode, which is one of my favorites.

I totally forgot this episode contains some of my favorite moments. Even though drunk Lan Wangji was added to the Cloud Recesses, I still appreciate the parallels that it provides this current scene now in episode 36, in Wei Wuxian's second life. In the special edition cut, you see Wei Wuxian flitting around, doing everything he can to get Lan Wangji to the bed, while the latter just keeps getting up and trying to wander around the room. There is still caring in how Wei Wuxian handles him, but the motivations are different. Wei Wuxian doesn't want to get into further trouble, so he's trying to at least get Lan Wangji to sleep comfortably in the bed, without getting into any more mischief. This scene has such a gentleness to it: the way Wei Wuxian lays Lan Wangji down and places his hands on his chest. If I didn't know I was watching a heavily-censored cdrama, I'd think Wei Wuxian was going to whisper sweet nothings into Lan Wangji's ear. Of course, I am watching a heavily-censored cdrama, so obviously this is another Bro moment.

But I swear to God, I thought Wei Wuxian was actually going to kiss him here (even though I know I'm watching a heavily-censored cdrama)! Even now, I feel that prickling in my chest, like, "Maybe????"

But here's the thing, there are a lot of emotions going through Wei Wuxian right now, a lot of thoughts too. First he thinks back to the Cloud Recesses, then he notes that Lan Wangji's tolerance for alcohol hasn't changed. The next logical thought is that their relationship has changed. Back then Wei Wuxian tricked him into drinking (via the talisman) and Lan Wangji was beyond pissed, and of course they both got punished for it. Despite the fact that it sort of kick-started their beautiful journey together (Cold Pond Cave), you have to admit that the two have come a long way since then. Lan Wangji is utterly devoted to Wei Wuxian, and not in an obsessed, brainwashed way, but in the sense that that's what love does to you. Lan Wangji hasn't given up himself or his morals or principles either. As for Wei Wuxian, I think he's still piecing this together--piecing together Lan Wangji's feelings as well as his own. How does he feel about Lan Wangji? He obviously cares for him a great deal, probably even more than he knows himself. His words and actions here show that he is trying to make sure Lan Wangji is actually asleep or incapacitated enough to not realize Wei Wuxian has left, but his face betrays something else. In my opinion, he's feeling nothing less than love for Lan Wangji in this moment, and the way his brow furrows slightly, and his face turns more serious, looks like he wants to stay here forever. He wants to run out and call Wen Ning, but he also wants to stay here with Lan Wangji.

Can I say how I appreciate that we got to take 30-45 seconds for this flute solo? Seriously, I love Wangxian.mp3

This is the first time Wei Wuxian has gotten to speak with Wen Ning since his reincarnation (iirc). I can imagine all kinds of feelings are flooding to the surface: joy, sadness, guilt. The fact that he's able to stay so composed is amazing to me, but this is fiction, I suppose.

I quite like this scene between Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning. Wen Ning, having got his consciousness back, wants to first and foremost apologize for what he started by killing Jin Zixuan. First Wei Wuxian can't help but be frustrated by this, because it's been so long (note his ability to move on past things that have happened long ago, and remember how there's someone else--Jiang Cheng--who absolutely can't do that). But that's not really what I like. What I really enjoy is the idea that both Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning aren't blameless. Both of them had a part to play. Both of them contributed to the outcome of the situation. The idea that no one person was the cause of everything. It's very humbling, very human ("to err is human" and all that). I love that Wei Wuxian acknowledges that he also has lots to apologize for, so what's the point of each of them getting on their knees? Neither is without blame, so why not just stand and face each other? It very much throws those formalities out the window, because what do they even matter? It also shows the depth of their friendship. Wen Ning isn't a servant, Wei Wuxian isn't a master--they are friends. Despite how their relationship was in the past, I think it's safe to say they are friends.

Okay, guys, some of my favorite bits are coming up! Eeeee! This glazed over look is so great, though. I appreciate Lan Wangji not being a messy drunk. He's the tired drunk, stumbling in an exhausted manner, getting into mischief.

I love Wei Wuxian's reactions to all of this. It's a side of Lan Wangji that he's never seen: a playful, mischievous, rule-breaking side--and it's great. It's adorable to see Wei Wuxian running around trying to stop Lan Wangji from getting into trouble, and I can't help but feel robbed of them including that hide-and-seek scene (well, at least the hide-and-seek part) from the novel. But the other part that I find interesting here is Lan Wangji's almost desperation for approval. He's so concerned that Wei Wuxian will find the chickens acceptable that he waits for an answer until he moves on. It's not enough to just give Wei Wuxian the roosters--Wei Wuxian has to like them as well. It's all just a continuation of his sober self: taking care of Wei Wuxian. And I think back to that scene in the woods where Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang are chasing the rooster (after Wei Wuxian ducked off to talk to Wen Qing). I'm not sure if Lan Wangji remembered that here and that's part of why he's so fixated on giving them to Wei Wuxian, or if it's just a coincidence (I honestly don't remember if that previous chicken scene was in the book--probably not--so it's likely the two scenes just happened to connect this way as a boon to CQL).

This look on his face when Wei Wuxian calls him a good boy. I think Lan Wangji wants to be a good boy who does bad things, if you know what I mean. And I think if you read the novel, you know what I mean.

Speaking of the novel, PSA! You can now buy Volume 1 of MDZS in English in print! I ended up buying two copies at Barnes & Noble (because my order was in limbo and I wanted it immediately), but it's available at lots of stores. Definitely show your support and buy a copy if you haven't already. I know many, many people have since all three of MXTX's novels became bestsellers in a day.

Anyway, back to CQL. So, since I have read the novel, when I see Lan Wangji look at Wei Wuxian like this, I can only think one thing. I have no idea if Wang Yibo intended this (but if you follow my blog at all, you probably know how I feel), but it looks like he wants Wei Wuxian in the worst, most painful way, so it's probably a good thing that he's wearing that long, flowy hanfu, because otherwise I think his body would betray him.

"Wei Wuxian also visited here."

Sorry, I hate that translation. I understand that the words might say that, but we don't say that in English. We would say, "Wei Wuxian was also here." And if you're a 90s kid, you'd just say "wuz" lmao.

But anyway, I included this screenshot because I love that Wei Wuxian, though he spends the whole scene trying to keep Lan Wangji out of trouble, can't resist a little graffiti. From a sentimental standpoint, it's cute that their names are together. It also seems to me that it's as if they are kids again, getting to experience a friendship that culture and propriety never allowed. Lan Wangji wasn't able to have this kind of fun under the strict Lan rules, and Wei Wuxian didn't have the opportunity to know him at an age where this kind of play is more acceptable. With Lan Wangji being drunk here, we get a glimpse into what could have been, and it's a sweet moment.

Amazing how Lan Wangji is able to fight off Su She even while drunk, but then he's back to that completely glazed over look as soon as the fight's over. If it were anyone else, I'd question it, but not Lan Wangji. He's just that good, sorry.

And I'm sorry, but I can't help but keep fangirling over these moments of closeness between these two. Wei Wuxian hardly lets go of Lan Wangji throughout the first half of this episode, and that is not something we get to see all the time. Wei Wuxian taking care of Lan Wangji is beautiful, really. We see so much of Lan Wangji worried about Wei Wuxian that I think it's easy to forget that it goes the other way too. Wei Wuxian does care deeply for Lan Wangji and it's scenes like these that prove it.

So, this scene includes a part where Lan Wangji tries to pour water on his head. I saw a while back some meta where the person was comparing this to the pouring ritual that's shown earlier in the series (iirc it was something like that), and I guess that could be it. But I think it's more likely that this is a reference to the novel, where Lan Wangji sticks his face in the the basin of water, and Wei Wuxian yells at him not to drown himself. I can see where the medium of television wouldn't want to go that route. It would be more difficult to film and this scene is very dark.

And fun time is over! Of course I don't blame Wei Wuxian for asking why Lan Wangji stays with him, but what a downer. I also don't really like Lan Wangji's answer. It kind of reduces all his actions down to some kind of atonement for not getting to the Nightless City in time, for not being able to help save Jiang Yanli, for not being able to get him out of there before he fell. I don't mind all of the deviations from the novel, but any of them that try to make this about some kind of Bro Code are not great. Lan Wangji wants to help Wei Wuxian because he loves him, because he believes in him, because of a lot of things--not just because he regrets not getting there in time. But because this is a heavily-censored cdrama, they can't say that Lan Wangji loves Wei Wuxian, right? But that doesn't mean that Lan Wangji can't spell out that he believes in him or that he cares about him as a friend, or whatever. Obviously he's drunk, so he's not going to wax poetic here, but it does bother me somewhat that it feels like Lan Wangji is reduced to someone doing penance. Because penance is something he's already done! The three years (was it?) that he was in isolation was imposed by others but as much by himself--he's tied to those Lan rules, he knows what it means if he breaks them, and he takes the punishment that is due. Just like when he drank in the Cloud Recesses--no one knew that he had consumed alcohol, until he admitted to it. Anyway, my point about penance is that he's reflected on what he feels he did wrong, so I don't think what he's doing now is about regret. If anything, he's chosen to live a life without regret, which is just a part of why he's sticking by Wei Wuxian. And I'd argue that's less about his feelings of regret and more about his principles and morals and the idea of walking his own path, and not the path someone else laid out for him.

Wei Wuxian says here that none of this has anything to do with Wei Wuxian--he defected and studied crafty tricks, he made those choices on his own. But I think he misses the point as well. It doesn't matter to Lan Wangji that those choices were his own, that those burdens were his alone to bear. Lan Wangji wants to be part of that, he wants to be a part of Wei Wuxian's life. He wants to shoulder those burdens along with him. Regardless of why things turned out the way they did, the point is that Lan Wangji is here now and, more importantly, he chooses to be here. It's not out of a sense of duty or regret or penance--it's a choice.

My favorite Lan Wangji look, because they included the Gay Panic in his eyes. Sorry, don't mean any offense at all. I really do love that they tease Lan Wangji panicking that he's confessed to Wei Wuxian.

I will say this again: this is my least favorite arc of CQL (I like it slightly more in the novel, but it's still probably my least favorite section). However, one of its redeeming qualities in the series is the cinematography. There are a lot of really cool shots and the fog adds to it.

So, just so you all know, I may be skipping an episode in here--the flashback one, idk which one that is. Because of work and life in general, I've been really behind in watching and creating these write-ups, which actually take a few hours from start to finish. If I have to sit through the flashback episode, I may never get through it, and I'll likely have very little commentary. I actually really really dislike Xue Yang. I won't say "hate", but my dislike is very strong. I don't care if other people like him--you do you--but I'm not going to pretend that I find him fun or sexy or anything other than a pretty twisted murderer. And honestly, it's painful to watch what happens with A-Qing.

Gosh, this should be called the Babysitting Arc instead. I do find the juniors fun and interesting, but sometimes they show up and ruin the wangxian moments. Hey, I'm just being honest. Although, I welcome them in this arc because, as I mentioned, I don't like it very much.

But it's hilarious how this scene devolves into a fight about whether Fairy or Apple is better, and who was a gift from whom, and what Apple is even doing there in the first place. It's just very kid-like, you know, to jump from one topic to the next, without even remembering why you are here in the first place. Like, what's really important right now? Fighting about the animals or the possibly toxic fog and the creepy shadows they've been seeing?

This part has always felt to me like the "Halloween episode" of your favorite series/anime. A bunch of kids and an adult in a creepy shop with a ghost. What hijinx will they get up to?? XD

Other episodes: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 |

Or just check out the #CQL Rewatch hashtag

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0risha · 4 years

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“LEMON GLOW."

✰ PAIRING ⤷ megumi x gn!reader

✰ SUMMARY ⤷ megumi's mind has finally become clearer.

✰ TAGS ⤷ fluff, junior high megumi, barely edited,

✰ A/N ⤷ “yesth, I should be working on requests right now but this came to me while listening to lemon glow by beach house... so forgive me?” don't ask why I added a header..... lmfaooo. Lowkey thinking of doing a part 2 to this in the current timeline... idk.

The color of Megumi's mind.

It’s murky, at first. Where unclarity suffocates his every crevice because he’s still trying to find his place in the world.

Although it clears up for a second whenever he comes in contact with his sister, Tsumiki, it returns as soon as the words of animosity cross between the two.

Even when he’s witnessing the fear of delinquents who call themselves tough because the only thing they can pry on are the weak, he still feels as though he needs something.

Fortunately, his plea is answered in due time.

Megumi figures that it's not God. Through the clamor of his life, he’d never believed in one. But every time he looks back on this gift –no matter how unexpected it was– he couldn’t help but mutter a prayer of thanks to who knows what.

You’re a new face. At first, muddled like the others. Face distorted with cloudy substance where your features should be, whirling past whenever you two come close.

When you two do finally come in contact, it’s at his home. The one he shares with Tsumiki and Satoru. But Satoru's rarely there.

He’s sick. A high fever of 106. His nose is stuffed to the point where he fears he won’t be able to breathe when the next cycle of inhale and exhale comes.

He hasn’t been able to get up from his futon ever since his alarm rang. His sister and Satoru long gone before then. He didn’t want to call, figuring that he could work through this himself.

When Megumi hears a voice, soft and timid, he shakes his head. Eyes blinking as he wonders if he’s finally lost it. But it comes again, closer this time.

“Fushiguro san?” A head peeks through his room door.

It's you, the new student. He recalls that you're quiet and rarely talk. Even then, somehow associating yourself in the popular crowd. Though, a part of him thinks it wasn't your doing.

When you hand him your name he doesn't recognize it. A thought in where he needs to pay more attention flits through his mind.

"You're here because...."

His voice comes out wired and scratchy, he's sure if it wasn't for his battered throat, it would've come out as harsh.

Your response is delayed. Almost as if you need twice as much the average time to process his words. "Oh, since I'm in your homeroom, I was sent to deliver your classwork and homework." You take out a stack of papers from your backpack and place it by the door.

He closes his eyes, expecting to hear retreating footsteps.

"Should I make you something?" you ask. For a second, Megumi has the urge to deny, he hates relying on other people, especially the too-good ones.

But as he surveys your almost pleading posture he accepts. "Okay."

With his affirmation, the air shifts. A smile takes its place on your face as you clamber up to him. "Do you want tea or sou—"

"Anything, just don't make a mess." He grunts, with half of your body over his –even with his clogged nose– he catches a faint scent of vanilla. He turns his head away from you to hide the flush in his cheeks, he's never actually been this close to someone as pretty as you before. Less alone cared for.

"Okay," you chirp. Not the slightest bit encompassed by his offish behavior.

When you leave, he curses himself for being so rude to you. But Megumi can't help it, his cold demeanor had been injected into his body since birth.

An hour passes by.. ten minutes, maybe? And Megumi starts to forget that you're even in his home; his fever finally hitting its pinnacle.

In his dream-like state, he doesn't hear you enter his room.

But, when you say his name meekly and place a cool palm on his forehead, he finally shifts.

"I made miso soup, it probably doesn't taste the best but I—"

"Thank you." He breathes out, turning towards your sitting figure to grab the bowl. He grunts in frustration as his body strains.

"I can feed you if that's alright?" Groggily, he blinks. His pride had been wounded too many times today but when he sees your expression, he again complies.

When you perk up, he has to turn his head away from your too-bright smile.

"Can you at least sit up?" you whisper, already reaching towards his head to hoist him up.

"Yeah," Megumi grunts, using all of his strength to finally rest his back on the wall.

"That's good." You state, blowing on a spoonful of soup before you reach to cup his jaw.

Megumi doesn't have the heart to move away, a part of him thinks that seeing a hurt expression on your face would be far worse than his now fever.

Slowly but surely, he widens his mouth to welcome the soup.

He keeps his eyes from making contact with yours as he tastes the warm liquid on his buds. Even though his sensory is barely there, it didn't taste good. At all.

"Is it good?" you inquiry. Your eyes sparkle with anticipation as you gaze at him.

"Yeah, it is." Your smile grows much wider than it was before at his positive commentary.

"Really?" You place another spoonful in his mouth, much eagerly than the last as you ramble about the ingredients you used. His brain can't perfectly piece your words together but your voice soothes him, nonetheless.

"What time is it?" Megumi asks when the soup is finally close to done.

If Tsumiki or Gojo were to come, he thinks, this moment of his would-be interrupted. As much as he hated to admit it, he didn't want it to.

"By now, school's almost over." You shift, taking a cup of tea and placing it to his lips. Megumi wants to ask why you decided to skip school and take care of a stranger instead, but he decides against it.

"Do you want me to leave?" Your eyes shift to his. When he shakes his head, you breathe out a sigh.

Megumi hopes it's one of relief.

Hesitantly, his eyes fall on yours."Can you uh.. stay untill I fall asleep?" Your brows raise in surprise at his pleading tone.

"Of course." You decide, placing the tea cup on his room table.

Slowly, you shuffle closer to him and lean a little on his shoulder.

"What if you get sick?"

"You'll have to take care of me, just like I did." Megumi blinks as he processes your words. A warm, serene feel surrounds every stack of his vertebrae. It's an unfamiliar feeling, one that makes his heartbeat grow unsteady, but he welcomes it.

"Okay."

When Megumi wakes up, it's nighttime. A sliver of the moon from his window acts as a source of light for his room. He attempts to shift in his futon, only to be met with a warm body, yours.

Megumi stills for a second as he observes your face. Throughout his whole day with you, he never got the chance to get a good look at it.

You're pretty just like he first thought. He thinks it's almost adorable how your nose twitches every time he moves around.

He's never been this interested in something or someone, this much. Maybe it's because of the involuntary care you gave him. The nice, white gleaming smiles too.

He's never experienced or accepted care from somebody else.

A ghost of a smile threatens to touch his lips as he realizes that his nose, chest and mind are no longer heavy but instead, clear.

Your soup must've worked.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #megumi x gender neutral reader #megumi x reader #megumi x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #jjkmag

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stubbornjerk · 3 years

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Why people keep telling you to block them if you support Pholo (Penumbra Edition)

Or: why jitterbug-juno really deactivated

I love when people categorize this as fandom wank. Really makes you feel like you’re putting the onus on either side of the conversation.

I’m making this post not because I want to stir up spoiled milk, but because I want it out there that this wasn’t a purity culture war.

The TL;DR version of this is that fans of color tried to tell Rab (prev. jitterbug-juno) not to post her Omegaverse (or A/B/O) fic. And instead of taking the L, she posted it on Ao3 and deactivated.

But, if you want context, well, buckle in. CW for mentions of racism and transphobia.

What did jitterbug-juno do?

Before I get into this I do want it out there that I will not be linking Rab’s fic, but I will show you this screenshot of the summary of it.

[ID: It is a screenshot of a fic, “As You Are” by Pholo.

Summary: Peter can hide his scent glands behind cologne; makeup; concealer pads. He can quash his heats with suppressants. He can divert the urge to nest and fawn.

But he can’t feign another gender’s subvocals. He lacks the anatomical capacity. Mag taught him to distract from his silence with fast, flashy words. For longer heists he relies on social convention. Traumatic mutism is uncommon, but remarked upon by enough war vets and soap operas to be widely recognized. Peter’s marks assume he’s been harmed long before they assume he’s a closeted omega. It would take quite the backwater brute to ask why he doesn’t murmur or chuff or growl.

On the 'Blanche there are the usual furtive glances. Juno makes clear to Peter that should he ever want “to talk about what happened,” he’ll be there to listen. The gesture annoys Peter more than comforts him.

‘Nothing happened,’ he wants to scream. ‘There’s nothing to talk about!’

There are 14 comments, 85 kudos, and 11 bookmarks /end]

You decide what you’re doing with that information, but honestly, I’d rather you don’t give it anymore engagement than it deserves.

There was a period earlier this June (yes, even though it’s only the 10th, at time of writing) when Rab was posting snippets of the aforementioned fic on her blog and tagging it appropriately, putting it in the attention of pretty much the entire Penumbra fandom.

What’s Omegaverse or a/b/o and why is everyone so against Rab for it

If you know what Omegaverse is, I don’t have to tell you why it’s controversial. If you don’t know what Omegaverse is, well, Fanlore said it best:

a kink trope wherein some or all people have defined biological roles based on a hierarchical system, with the terms originating from animal behaviour research. There may be werewolf, knotting, or other animalistic elements involved, or the characters may be otherwise purely human.

The term is generally written with slashes (a/b/o). Many fans, particularly ones from Australia and New Zealand, are uncomfortable seeing the term without slashes because it is also an Australian slur for aboriginal people.

I won’t get into the history or the heaps and tons of other discourses (mostly about fictional male pregnancy, homophobia, transphobia, sexual assault, etc.) that go on within that. We’re here specifically on Rab v. Penumbra fans of color and we’re staying there.

Anyone who’s been in Penumbra enough to realize that everyone draws the Junoverse characters in a certain way knows that a) Juno is black, b) Nureyev is Asian, and c) as a fan you have to be aware of what you’re subjecting or saying about either of them because of the political repercussions that come with it.

And despite that, Rab proceeded to write Peter Nureyev, a gender nonconforming gay Asian male character that is widely headcanon’d as trans, into a fic using a kink trope that relies heavily on animal behavior.

Unlike most people new to fandom, Rab is aware of what Omegaverse is and is very much white. She is (and if she isn’t, should be) aware of the racist undertones that writing him in would get.

I couldn’t get a screenshot of what snippets Rab was sending out into the ether, seeing as a majority of my friends would rather not have seen any at all (I have all of the usual tags blocked so I wouldn’t have seen it either way), but needless to say, Rab got attention for it. Both positive and negative.

Anne (@hopeless-eccentric) even posted a satirical fic, in the odds that Rab was just writing this thing to be “the first” to write Omegaverse fic in the Penumbra tags.

But, I’m assuming more than one fan of color came into Rab’s inbox and messaged her about it, but someone I know (who would like to remain anonymous) was gracious enough to take a screenshot before he sent his in and let me use it for this post:

[ID: A message to jitterbug-juno about to be sent by a sender whose name is censored with a black bar. His messages says:

“as someone who is a person of color i think the nature of the fic you are writing right now is extremely racist and attributing animal characteristics to lgbt people of color is not at all appropriate, especially when you are someone who is white. i have to ask you to not publish this fic and to reflect as to why you would want to write this in the first place, these tropes are extremely harmful and”

There are 33 characters left to write into the message. /end]

I can’t speak for whoever else sent asks about the fic she was writing. If anyone was actually not-so-gentle with her, well, minorities don’t really owe it to you to be gentle about what they can tell is bigotry-tinged behavior.

But, the message was clear: this is different from your garden variety, lily white straight male character m/m kink fantasy. This is an actual queer Asian character that a lot of queer Asian people feel attached do. Do not post the fic.

What happened next: the beginning of the end

The next morning, I woke up to most of my friends being frustrated by this post on Rab’s account:

[ID: Dated 5 June, a post by jitterbug-juno:

“Gonna leave the fandom for a while. Wishing you all well.”

The tags say the following: not sure if i’ll be back, thank you so much to everybody who’s read my fics, and who’s sent asks or engaged with my art or any of that, you’re amazing and I’m sending love /end]

That... was not what fans of color wanted, but it was definitely an action they took. Some celebrated, as they were very much wary of Rab for having caused much of the same category of drama in fandoms like Voltron: Legendary Defenders and Warrior Cats. This also meant that she was probably not going to post the fic either.

Some, myself included, were relatively pissed, as they’d wanted even just the measly bit of accountability. An apology or an acknowledgement of having been called out in private and that they’ll take time to consider why. But instead we got Rab leaving in the face of fans of color telling her not to post her Omegaverse fic.

Well. The next day...

[ID: Dated 6 June. A post by jitterbug-juno titled, “Well... that was short-lived”

“I gave the situation a lot of thought yesterday. The reaction to my omegaverse previews made me figure I should leave the fandom. It seemed like the safest option.

But you know what?

Hell.

I don’t want to leave. The fic discusses the tropes of omegaverse and I spoke to several POC on Twitter, and I’m going to post it with plenty of tags so people can avoid it if they wish. I’m not going to be chased out of this space.

Thank you to everyone who sent messages yesterday. I shouldn’t have made that post about leaving. It was really reactionary. I’m okay and I appreciate your support so much.

(bolded on the post) To those who are angry and uncomfortable with me: Please block me. If you’re going to talk about this fic on Tumblr and Twitter– and this may sound odd– PLEASE NAME ME as Jitterbug-juno or Pholo. Don’t vague me. That way people who don’t want to see this discourse can add my name to their block lists.“ /end]

That certainly was short-lived, she wasn’t kidding.

This got a lot of outrage. Again, the fic is up on Ao3 and she has not taken it down. A lot of POC were pissed and I didn’t see a single fan of color actively support what she was doing, at least, not in my friend group. Everyone started making those posts to block them if you liked the fic or Rab’s content in general, in accordance to what Rab wanted.

Perseus (@mraudiodrama) noticed/pointed out that Rab deleted the part where she said she spoke to several POC about releasing her fic, as well as the part where she said she refused to be chased out of the fandom. This was an incredibly pointed detail to edit out, according to some.

[ID: A screenshot of jitterbug-juno's last post taken 11:00PM. Much of it is the same except the following bolded words are removed: "The fic discusses the tropes of omegaverse and I spoke to several POC on Twitter, and I’m going to post it with plenty of tags so people can avoid it if they wish. I’m not going to be chased out of this space." /end]

That same day, Rab deleted her blog. I actually caught this one on tape, believe it or not.

[ID: A screen recording taken at 12:01 PM of someone scrolling down jitterbug-juno's account. The posts and asks about Omegaverse and her post about leaving and coming back are conspicuously absent. /end]

Initially, I thought she deleted all mentions of it. I wanted to see firsthand if the rumors about her deleting portions of it were true. If she added things where she was saying that she wanted to write it because she was autistic and wanted Nureyev to be autistic too, regardless of the numerous QPOC telling her not to do it.

Instead, it turned out, she deleted her blog.

And now, we're here. The fic is still up. Her blog is down. Rab's public Twitter account @nataclinn is quiet about this. Her @cushfuddled Twitter account is on private after her run-in with the Warrior Cats fandom, according to a friend. And her Tumblr @cushfuddled account has nothing but memes.

Again, I didn't make this post to stir up drama. I wasn't even obsessively making this post as a call-out because she isn't in the fandom anymore. I just want it out there that this isn't a purity culture thing that got out of hand in a fandom as niche as Penumbra. This was a case of someone being called out and failing to acknowledge it before running away. And I want all that out of the way before I say:

If you are on Rab's side of this debacle, I, a queer person of color, want nothing to do with you either.

#the penumbra fandom #jitterbug-juno #pholo #racism #white drama #im not tagging this as fandom drama or fandom wank because that erases the fact #that this was legitimate criticism of a white person #the penumbra podcast #junoverse #i put it in a readmore so its not gonna clog up much #but if anyone doesnt want me to tag this w the fandom tags i'll remove it #once again though this is the furthest thing from anti/proship discourse

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buckys-other-punk · 3 years

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What the Hell is The Catch?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve and Y/N are forced by their friends to go out speed dating. Little did they know they would find their perfect match.

Warnings: alcohol, fluff, teasing and cussing

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: HI I’m back!! First off, sorry @stuckonjbbarnes that this was late, I wanted to write this on time before the due date but my classes were literally beating my ass (BUT I did actually get inspiration for this fic idea by my stupid interpersonal relationships class so i guess that’s a win?) Anyways thank you for letting me join your writing challenge and ILY. Second, hello again! Hopefully my writing is still worth reading lol, since I have free time I will try to write more and hopefully complete my WIPs. As always, please ignore my minor mistakes (i’m lazy to edit) and lemme know what you think of this fic!

Bucky and Sam had somehow convinced Steve to go on a speed dating event at a nearby bar. Steve wasn’t really in the mood to go out and mingle with horny women. All Steve wanted that night was to relax in bed and watch a movie about this group of people who dream hop (a/n: aka Inception lol i couldn’t think of an easier way to describe this movie). Steve sat on his bed ready to watch the movie then his friends bombarded his space about how lonely he is. As much as Steve wanted to brush the two off they annoyed him so much that he caved in. Now Steve was sitting at some bar with a pen and questionnaire in his hand.

Natasha and Wanda had somehow forced you to go on a speed dating event at your guys’ favorite bar. You, having no choice, rummaged through your closet looking for a good outfit. ‘At least I’ll be getting free drinks.’ saying to yourself. You picked out a black dress that has lace sleeves which accentuates your curves. Nat and Wanda of course approved the dress immediately, they gave you your red clutch and shoved you out the door.

You huffed as you got out of your cab staring at the bar dreading to ‘mingle’ with men. Walking into the bar a couple greeted you with obnoxious smiles.

“Hello! Welcome to our single’s speed dating night.” the woman said, handing you a name tag. You took note of her flashy diamond ring. You returned the smile and wrote a random name on the name tag. “Is this your first time, Twyla?”

“Hmm?” you looked confused, then remembered your fake name. “Oh, Twyla! Me, I’m Twyla. Yes. sorry.” you replied.

“No need to be nervous dear.” the man next to her said. “We’re all here to have fun right?” he said with a smile looking around the area.

God, you hated being here already.”You two seem lovey-dovey. Did you two meet in one of these things?” you asked looking at the pair.

“Yes we did actually!” she said with a smile looking up at her man. “And just a few months later he proposed.” she added looking at her ring. You smiled then looked at the man, he looked behind you and quickly went back to his fiance. You turned slightly to “take in the area” and saw a woman with a flirtatious smile towards the man.

Rolling your eyes and glancing back at the couple. You just wanted to get some free drinks and go back home. “Are the drinks free?” you asked the couple.

“Yes, but-” the lady started to say but you waved her off grabbing the questionnaire on the table.

“That's all I need to hear. Thank you.” you said walking away from the pair and towards the bartender. “Hey, can I get a old fashioned please?” you asked the bartender who nodded and proceeded to make you drink. You scouted the area like you would on a mission and nobody was really peaking your interest. There was a woman who seemed right up your alley, but you had a feeling she wouldn’t swing your way. Sighing, you turned back to the bartender who handed you your drink. Taking a sip and pulling out your phone from your clutch you began texting the girls about how sad this event is and that you were ready to walk out.

“Can I have everyone’s attention please?” the lady from earlier said through the microphone in her hand. As you looked up from your phone you saw her fiance standing next to her with his own mic in his hand. His other hand holding the woman’s hand as he eyed a woman near him.

‘Dear lord. He’s going to cheat on this poor woman.’ you said to yourself. You downed your drink and signaled the bartender for another one.

“We are going to ask the guys to pick a table with a number on it and stay there. Ladies please go to the table closest to you and begin talking with your partner. Once you guys hear this bell.” the lady’s boyfriend rang lightly. “You can move onto the next table going counter clockwise.” she added with a giddy smile.

“Alright love birds. Let’s get this thing started.” the man said to the crowd. You grabbed your drink and headed to the table closest to you. You saw the man who was seated at the table, on his phone not really caring about the event. He was wearing a leather jacket and dark shades. ‘This dude is a douche.’ you thought to yourself, downing your second drink as you stood across from him.

“So, you come here often?” he says not looking up from his phone.

“Oh god, no.” you replied with a fake southern accent. “I just came because my boyfriend turned into a mountain lion and tried to kill me.” you said politely looking at the man.

“Oh that’s nice.” he said but then realized what you said. “I’m sorry…” he began as he pushed his sunglasses a bit down to read your name tag. “Twyla? Did you say he turned into a mountain lion?” he looked at you concerned.

“OH, yes!” you said ever so sweetly. “You see, Caleb wanted me to join his cult and I refused. He got so angry that his eyes began to turn yellow and he started clawing at his face with his hands. Just when he finished turning into a mountain lion, the high priestess of his cult commanded him to capture me to be their sacrifice for their next meal.” you said with a straight face, looking dead into the man’s wide eyes. His mouth was hanging open, speechless. Just when he was about to ask you another question you both heard the bell. The man sighed in relief downing his drink as you waved goodbye to him and chuckled as you walked to the next table.

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Steve was staring at his drink as a woman walked up to him. He noticed that this was the woman who was eying up the man who hosted the event. Steve smiled at the woman anyways as he introduced herself. He looked down at his questionnaire trying to figure out what to ask the lady. The woman who talked to him earlier just wanted a rebound and the woman before that didn’t even say anything to him.

“So, I noticed that you don’t really have any interest in being here.” he said kindly, looking at the woman.

“Yeah, I just did this so I can get my boyfriend’s attention.” she replied looking back at the male host.

“Your boyfriend seems to be a bit occupied.” Steve said as glanced at the man and back to the woman in front of him. “Are you sure he’s worth it sweetheart? I mean I don’t know your situation with him right now, but it seems that if he’s with that woman you’re not his main priority.” he added looking at the lady in remorse.

She looked up at Steve and pondered to herself. “You know, I think you’re right. I mean I’m practically his side chick when I want to be his main chick.” she said to Steve. “Thank you for making me realize that he’s not worth it and I should get my priorities straight, Steve. I’m sorry to leave you here alone, but I hope you find someone who deserves your kindness.” she said kindly, patting Steve's hand as she began to exit the bar.

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You noticed the woman who the male host was staring at earlier left the bar. ‘Good for her. Realizing that man ain’t shit.’ you said to yourself as you downed your third old-fashioned. You wanted to change things up..so you ordered a long island iced tea. The man who was sitting in front of you was going off about his sex fantasies and how he was looking for the right woman to please him. The previous man you only talked about work and was completely monotone.

You were completely ignoring whatever he was saying and waited for your drink and the damn bell to ring. A waitress brought your drink over and you looked around the bar as the strange sex crazed man kept going off about his fantasies. Finishing your drink in one go, since you weren’t drunk enough for this, your prayers were finally answered as you saw the lady host ring the bell. She seemed to be looking for her fiancé who left the bar to run after the woman, but she didn’t know that.

“Let’s make this next session a few minutes longer.” she said with a brief smile as she began to look for her fiancé. ‘Oh sweetie.’ you said to yourself feeling extra sorry for the woman. You grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter that was walking around the bar and sipped the drink as you walked to the next table.

While walking over to the next table not really paying attention to the man seated there, you were thinking of another crazy lie to tell the poor soul. Maybe lie about how you believe that an alien had taken over your body this very night and that the alien was looking for someone to bring back to their home planet. Or maybe that you believe that the world will be destroyed in exactly 24 hours from now and that the only way to save it is to kill a man who was at this very event. That idea might be too dark, but might scare them off.

As you approached the table you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/N?”

Looking up at the man in front of you in shock. “Steve? What the hell are you doing here?” you asked the man.

“Well, Bucky and Sam kind of convinced me to come down here and find a girlfriend.” he answered. “Why are you here?”

Right when you were about to answer he stopped you. “Wait, let me guess. Free drinks? Don’t you already raid Stark’s liquor cabinet every weekend?” he said with a smile.

“Hey, fuck you Rogers. I’ll have you know I was forced to come here by Nat and Wanda.” you said sassily but paused. “But I mean you’re right anyways.” you added chuckling.

“I guess our friends thought the same about our love lives.” he said while taking a sip of his drink.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” you smiled at him.

“We don’t have any.” he chuckled and you laughed along with him.

“I mean, you do have a point there Rogers.” you giggled as you finished your drink. You waved the waitress down ordering another glass of champagne.

“How many have you had?” Steve said motioning at your empty glass.

“I don’t know like 3 or 4? I’m not keeping count if they’re free.” you replied to the man.

“Well I don’t want you running off somewhere.” he said protectively.

“Rogers, you do know I have a strong alcohol tolerance” you asked looking at his blue eyes.

“Yes, but I still want you to be safe.” Steve replied as he drank his glass of water.

“Steve, I am literally an Avenger like you. I can take care of myself.” you huffed rolling your eyes. “You should live a little anyway, the drinks are free for a reason.”you added wiggling your eyebrows. This time Steve rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Fine, since you’re keeping me company for how long our little speed date is I’ll drink.” he smiled as he waved the waitress over and asked for a glass of whiskey. “But you do know that my alcohol tolerance is stronger than yours right?” he said, winking at you.

You giggled as your cheeks began to warm up. ‘Oh god, why is the alcohol now getting to me.’ you said to yourself as you gleaned around the room. You noticed that the host of your event went outside and found her fiancé.

Steve thanked the waitress as she returned with your guys’ drinks. He looked up at you and his eyes skimmed over your frame. He had never seen you in that dress before, maybe it was new? Regardless, you looked beautiful wearing anything. Taking a sip of his drink he looked towards where you were staring at. He saw the host of the event talking to her boyfriend aka the man that was cheating on her.

“I talked to the girl he was seeing.” Steve said.

“Yeah, I saw her leave the bar. Did you upset her?” you asked, looking back at the supers soldier.

“God no, I gave her advice.” he replied looking back at you. “I told her that he wasn’t worth it.”

“Smart. I was thinking of telling our host, but she seemed so in love with him I didn’t want to hurt her. I mean I am a stranger to her after all.” you admitted taking a sip of your drink.

“Hopefully, she’ll find out.” Steve shrugged. “So find anyone interesting?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Nope, I’ve been trying to scare most of them off.” you giggled as thought back to your first date.

“Why the hell would you do that?!” Steve laughed when he finally noticed your name tag. “Twyla? Y/N, you really didn’t want to be here huh?” he asked as he looked at you.

“Well, clearly no if I was messing with these poor men.” you chuckled while finishing your drink. “Why don’t we play a game since I don’t wanna mingle with anyone else right now.” you said as you looked up at Steve.

“What, now? What the hell is the catch?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed as he stared into your glistening eyes.

“Why does there have to be a catch? I’m just suggesting something to do, unless you do want to mingle with one of these women?” you replied with a quirked eyebrow.

Steve shook his head, “Not really, but I feel like you’re up to something.”

You shook your head no. “Come on it’ll be fun.” you begged.

“Ok fine. What did you have in mind.” he sighed as he looked at you.

“An easy game of Fuck, Marry, Kill.” you said with a smile. The alcohol was now affecting and building your confidence. You saw Steve’s Adam's apple bob as he nodded.

“Kill? That’s a little harsh.” Steve said as he looked at you.

“Seriously? Kill is harsh, but fuck is ok?” you whined at him and he nodded. ”Fine, then avoid instead of kill, you baby.” you added shaking your head.

“Who are your picks then?” he asked as he downed his drink.

“Simple, the lady you gave advice to, the woman in the very short dress and me.” you smirked as you took a sip of his water.

“Ok, avoid short dress woman, marry the woman I gave advice to and then have sex with you.” he answered honestly staring at you. You blinked in astonishment by his answer.

“Damn, Rogers you answered that way too quickly. Can I get an explanation as to why your answers came so easily?” you asked, staring at the blond.

‘Well, short dress woman I would avoid because I talked to her earlier and I was not feeling it. I would marry the woman I gave advice to because she seems to have good intentions.” Steve said confidently. “And I guess that leaves me to fuck you because I want to.” he added with lustful eyes.

‘Holy shit! Did he just admit he wanted to fuck you?!’ you thought to yourself as you sipped some water.

“Some bold words coming out of your mouth Rogers.” you said trying to think of something or anything to get more information about that last thing he said.

“Why is it bold, when it’s the truth.” he said looking dead into your eyes.

“Well then fuck me already.” you whisper winking at him.

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Secret Santa

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: When you pick Loki’s name for Secret Santa, you are at a loss for what to get him. Some quality time with the God of Mischief sheds some light on the situation. Warnings: pure, unadulterated fluff; very long A/N: It’s almost Christmas now; less than a week to go! And a big thank you to my best friend @lokistan for writing the beautiful poetry for this story. I love you my bean! Happy reading all :)

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“Oh my gosh, thank you Nat!” you said, throwing your arms around her shoulders in a hug. She had been your Secret Santa and gotten you the expensive jacket you’d been wanting for months. “It’s perfect.”

Christmas Eve in the Avengers Tower was full of laughter and drinks as the team exchanged Secret Santa gifts. Tomorrow morning you’d be opening regular presents, so it was tradition to set this aside for the night before. It was more fun that way, maybe because you could focus solely on the excitement of learning who had picked your name.

“You’re welcome. I know you were nervous about being able to pull it off, but it’ll look great on you,” she reassured, hugging you back. “Ok, now it’s your turn.”

You shot a nervous glance at Peter, who flashed a thumbs up. Thor, who was sitting next to you, pat your back. You stood and picked up the carefully wrapped package, all decorated in gold and green. You were nervous about what you had picked, but whether the recipient liked it or not, you were happy that this anxiety of if it was good enough or not would be over. You’d rather know. After all, you’d been feeling this way ever since you’d picked the name a week earlier...

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“Alright everyone,” Tony said, holding a stocking filled with little pieces of paper. “It’s time for Secret Santa. And remember, if you get me, cash is accepted.”

You gathered around with the rest of the team as they started to pick names. You said a little prayer that you would get Peter, your best friend, seeing as you already had about thirty different gift ideas for him. Wanda would be pretty easy, too, as you were also really close with her. In fact, looking around, you were able to come up with at least some scrap of an idea for almost everyone. Almost being the operative word. By the time Tony got to you, there was only one slip left. As you stuck your hand in the stocking, you made a silent wish that it wouldn’t be the one person you had no clue what to get for.

Please, you thought. Please be someone I know. Please don’t be...

Loki.

“And that concludes the name picking process,” Tony announced as you cast a dismayed look at the four-letter name on the paper. “You have a week to figure it out, so good luck.

“Remember, no swapping!” Steve added as the group began to disperse.

You looked around for the trickster, wondering why he was even participating. It’s not that you didn’t want him to, just that it didn’t seem like his kind of thing. From the way he was clenching his fists and scowling, you still guessed it wasn’t. Not like you really knew him all that well, unfortunately. When he’d come to the Tower, Loki seemed like he preferred the solitude. You often wondered if you should have made more of an effort to be his friend, wished that you had. There was this one time you were both reading Macbeth in a common area and had gotten into a very animated discussion about it. Nothing more ever really came of that, though, as he left for a mission the next day and didn’t return until two weeks later. By then, you’d both moved onto different books.

Later, you made a trip to the library, hoping to solve the enigma that is the God of Mischief. You were the only two people who went in their regularly and more than half the conversations you’d had with him had been held in that room. Granted they were all short, but you figured it was a start. In fact, you found yourself rather wanting to have a conversation with him right now. Yes, because of the Secret Santa thing, but also because they’d been getting more frequent recently. With every one, you realized how much you enjoyed talking to him. Unfortunately, he wasn’t in his usual spot by the crackling fire. You considered just leaving, but decided you should at least make some use of this trip. You’d seen him reading some works by James Joyce most recently, and you went to go look for the one he’d had last. Maybe seeing what he likes to read could give you some gift ideas. Your eyes scanned the shelves, but you couldn’t find it. It was possible you were just remembering the cover wrong. Just as you were about to give up, someone tapped your shoulder.

“Pardon me,” Loki said as you whipped around. “I think you may be looking for this.”

He held out the copy of the book you’d been looking for and raised an eyebrow when you just stared at him blankly for a second. Who could blame you, though? He was standing rather close, and he was... Well, quite frankly, he was hot. With his raven black hair framing his smooth, pale skin, and with striking blue-green eyes that stare into your soul, he was the most handsome man you’d ever met. Then again, he wasn’t really a man, was he?

“Oh, uh, yes. Yes I am,” you said, coming to your senses. “Thank you. Did you enjoy it?”

“Very much so. I have read it five times now. I apologize for that, if you were looking for it.”

“Don’t worry about it. You have nothing to apologize for.” He looked rather surprised that you would say such a thing, and you briefly wondered how many times people had made him apologize unnecessarily. “You could even just keep it if you want.”

“No, that is alright. At least, not until you have gotten to read it, too. Perhaps we could discuss it?” he said hesitantly, like he wasn’t sure if he was overstepping.

You looked at the title in your hands. Dubliners. You’d read a few of the short stories in high school and hadn’t enjoyed them much. But you were older now, so maybe your tastes had changed. Either way, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have another conversation with Loki. That slight smile and those intelligent eyes were just too captivating.

“That’s a wonderful idea. May I ask what your favorite is?”

“A good question. I think I will have to say Eveline. The way she ends up trapped, the mere emotion in the implication... It’s exquisitely done.”

“Wow, Loki, you have such a way with words. You’re beautiful,” you told him without thinking. As his eyes widened, you realized what you’d said and tried to cover it up. “I, um, I meant that that’s beautiful. The, ah, way you weave words. Sorry, I obviously don’t have the same ability.”

“It is quite alright. They do not call me silver-tongue for nothing, you know,” he said, though he was blushing now. “Still, I look forward to hearing your thoughts. But for now, my dear mortal, I must bid you goodbye. I have a sparring session with my brother to get to.”

He swept into a small, princely bow that made your heart stutter. Hugging the book to your chest, you waved goodbye, feeling much more awkward than he had been. You were also about a hundred times more determined to get Loki a perfect gift. You looked at the book again. It was a special first edition, unfortunately, and you couldn’t really do better than that. Besides, you got the impression he appreciated books more when they were well-loved. So, you could scratch that idea off the list.

You sighed and headed to your room for the night. Maybe an inspiration board could help you figure things out. Unfortunately, that led to you having a poster board with pictures solely of Loki. You’d meant to add other things, but you’d gotten so caught up in how beautiful he looked with his soft pink lips and carefully styled hair and... Ok, maybe you had the slightest, tiniest crush on the trickster god, but it was silly. You’d hardly even been friends for half a year. And yet, he was very hard to resist. You ended up destroying your project, cringing at the idea of anyone finding it and taking it the wrong way.

The next morning you woke up just as idealess as you had been the night before. You had been hoping that you could figure something out if you slept on it, but to no avail. Frustrated, you kicked your blankets off and got ready to attack the day. You absolutely hated the fact that you couldn’t come up with a gift idea on your own, and the last thing you wanted to have to do was ask someone else.

Splashing some water on your face, you had another idea that you quickly shut down. You’d thought for a second that maybe you could buy him some cologne, but then you realized you had no idea what scent or brand he used. In fact, you weren’t sure he used and fragrance at all. The smell of leather, pine, and old books that he had just suited him so well you couldn’t help but wonder if it was just a natural thing. Either way, he always smelled so safe, so wonderful. You cursed yourself for letting your thoughts take that turn again. It was a lot easier to ignore this crush when you didn’t have to be thinking about him 24/7.

Traipsing into the kitchen, you found Peter and Thor having an animated conversation about what was better, pecan or pumpkin pie. You wondered if you could bake something for Loki as a gift, then you realized that still required knowing what he likes. You would get him tea, but you already knew for a fact that was what Thor had gotten him as a regular present. Plus it was a special Asgardian blend, so there was no way you could top that.

“Good morning, guys,” you greeted as you tried to decide what to eat for breakfast.

“Morning,” they chorused back.

You bit your lip, coming to a split second decision. “Can I ask you two a question. It’s about Secret Santa.”

“Sure, go ahead,” Peter said while you took a seat across from them.

“Ok, this is top secret, right? So don’t tell anybody.” They both eagerly nodded their heads. “I know you’re both friends with Loki, and well, I picked his name. I have no clue what to get him, though. Any ideas?”

“I have the perfect idea!” Thor declared as you motioned for him to keep his voice down. “Get him some causal Midgardian clothes. You have excellent taste, I am sure he will love whatever you pick out.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Are you sure that’s not just what you want for him? I mean, he seems plenty happy to wear his Asgardian clothes around the Tower. And there’s nothing wrong with dressing up when you go out.” You sighed when Thor just seemed confused by your words, not understanding that his brother had embraced the Midgardian style as much as he wanted to. “I’ll just consider that a back-up plan for now. What about you, Peter? Any thoughts?”

“What if we just went shopping together?” he excitedly suggested. “Then if we see something we think is good, we can just point it out.”

You hurriedly agreed, anxious to get the gift-buying out of the way. The plan was to head out right after your training session with Nat and Steve. Unfortunately, that meant you were distracted nearly the whole time, leaving you with a few more bruises than normal. You loved your teammates to death, but boy did they ever need to learn how to ease up a little in practice. You stayed a few minutes extra to do some cool down stretches, and in waltzed the trickster god who had been occupying so much of your brain space recently. The way he was flipping and catching his daggers as he walked was slightly mesmerizing.

“My apologies,” he said, noticing you. “I did not think there was anyone else in here. I can come back later if you still need the space.”

“No!” you shouted as he began to turn away. It was a bit louder than you had meant to say it, and you mentally kicked yourself. “I mean, I was just on my way out, so please, stay.”

He smiled and set his things down on the bench next to yours. You eyed the daggers that had just been wielded by his expertly trained hands moments ago.

“May I?” you asked, gesturing to them.

He picked one up and handed it to you. Turning it over in your hands, you noticed that handles were slightly worn, but it was still excellently crafted. The blade had obviously been sharpened a great number of times before and was looking like it might need to be again. You’d never personally used a dagger in battle, but the way Loki was so graceful with them made a part of you want to.

“To be very precise with such a weapon,” Loki began as if reading your thoughts, “requires great focus and skill. There is no room for error when used to block another’s attack, and to deliver a powerful blow, you must strike in just the right spot.” A shiver of excitement shot down your spine as he picked up his other blade and began adeptly demonstrating, moving like a flowing river as he sliced the air. “It is much smaller than most weapons, sure. However, it is just as deadly. And if the sword is an extension of your body, the same can be said for the dagger tenfold.”

You blinked a couple times, beyond impressed by his majestic, fluid movements. It was breathtaking. He was breathtaking. Now you just had to find a way to say that without sounding obsessed.

“Wow, Loki,” you finally gasped, unable to hide your amazement. “I don’t know how you do it, but you even make weapons sound beautiful. And you’re very talented, too. I could never,” you nervously laughed.

“You are too kind to me, my dear mortal,” he said, and you felt a spark of pride in your chest that you were making him blush yet again. “You are not kind enough to yourself, though. I am certain you would be excellent. Perhaps you just need to find a teacher.”

“Would you teach me?” you asked, oddly worried to do so. You tried to calm your swelling nerves.

“Well, I did not mean to imply that I should be your instructor, for I fear that I would not be very good at it.” He watched your smile falter just the tiniest bit and found himself rushing to bring it back to full strength. “However, if you so desire, I can certainly try. I must warn you, it will not be easy.”

“Loki, you’d really do that for me?” Your heart beat a little faster in your chest as he shyly nodded his head yes. “I would love to. And don’t worry about going easy; I want to be as good as you.”

“Excellent! We shall have out first lesson, say, at the start of the New Year?”

After the plans were set, you excused yourself so you could meet your friends for shopping. You were late as it was, and you still had to go freshen up. The whole reason for the trip was you, and you’d feel bad to keep them waiting much longer. Still, you stole one last glance at Loki before exiting.

Hours later, you still had no gift for Loki. You barely even had an idea, much to your dismay. Peter and Thor kept pointing out little trinkets, a couple of which you did pick up as a regular gift for him, but your Secret Santa gift had to be a showstopper. Something about him drew you in, and you wanted to give him the most amazing present you could. If only it weren’t so difficult.

You were walking down a street when you happened to notice the trickster god himself in one of the store windows. You waved your companions on with the excuse you wanted to check something out for one of them and entered the shop Loki was at. For a second you considered just watching him to try to get some ideas, but that was quickly dashed when he let out a sigh of frustration. He just looked so perplexed and adorably aggravated.

“Hey, Loki,” you greeted after clearing your throat. “Funny running into you here. Are you alright?”

“Hello, my dear mortal. Thank you for asking,” he said. “I am alright. It is just this blasted Secret Santa.”

“I know what you mean,” you replied before you could help yourself. “But I’m, uh, not going to say who it is. I mean, you can tell me if you want to, but I’ve already told so many people it’ll hardly be a secret if anyone else knows,” you covered your tracks.

“Ah, I see. It is supposed to be a secret, and I do so ever hate to crack under the pressure, but I find myself in dire need of assistance. Do you suppose you could help?”

You beamed at him as you realized you’d talked with him more in the past few days than you had in the last three weeks. If there was one thing you knew, it was you had better be careful, or you’d get addicted to the sound of his voice. You were on thin ice with this crush as it was, you really shouldn’t let it blossom into more.

“Sure! I’d love to. Who do you have?” you finally said, looking around the store. “Wait, let me guess. Steve?”

“Stark.”

“Oh. Well, he did say cash was fine,” you giggled.

“Believe me, I was tempted,” Loki chuckled along with you. “But I promised Thor I would make more of an effort this time around. I do not know what he is talking about, though. Bruce loved his socks last year!”

You slapped a hand over your mouth as your loud laughter garnered a few stares from other shoppers. Loki’s eyes held only soft admiration, though, and your hands got a little sweaty from how nervous that made you. You subtly wiped them on your pants as you calmed down.

“Well, it you want to get something more personal, I might have an idea.”

“By all means, do tell,” he urged.

“You know that tool set he was talking about the other day?” you questioned, but were met with a blank stare. “I’ll take that as a no, but he was saying he didn’t want to get them because he doesn’t actually need them.”

“When has that ever stopped him before?” Loki scoffed.

“I guess he’s trying something new,” you shrugged. “But anyway, if you got them it would show you were thinking about what he actually liked and stuff. Or maybe that’s dumb, sorry.”

“No, no, it is a splendid idea!” he was quick to reassure you. For a second it seemed as if he was going to reach out and touch your shoulder, but then he thought better of it. “You do not happen to know where they are sold, do you?”

You nodded and led him out of the store you were in, towards the place where he could buy them. You were waiting at a corner for a light to change, amicably chatting. Nothing groundbreaking, just small talk. Regardless, it made your heart beat just a little faster. Still engrossed in the conversation, you took a step out into the crosswalk when the light said it was safe to go. You didn’t notice the car speeding towards you until Loki grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into his chest. You gasped as he glared after the driver, who gave no acknowledgement or apology to you. The god’s arms were wrapped around you in a protective manner, and you looked up at his face, appreciating his beauty at this close angle. Given what had just happened, probably not the thing you should be focusing on.

“My dear mortal,” he fretted, looking down at you, not yet letting go. “Are you alright? You are not injured at all, are you? Shall I take you to the hospital wing to make sure?”

“I’m ok,” you reassured him, though a part of you didn’t want to. He seemed about ready to scoop you up and use his godly strength to carry you home. Alas, your moral compass decided that wouldn’t be very fair to him. “Just a little shaken, but you saved me. Thank you, Loki. That doesn’t really cut it, but thank you so much.”

“Do not mention it. I am just glad you are alright,” he replied, though his voice did still have a tint of worry to it. Maybe you were imaging it, but he seemed almost reluctant to let you go from his tight embrace. “Now, you may carefully lead the way. Carefully,” he emphasized.

With a giggle, you brought him to the store where the tools were. After browsing the aisles for a few minutes, the two of you found the shelf they were on. With a frown, you examined the price tag.

“Sorry, Loki,” you said. “I didn’t realize how expensive it was.”

“It is fine,” he replied, looking at the cost himself. “This is actually plenty within my price range.”

You waited outside of the busy store while he made his purchase and checked your phone. You felt a pang of guilt as you noticed a number of missed texts from Peter and Thor.

Sorry guys, you texted the group chat. Ran into someone I know and got carried away. Carry on without me.

Don’t worry, came Peter’s reply. See you back home :)

You pocketed your phone as Loki walked back out, giving you a smile. You looked at the ground to keep yourself from saying something stupid.

“I hope I am not keeping you from anything,” he said as you started walking back towards the Tower. “Is there any shopping I can assist you with?”

You lamented the irony of the situation. Despite the entire point of this venture being to buy a gift for Loki, you were still empty handed. It was tempting to try to ask him what he wanted, but you were sure he was far more clever than you were subtle.

“No, I’m good, thanks. But if you don’t mind my asking, how do you have so much money?” you asked to satisfy your curiosity. “I mean, Tony’s always complaining about how you use his credit card.”

“That, my dear mortal, is simply because I can,” he replied as you both laughed. “I have been around for much longer than you might imagine. I have amassed a certain amount of wealth in my many years.”

“Wow, that’s pretty cool, actually. You’re making me wish I was an immortal being,” you joked.

“And tell me, my dear mortal, if you were to treat yourself to something nice, what would it be?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Maybe I’d go to a nice restaurant,” you finally said. “It doesn’t have to be anything too far from home. Oh! Like, Nobu has really good sushi.”

“Well then, perhaps I will have to pay for us to have a meal there sometime.”

“Yeah! I bet the team would really like that.”

“Actually,” he sheepishly said, bringing you to a stop on the sidewalk, “I meant for just the two of us to go. That is, if you would like to. Maybe one day after we start our training. You are not obligated to say yes, though. The offer for me to pay is still open if you would like to take another friend instead of me.”

“Loki, no. That’s so generous, of course I’d love to go with you,” you reassured him, settling a hand on his arm. Though, admittedly, you were beyond flustered, especially when you realized how that last sentence sounded. “I mean as friends, of course. It sounds amazing, thank you.”

“Well then, I look forward to it.” He brought his hand to rest on yours, and goosebumps erupted on your skin, not only from his cold touch, but the wave of excitement you felt. “And speaking of our lessons, I was thinking you may want some daggers of your own. We do not have to get them now but-”

“That’s it!” you suddenly shouted, then apologized for cutting him off. “Can I borrow your daggers, Loki? To go get myself a pair?”

He offered to come with you, but you waved him off, saying you’d be fine on your own. It was a little suspicious, he thought, but decided to drop it. Handing you the weapons, he bid you goodbye. As soon as he was out of eyesight, you examined the daggers, trying to get a clear picture in your mind of what you wanted.

A few quick stops later, and after gaining permission from Tony, you were in the lab, carefully crafting Loki’s gift. It took a few days, and you were by no means used to doing this kind of thing, but you were finally satisfied with the finished product. You wrapped it and then hid it with the rest of your presents, just waiting to be given to their recipients. With only a few days left until Christmas Eve, you were filled with an anxious excitement to give Loki his gift. There was nothing left to do but hope that he likes it.

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...You looked everywhere but at Loki as you approached him, nerves bubbling in your stomach. By the time you reached him, his mouth had curled into a soft smile. It occurred to you that you’d never seen him look that way at anyone but you. Building on the confidence that thought brought, you held out the gift.

“Here, Loki,” you told him, averting your gaze again. “This is for you.”

You perched on the edge of the coffee table across from him as he accepted the package with a thank you. There was some light chatter coming from the rest of your teammates, but it felt like the only people in the world at this moment were you and Loki, his fingers skillfully unwrapping the present. You sat on your hands to keep from fidgeting with them. It took all your focus to keep your eyes on Loki and not wandering the room in anticipation. As he opened the lid of the box and revealed what was inside, his mouth formed into a surprised “o”.

He picked up the gift, a pair of new daggers, each with a gold hilt. His name was engraved on it, and there was a band of emeralds at the top and bottom. You’d made them the same dimensions as his old ones.

“My dear mortal,” he breathed in awe, his eyes full of sincerity, coming up to met yours. “This is so thoughtful, so beautiful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Loki. I’m really glad you like it.”

“I do. I love it,” he replied, taking your hand in his for the briefest of moments. He pulled away before anyone could really think anything of it. Neither of you said anything else, instead just staring into each other’s eyes.

“Ok, Reindeer Games,” Tony said, interrupting the moment you were sharing with Loki. “Now it’s your turn. So, who’d you get?”

“Well, actually, I picked your name, Stark. Here,” he said, nonchalantly handing over the gift. Though he seemed completely uninterested, you could tell he was a little nervous. “For you.”

“Alright, let’s see what it is. I swear, this better not be socks or-” Tony cut off, seeing the very thing he wanted. “Wow, Rock of Ages. This is really thoughtful. Thanks. I had no idea you actually listened,” he finished with a laugh.

“You are quite welcome,” Loki said, but he was more looking at you than Tony.

Later that evening, after all the gifts were given out, you were sitting by the fireplace, waiting for the flames to completely die out. You were curled up in the corner of the couch, your feet pulled up next to you, a blanket draped over your shoulders, and a book open on your lap.

“My dear mortal,” Loki’s voice suddenly said as he appeared in the doorway, pulling you from the words on the page. “I thought you were supposed to be in bed, lest Santa skip this house and move onto the next.”

“Yes, but I have to make sure the fire goes out so he can get in,” you laughed, playing along. “As long as I’m up, I wouldn’t mind some company. Care to join me?”

Wordlessly, he sat down, and you closed your book. The both of you just stared at the dying flames in a peaceful silence for a while. Your mind seemed to be content to be filled with thoughts of Loki; the way he was sitting so close, the way his hands kept brushing his hair away from his face every few moments, the way he’d looked at you earlier when he’d received your gift. After you weren’t sure exactly how long, he gently said your name, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?” you replied.

“I truly do your love your gift. It is beyond lovely, your generosity and thoughtfulness a true reflection of what is in your brilliant soul.”

“Loki, I can’t even express how happy I am to hear that. And thank you for your beautiful words.”

“Speaking of,” he nervously said, “the gift that I have for you, it is, well, my words. A poem. I am sorry to say, I would be a little self-conscious to give it to you in front of everyone else. Would I... Would I be able to recite it to you now?”

“Of course, Loki. Whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m just grateful that you’re willing to share it with me.”

“Alright then, my dear mortal. Here goes nothing.”

You shifted to a more position as he took a deep breath and opened up a journal. You waited with bated breath as he began to speak.

“From your eyes that shine as the brightest stars, to your smile that's a reflection of your radiant heart. From your gentle hands that fit as though they belong in mine, to your laugh that stops my perception of time. You've shown me kindness when I didn't feel I deserved it, you welcomed me into your world with a caring embrace and showed me I am not my mistakes. My heart beats stronger for you, the love that I feel couldn't be more true. If you will have me, I will show you the world, for you have shown me the universe, the place also known as your touch, as your mind, as your heart, as your soul. You, you are my universe.”

He looked at you expectantly, but with a hesitation understandable given what he’d just confessed. You wanted to tell him how you felt just as eloquently, but were dumbstruck that the feelings were even reciprocated.

“Loki,” you said, holding his cold hands in your warm ones. “That’s so beautiful and I-I love you, too.”

He seemed just as shocked as you that the feeling could be mutual. He squeezed your hands, at a loss for words for the first time since you’d known him. With no one to interrupt you this time, you remained lost in each other’s emotion-filled eyes. It was Loki who broke the silence.

“My dear mortal, I... May I kiss you?”

You answered by surging forward and pressing your lips to his. His hands came to cup your cheeks, and yours found his hair, tangling themselves in his dark locks. He tasted like heaven, and you sighed against his mouth. You could have stayed that way forever, and yet it could never be enough. Sadly, you had to pull away, but Loki was quick to pull you against him, holding you to his chest as if he didn’t believe you’d stay, didn’t believe he could have something so wonderful.

You stayed like that for a while, conveying things even words couldn’t say in the silence, just holding each other. Eventually, you began talking, enjoying the way a light conversation was flowing between you. Your eyes were drooping shut as you snuggled against his chest, the final embers of the fire going out. You glanced at the clock and saw that it read midnight.

“Merry Christmas, Loki,” you whispered. “There’s no one I’d rather be with than you.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, my dear mortal. I could write you a thousand poems, and still I would never properly express how much I feel the same.”

As sleep slowly claimed you, it occurred to you that you may have never even admitted how you feel without the whole Secret Santa ordeal. It seemed that it had revealed more secrets than you’d ever expected, and for that, you’d be forever grateful.

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❛ A PSYCHO? ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Headcanon 8 with Will please.

❚❙ Headcanon: Secret admirer.

❚❙ WILL HALSTEAD MASTERLIST.

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At first, when you receive a bouquet, you don't give it as much importance as Maggie and April do, thinking that maybe they're from a grateful patient.

Until you realize that it's a coincidence that, whoever sent them, chose sunflowers. Not many people know they're your favorites and that's when curiosity invades you.

You can't help but fixate on every man in the hospital. Mainly in your friends, the ones who maybe have heard you talking about small details like the fact that you love sunflowers.

In your free time, you write a list of names.

You need to know it. Not everybody makes a gift like this in these kinds of times.

But after a couple of days without any sign else, you start to find random sticky notes in your office, your locker, even on the windshield of your car.

And they all know what to say to make you feel better.

If it has been a bad day, you find one saying ‘everything is gonna be okay’ or ‘I've missed your smile today’.

If it has been a good day, the ones you find are the type of ‘you did an amazing job today’, ‘you're the best nurse I know’, ‘people should learn from you’.

You talk about it with your friends every day.

Even Sharon asks you if you have found another one at the end of your shift.

Everybody looks excited about your secret admirer.

But you aren't able to discover who he is.

And you really want to know it. Not only because of curiosity but because you want to thank him for brightening up your days. Mostly, the darkest ones.

He has earned all your attention. You can't stop commenting about it being the main topic of talks in Molly's.

You don't care about Connor saying that he must be a coward for not revealing his identity; or about Ethan saying that he must be too ugly.

You don't care about his appearance, that's for real. A man who worries about you, about not seeing you smile; a man who praises your hard work deserves your interest.

Natalie and Sarah have helped you try to discover him, after a month.

And no one of you will admit that maybe you tried to bribe the security guys to watch the hospital footage. Not even that you made Atwater try to investigate the flower shop.

But when a young patient brings you a Snickers to the library with a sticky note on it saying ‘you're close, I just hope you don't hate me when you discover who I am’, your list of names comes down to three. And two don't have sense.

Being aware that he is watching you right now, reading it, you pretend to continue studying for your next exam.

Until he leaves the library.

Secret Admirer reunion.

You can't believe who has been doing it all this time. Your friends either.

Sharon, Maggie, April, Natalie, and Sarah are on the edge of their nerves waiting for you to say the name out loud.

Will.

“Will? Halstead?” They all ask in unison. “How do you know it?”

“He's the one who never says anything about my secret admirer. And he was trying to not look like he was very focused on seeing my reaction with the last note”.

“Didn't know Halstead could be this romantic… He's more like an asshole with girls”. April is more surprised than anyone there.

“So, which is the next step?”

The crazy ideas go from implicating his brother to a home invasion to prepare him a date. But everything sounds too illegal.

At this point, Daniel joins your prank.

Oh, God bless Doctor Charles.

He knows exactly how to make Will confess.

At Molly's.

Surrounded by all your colleagues from the hospital.

“I'm tired of that guy. Seriously, if he likes me, why just don't… say it? I mean, what's the point of staying in the shadow?”

“Do you know secret admirers are considered psychopaths?”

The laughs fill up the bar.

“Explain that, Doctor Charles”. You are choking on your beer, not expecting it.

“The difference between a secret admirer and a stalker is the fact that a stalker feels an obsession for his target. But they share more similarities than people actually know. Without keeping in mind that a rejected secret admirer can turn into a stalker or, even, into a killer”.

“A killer?”

“Exactly. By rejecting him, you hurt his ego, his manhood. The feeling of not being good enough, of being insufficient for his beloved, can develop killer instincts”.

“If I can't have you, nobody will”. Wise words from Sharon.

“Should I talk to… Dawson or Voight?” You whisper pretending to be scared and confused, seeing Daniel nodding with his lips pressed against the edge of his glass of whisky. “Okay… I'm gonna text Antonio before this gets ou—”.

“I'm not a serial killer!”

FINALLY.

Everybody at the table looks at Will and the gesture of confusion is installed on his face.

Then, he realizes what is going on.

It was a trap.

And it worked to perfection.

“C'mon! Why didn't you simply ask me?”

“'Cause it wouldn't have been fun, Halstead!”

“You all are a bunch of traitors”. Will points at all your friends, who break in laughs. “And you… Doctor Charles… You should know I'm pretty far from being a psycho”.

“I do”.

“Okay, we're leaving you alone”. April giggles palming Will's back, before turning towards you. “Just in case, keep your phone close”.

You have never seen him blushing till his cheeks have the same color as his hair. And he looks really cute.

You can't stop smiling.

And he can't look you in your face.

“So… are you gonna ask me for a date or…?”

“You want?”

“Of course I want, idiot. Been waiting for it for a long month. So don't you dare to tell me you don't wanna go on a date”.

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baby-bearie · 4 years

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no regrets

a lot of almost john b x reader, but ends with jj x reader

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a/n: this will be the first of three imagines i’m going to post tonight so i’m sorry about the tags all my mutuals are going to get lol. i know i’m annoying but i had these fully written and edited. two of them will be shorter then normal, but the third will be mildly long.

You never actually met John B. He was just always there.

His dad had been your mom’s best friend. John B’s mom had him around the same time your mom had you, so you practically grew up together. You did everything together, and basically the whole Cut had been convinced for your whole childhood that eventually, the two of you would get married one day.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said that sometimes, late at night, lying awake in your bed you didn’t think maybe it could work out. Maybe you could be happy with John B.

He was sweet. And pretty cute for a boy your age. And he knew you better than your whole family combined.

But you didn’t love him. You didn’t even like him like that. And you knew that you never would.

Because since you learned what love was, you’ve only loved one boy.

You actually remember when you met JJ. It was in John B’s house, where you went every single day after school. It was the 3rd grade, and you had missed the bus waiting for John B. When you finally went to his house to chew him out, you found JJ too.

One lopsided smile and you were a goner.

The three of you became a force to be reckoned with. You made a pact with them. No regrets.

Right now, you were regretting letting your friends into your house.

They knocked again on your bedroom door.

“Why are you locking your door? What do you need to be doing in there that this door is locked?” JJ yelled, making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t know, how about changing?” You hollered back at him.

“She’s lying, there’s probably a guy in there,” John B laughed, before adding, “or are there like 5?”

“Remind me to beat you up later.” “As if Y/n would ever be with anybody other than her future prince, Prince John B.”

JJ’s high pitched introduction of Prince John B doesn’t make you laugh, but it gets one from John.

You skip a beat for a second, always disappointed that JJ still thinks you’d ever like John B like that.

“Hey, what’s taking you guys forever?” You hear Kiara’s voice from behind the door.

“Ms. Routledge is taking forever. Ask her.”

Kiara rolls her eyes but knocks on the door. “Y/n, it’s already nearly 12. John B can barely drive as it is, how much better do you think he’ll be in the dark?”

You open the door to the cheers of your friends, who shove you past the snack bags you wanted to bring and out the door.

The plan tonight is to head out to the Boneyard. No party or anything, just the five of you chilling out there.

Kiara is completely right.

John B sucks at driving, and he’s even worse when it’s dark out.

You make it there in one piece, and you pull out a folding lawn chair for yourself. You came prepared.

You still weren’t prepared for John B to crash into it the moment you set it down.

“Dude, outta my chair,” you groan. “Come on, we’ll split it,” he bargains, and you agree, crashing into the tiny space he’s allotted to you, and throwing your legs over the side of the chair.

You completely miss the way JJ flinches.

Pope suggests a game of truth or dare, and the rest of you agree.

Questions are passed around, and eventually it’s your 5th or 6th turn.

Pope rubs his hands together. “Alright, Y/n, if you were being forced to date a pogue, who would it be?”

Kiara and John B boo at Pope’s question, saying it’s already obvious. JJ is silent, his eyes are locked on your face. He’s waiting for you to say something.

Your mouth opens without thinking, and you realize that the name about to come out of your mouth is JJ’s. You backtrack for a second, and later than you should’ve, reply with, “John B, of course. Who else?”

JJ nods, and he suddenly seems to find the sand in front of him very interesting.

It’s early morning now, and Kiara, JJ and Pope are laying on the shoreline. You and John B have remained in your singular seat.

He pokes your side.

“So, when were you going to tell me?”

You snap your gaze away from JJ and up at your friend. “Tell you what?”

“Tell me you’d date me.” He smiles.

“Figured you’d already know, apparently everybody but us does.”

“So, you for sure love me? You know, like that?”

You hesitate, but tell him yes. You don’t know why. You tell yourself this is who you’re meant to be, but you just lied to John B to end up here.

“Well, I love you , like that. Maybe we should be dating.”

Your eyes are wide now. You didn’t expect this response. Not at all. You’d thought maybe he’d take it slow.

“And you can come live with me permanently, and we can do all the dating things- “Okay, fine, I don’t.”

“Don’t?” John B’s smile is peaceful and that’s how you know he’s toying with you.

“I don’t love you. Not like that.”

“There she is. What did you think you were doing, trying to lie to me like that. As if I don’t know the way you rub your nose when you lie.” You gasp. “ I do not!”

“You just did!” You both laugh, but when it dies down, John B has become solemn again.

“I know you really well, Y/n. And I know something’s been off about you and I recently. Is something up?”

“Well, there’s this guy- “Who?”

“What?” “Well, if you’re leaving me for some guy I want to know who it is.” He laughs at your confused expression.

“I can’t really tell you.” “Y/n, that’s basically code for ‘you know him’. Who is it?”

For the slightest second, the thinnest sliver of time, your eyes dart over to JJ.

“No fucking way.” John B’s voice is coated in disbelief. “JJ?”

You groan, covering your face with your palms. “Fuck you and your weird ability to read me.”

“JJ? Our JJ? Since when?” John’s voice is a mixture of surprise and sadness.

“Since like 9 years ago.” You don’t take your face from your hands. You don’t want to see the look on John B’s face.

“Well, shit. Does he know?”

“No,” you watch JJ laugh at something Kiara said. He catches your eye and salutes you, then makes a heart sign at the two of you. “And you can’t tell him!” You look at John now, grabbing his shoulder for emphasis.

“My lips are sealed, Ms. Maybank.” “Shut up.”

You both sit in silence, taking in the fact that John B finally knows, and he doesn’t hate you for it.

“John B?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you mean what you said?” A realization dawns upon you suddenly. “Do you love me?”

John B nods, smiling softly. His eyes are sad and your mouth parts. You didn’t know you’d hurt him like this.

“I do love you. I have. But, I think a good chunk of me always knew you weren’t mine to love.”

You rest your head on his chest now. You feel like you’re going to cry.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You deserve someone who will love you. I’m sorry I can’t give you that.”

He shakes his head. “It’s not your fault. No regrets, right? You deserve someone you love, too. You’re welcome for this, by the way.” John B stands up, forcing you up too. Before you can comprehend what he just said, he calls out to the others.

“Kiara, Pope, let me give you a ride home. You, stay here and I’ll be back in like 15 minutes for you. You have some talking to do.” John B winks at you before following Kiara and Pope towards the van.

You turn to look at JJ who looks rather confused. “What was that all about?”

“Uh, J, I need to talk to you.”

JJ’s face twists into one of concern.

“J, I, shit, I love you.” You blurt out. No regrets.

“What?” JJ’s voice comes out high and squeaky. His eyebrows are high, his eyes are wide and he looks like someone just told him mermaids were real.

“I love you,” you repeat, quieter this time. You hear no response from JJ, and when you look at him, you’re instead met by a kiss.

He rushes into it, cupping your face in both hands. You pull away, studying his face.

Is this real? His eyes stare right back into yours. This is real.

You kiss him again, and it feels so freeing, better than you ever imagined it would be.

He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.” He breathes out.

“No regrets?” You smile.

“No regrets.”

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“So you got the keys from him?” you ask as you sit in the passenger seat of Soonyoung’s car. “Yea. It was actually way easier than I thought it would be. I think he’s a fan.” he replies with a chuckle. He turns on some music and the two of you drive to the studio in a comfortable silence. After what seems like a long time, you see a cute brown haired boy standing at the entrance.

“Oh my god! Y/n! I’m Lee Chan. I’m a huge fan of you and the rest of JC. This is so crazy. Can I please hug you?” he says and you open your arms for him to run into. He hugs you comfortably, like you guys have been friends for years, “Turns out he’s just my fan, Soonie. I can’t believe Cheol didn’t let me meet you sooner”

“He doesn’t really trust a certain someone.” Chan says as you guys walk into the studio. He turns and gives Soonyoung the keys, “Just lock up before you guys leave. Not that anyone would really break into a dance studio, but just to be safe”

“I thought WE were gonna break into this studio at midnight, Soon?” you turn to the guy standing beside you, already starting to stretch. “Eh, it’s 10, so close enough. Also, Seoyeon convinced me to stop breaking into places” You feel a pang of jealousy when he mentions her name yet you don’t really know why. They were really close at the photoshoot, maybe they were together. You know you shouldn’t feel upset, but part of you can’t help yourself. “Earth to Y/n. What are you thinking about?”

“Oh nothing. Where’s Chan?” you ask looking for the smaller boy. “He left like just now. You were really spacing out, weren’t you. I wonder what’s going through that pretty little head of yours” he says with a small smirk and ruffles your hair a bit. You can’t help but look at his slightly toned arms. When did he get so in shape, you wonder. Realizing you’ve been staring for longer than you should be, you change the topic, “Are we dancing or not, Soonie?”

“Well first stretch. I know you don’t workout and this routine will definitely kill your body” “Why are you making me do a hard routine then, you know I can’t dance” “Because I like seeing you suffer.” You start doing some stretches, but clearly not good enough as Soonyoung comes up to you, “Jeez, come here. Let me help you. Open your legs, then put your right leg in” he says while walking behind you. He softly bends you forward and thoughts you shouldn’t be having about your best friend start to flood your mind. You quickly get up and say, “I think that’s enough stretching. Can we just learn the routine now?”

“Okay okay, but don’t complain to me when your body is aching in the morning.” he says with a wink and walks off somewhere. You know he’s just playing with you, but you can’t help but feel a bit flustered. You turn and start to set up the camera. He comes back with some water, “Are you gonna do the intro or should I?”

“We should both do it. This is our first video together in how long. They’ll love it if we do it together.” you say as you get into a spot where the camera can see the both of you. You clap your hands to start the intro but the two of you fail miserably a bunch of times. “Okay, Y/n you need to stop laughing. We’ve been trying to do this for the past 13 minutes.” “You act like you aren’t dying either. I’m trying to stay serious but you’re making it way too hard. Alright on three. One, two, three”

“Hey there, guys. It’s Leader Line’s Hoshi and Y/n and we’re here today to dance.” You guys finally say in unison. Soonyoung takes the lead as he begins to say, “As you all know, Y/n is probably one of the worst dancers in the world so I’m gonna teach her one of the hardest choreo’s I know” “He’s back for five days and the first thing he wants to do is torture me can you believe it”

“Anyways, we’re gonna be dancing to Just by Bumzu” he turns to you and turns on his phone to show you a video. As he starts it you see a familiar boy pop up on the screen, “Oh shit is that Chan. Wow. He’s really good, but how the hell do you expect me to do what he just did? also why is the song so..?” “So what, Y/n?” “Nothing. Nevermind. But also you better have like an easier version of that” “I do.” he says before turning to the camera, “Before we start, check out our friend’s, Chan, youtube channel. It’s called Dino’s Danceology and he’s really incredible. Now onto the dancing. I changed a bit of it so it’s easier for you and better for two partners”

You guys dance for a while to learn it all. After around 30 minutes you beg for a break and walk over to the camera to turn it off for a while. “Soonie, can’t you see I’m dying. Give me like 10 minutes then we can start again.” you say as you collapse on the floor. He gets a drink of water, takes off his shirt, and lays down beside you. You try not to look over at him, knowing you’ll have even worse thoughts about him then the ones you’re already having. As you’re gonna say something, he opens his mouth, “How about we leave the camera off for a while and just finish learning the dance. We can turn it back on once we finish the routine. Now get up, we’re almost done”

“Why is the dance so like...sexy? Isn’t that kinda weird? Also Chan’s version wasn’t really like this” you say trying to get a reason as to why he chose this song. “Because it has to be a routine for two people. And sexy gets content you know,”

You guys get back into the dance, but not after long, you’re already stumbling on your feet again. Soonyoung grabs your waist to steady you and your back presses up against his bare chest. Your faces are only centimeters apart and it is taking all of you not to lean in at the moment. But before either of you can do anything, he says, “Okay, I think you got it. It’s really late so let’s do this routine then go home”

You turn the camera back on and the two of you start the dance. The both of you finish perfectly in one go, so you run to grab the camera without having an outro. You grab your things and try to quickly leave, but Soonyoung stops you before you can walk out, “Where are you going? I drove us here”

“I can walk home, my place isn’t too far. Also I have to grab dinner for the group anyways, I doubt they’ve eaten yet. I can edit everything then send it over to you to make sure everything is good, yea?” “Um, sure. Have a good night I guess” “Goodnight, Soonyoung”

Let Me Hear You Say

part 10: We Dance!!! (10/??)

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summary: after not seeing each other for years, Yn is ecstatic when she finds out all of her friends will finally be in the same place at one time. but unfortunately an unwanted dream turns a 12 year friendship into hateful relationship between yn and soonyoung.

pairing: reader x soonyoung.

genre: angst, comedy, youtube au, sm au. friends to enemies to lovers.

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jokertrap-ran · 3 years

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(未定事件簿) EVENT! 「眷然恋影」 [Tears of Themis] EVENT: Zuo Ran Birthday 2021- Days to Re-Live Forever (4.26: Birthday Celebration)

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On the day of Zuo Ran's birthday, I asked sister Zhao Xing for her help beforehand to arrange his schedule so that he got off work right on the dot.

And, using the reasoning of "The volunteers need more hands to finish setting up the set", I invited him to the Film Museum.

I explained what I did as a volunteer along our way there, doing my best to avoid the topic entirely, for fear that he'd pick up on my intent.

Very soon, we found ourselves at the Live-action Studio.

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Location: Live Action Studio

Zuo Ran: Is the place that requires help still up ahead?

MC: Yes. Soon. We'll be there soon, just a little more!

I did my best to suppress the nervousness that nagged at me, turning at the curb together with him up ahead before reaching a did. I knew that what laid behind the door was none other than the set that I'd painstakingly decorated.

▷Choice: Push the door open

Tugging at his hand, I took a deep breath and opened the doors.

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Location: Set

MC: Happy Birthday, Lawyer Zuo!

I cheered right as we entered.

Zuo Ran: You… This...

All we could see around us were the streets that gave off a foreign vibe, the light shining through the windows comforting and warm.

This was the set I chose— This was where Mary and Tim had their first date after he'd time travelled.

In the film, Mary stood in front of the shop's entrance after dinner, asking if Tim could see her off. This was also where their story had truly begun.

Be it the signboard atop the entrance, the hanging plants, or the colourful street decor, it all made people reminiscent of that one beautiful, destined night.

Zuo Ran: This is the Restaurant on the corner that Tim and Mary had their first date at?

MC: That's right, I knew you'd recognize it at a glance!

Of course, I'd also done a couple of adjustments to the set itself by adding a couple of birthday decor.

For example, the row of lights hanging from the roof, the colourful flags the spelled "Happy Birthday", and the many gifts stacked beside the coffee table.

And hidden among those gifts, was the "Collector's Edition: The World-wide Film Script Collection".

This made Zuo Ran, who'd remained calm and unfazed in the face of all that has happened, express a rare moment of surprise.

Zuo Ran: So, that's why you...

I knew that it was going to be hard to explain everything to him immediately, so I decided to sit him down first.

MC: Okay, okay, I know that you must have a truckload of questions; but first, have a seat and try the desserts and coffee that I made.

MC: I'll slowly tell you about the secrets of this place after that.

Zuo Ran: So, you recreated the scenes in the movie "About Time" because you saw how much I loved it…?

Zuo Ran's expression gradually grew fonder as he heard the reasoning behind how this set came to be.

MC: That's right! Besides, birthdays are meant to bring happiness to the birthday star, so obviously I'll have to choose the movie you love best!

Zuo Ran: Thank you.

He surveyed the surrounding decor, gently stroking the shop window beside him that had been fully decorated with plants.

Zuo Ran: Tim invited Mary away from the boring party, bringing her to this restaurant with a transparent window instead.

Zuo Ran: Here, they had dinner with each other, shared their most heartfelt sentiments, and walked along this path after.

MC: Yes, that's a classic, and very memorable scene!

Zuo Ran: Even the small chef miniature on the storefront looks almost exactly the same. I never thought that you'd manage to recreate even that— To such perfection.

MC: You'll have to thank the Film Museum for those. They were the ones who made replicas of the original; all I did was to exchange for them with the points I earned.

MC: Oh yes, I've got another special gift for you apart from all of these. That was one of the main reasons why I'd decided to become a volunteer in the first place.

I handed him a small booklet.

MC: This is what the guests of the Film Festival have said about "Robin".

After obtaining permission from the Film Museum, I picked out all the answers pertaining to Robin from the survey and bound it into a small booklet as a special gift for Zuo Ran.

And now, I was eagerly anticipating his reaction to this gift.

Zuo Ran: ……

He tensed a little at the mention of "Robin".

Zuo Ran: "Robin"? Why are you giving this to me?

MC: Well… I felt that "Robin" was different from the other Film Critics out on the net that you'd probably find a little distasteful.

MC: His reviews all give off a vibe similar to your own. So, I think you're… Probably acquainted with him?

Zuo Ran: So you're saying that you really like this guy?

MC: Yeah. I've reread all of his reviews a good many times now. The only unfortunate thing is that he never did share anything about his person, and neither did he leave any contact details.

MC: And even though the organizer wants to invite him for the closing ceremony if the Film Festival, they have no choice but to attempt contacting him through online means. Otherwise, I'd really have wanted to know his true identity.

I scrutinized his expression, trying to find any tells that he might show when trying to debunk my guess about his other identity. But who would have thought...

Zuo Ran: ... I'm Robin.

He'd admitted to it, unwavering, driving his point straight home.

MC: So.. Does this mean that you admit to it?

Zuo Ran: And I'm presuming from your reaction that you've already long since guessed it?

MC: Yeah, I did.

Zuo Ran: Sorry, I should have told you earlier.

MC: I probably guessed it back when I saw the picture of the shadow puppet that you sent out.

MC: And then, I slowly came to realize that you and Robin happened to coincide more and more frequently, so much that the answer to it all was pretty much already set in stone.

MC: This present is the reason why I specially added questions about Robin into the questionnaire, and also because I wanted to know a little more about you.

Zuo Ran: You're the first person...

Perhaps it was the trick of the light, but Zuo Ran's face had a faint red tint to it.

Zuo Ran: You're the first person to have gone through so much trouble for me. This present gives me innumerable joy.

MC: Yeah, I'm glad you like it...

His eyes appeared soft beyond words, unconsciously sucking me into it's enchanting depths.

Zuo Ran: It was never my intention to hide it from you, but I'd rather my Film Reviews to be just that; a pure and unhindered exchange of personal opinion.

Zuo Ran: And that might be harder to achieve if my real identity becomes associated with my identity as Robin.

Zuo Ran: ...I've always thought that I managed to keep it well under wraps since I've never let anything slip with my real life, and neither did I post any personal info.

Zuo Ran: Even acquaintances. It’s hard to find even a single connection between any of us even if you tried.

Zuo Ran: I never thought that you seriously re-read everything I wrote over and over again that many times...

MC: I just...

Zuo Ran: I suppose that’s why you’re probably the only person who’s capable of finding out my other identity.

MC: Don’t worry, Lawyer Zuo. I won’t tell anyone about your identity as Robin. Just treat it as our little secret, okay?

Zuo Ran: Okay. Our little secret.

Suddenly, he gently held my hand.

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Zuo Ran: Thank you for preparing so much for me, for my birthday.

Zuo Ran: Recreating a movie, preparing presents, carefully planning everything up till today… I really like this surprise of yours.

Zuo Ran: It is only thanks to you that I truly know now, what “Every moment in life brings innumerable joys” really means.

Zuo Ran: “Every day of our life is a journey in time. All we can do is to do the best we can to cherish this beautiful and wondrous journey of ours.”

That was the same exact line of the movie that he’d just murmured ever so softly.

MC: Isn’t that Tim’s final monologue on “About Time”?

Zuo Ran: Oh? You still remember it? He finally had an epiphany, realizing the value of an ordinary life after his countless journeys through time and space.

MC: I remember. He finally understood that time-travel was not the most important thing in the world; but what was most important, was for him to cherish everything he currently had,

Zuo Ran: That’s right. Even if living life like this will give birth to some regrets.

Zuo Ran: I watch this movie several times a year; and every time, I’ll get a new experience through these lines.

Zuo Ran: I too, once longed to Time-travel just like the hero; to change the past that could no longer be turned back in time.

Zuo Ran: But I don't think so anymore. Especially ever since I met you.

His ears were slightly red, but the sound of his voice that had reached my ears were firm and as clear as the day. I felt my cheeks warm.

MC: ……

Zuo Ran and I both immersed ourselves in the scene of the foreign street that we were in for a while. The night waxed, the colourful lights shining bright.

And he'dheld onto my hand throughout it all; across the stars and till the end of time.

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Location: Home

After the Film Festival had ended, the popular and renowned Film Critic among the masses, named "Robin", turned down the interview for the column and ended up not showing for the closing ceremony.

But he'd still heeded the organizer's request, releasing a long article to express his thoughts about the Film Festival and its many different movies.

I carefully read through this article; and unsurprisingly, I spotted a particular line.

"Every moment in life brings innumerable joys."

So, "All we can do is to do the best we can to cherish this beautiful and wondrous journey of ours.”

MC: (Yeah, I'll do my best to cherish what I have now too.)

My eyes lingered on this line for a long while, my lips curling into a knowing smile.

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Previous Part: (4.24: Exchanging Movie Reviews)

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SunaOsa fanfic recs: valentines edition~~

SunaOsa is one of my all time favorite ships and this past month, there has been/was an exchange going on between writers (here is the link) and artists (separately) and because I don’t have a life (or maybe it’s just that SunaOsa is my life LOL), I’m here to tell you some of my favorite fics from the pile :D However, as much as I love a ship, sometimes fluff is too asajndajnd so mind you there will probably be a lot of good fics missing just cause I couldn’t get myself to read more fluff (or angst) LOL (IM SORRY but sometimes I also just can’t motivate myself to read a fic no matter how good it looks OOPS).

As always, please check warning and tags before reading any of these fics, and take care of yourselves!!!!

In no particular order (jk the order is last updated haha) tho my favorites will have *** next to them :)

***glass stained black by unrequitedangst (E) 31k // Mafia AU’s are some of my favorite kinds of fics, and this one did not disappoint! The character development of Osamu is really legit and despite being mafia, it’s not that heavy or angst of a fic (but you should still definitely read tags and warnings first). It’s an Osamu heavy fic, and if you’re into reading him being stupid, go right ahead LOL.

redux by catalysis (T) 2.3k // ngl I hate break-up fics with a passion truely (when you can’t handle fluff or angst what to do) but I liked the concept for this one hehe (so I made myself suffer LOL). It was short, but cute !!! and the unspoken words really hit me in the FEELS (so what I’m dramatic fight me LOL).

Impropriety by DeathBelle (T) 5.7k // royalty~ I love the banter between them in this fic and we DO stan respectful Osamu yes we do <33333 The relationships between not only SunaOsa but SunaAtsu (because even though it isn’t really SunaAtsu best friend agenda, I can delude myself into think it is okay :/) are done so well and so nice he’s mean Osamu is best Osamu.

***what are you waiting for? by Slumber (T) 3.7k // MIGHT BE MY FAV FIC FROM THIS EXCHANGE!!! It made me cackle and I love how they learn new things about each other!!!! Like the development is so good and Suna is really doing the MOST!! Also, I love recursive endings AHHHHHH!

agape by sketchedsmiles (T) 11.7k // soulmates, then they were SOULMATES! (ik that’s not how it goes but pls just humor me LOL) This fic really depicted Osamu’s insecurities/internal turmoil/overthinking really well and the realization he has vs Suna’s AHJAFKASFJ. I love confident Suna.

fireside by tartaglia (starkartifices) (T) 3.6k // we do love the subtle flirt flirt don’t we hehe ;) It’s short, it’s fluff, and it’s funny - what more could you ask for? Also whats a vigilante fic if there isn’t at least one pun about being a vigilante LOL.

Over and Over Again by tookumade (G) 6.4k // I would like to order one reassuring, reliable Miya Osamu for myself please and thank you :((( The way the relationship is so GOOD like both Suna and Osamu pick each other up and they know the other has their back ajfhkajdfl. I would purchase all the onigiri with the deal Suna was proposing ;) Onigirintarou.

from here to eternity by TheGlovedArtist (T) 6.6k // I for one am a big fan of mythology and stuff (heroes of olympus but like IDR any of the plot LOL) so of course I read this fic. The snark appearances of Sakusa and Komori gave me LIFE and the difference in descriptions from Astumu and Kita cracked me up. This is another respectful Osamu fic (yes I love these) and in this one it was a ‘I save you as much as you save me’ type beat LOL. Gotta love rings.

***Subtle Inarizaki Dating by sifuhotman (T) 15.2k // THIS ONE. Even if you don’t read the whole thing, I beg of you, please, I AM ON MY KNEES, read the SID for Astumu. It is worth the loss of all your brain calls I guarantee it. It made me giggle so freakin much. Suna might be an A-Hole but he’s OUR A-Hole <3

Forever Begins with 8 Seconds by subtlehues (T) 3.9k // FLUFF hehe, I love their dynamic in this one it’s very good and cute and everything great! Also, I am all for the head cannon that Suna cannot cook, yes pls. Also SUPERPOWERS whooooooooh.

***try again, and again, and again by rosegoldwriting (T) 2.6k // SOULMATES! If you ever wanted a specific soulmate AU! for SunaOsa look no further, it probably comes out LOL. I love this concept of them just being like ‘WTF’ everyday, it gives me life. Also, count how many soulmate AU’s you recognized because I just thought about it and I think it’d be fun LOL. (I went back and I think 11 but I’m not sure LOL)

let us burn by SilverMoonT (G) 13.5k // I am always up for a nice vampire Osamu and witch Suna (which believe it or not, is my second one because I read the other one by this writer LOL) This one is more Suna POV and it really goes into his fears and desires, and I like the way Osamu pushes him to live more freely.

***reasons to microwave an elixir by spiritscript (T) 8.2k // THIS ONE. UGH I love, and it’s funny and cute and it EVEN HAS CRIME (kinda not really but yes)! I love the quiet moments they have and the PET AHHHHHHH! We love medic Osamu :DDDDD But also the betrayal and the sparring (and the irony at the end LOL) AJSKJNFK.

we fall between by stringendos (T) 14.7k // honestly the entire time I was just screaming at my computer, begging for them to hurry up and realize, but alas this is a ~slow burn~ for a reason and the tag ‘exes who act like theyre married’ really is the reason I read it and I do not regret LOL. Also bless Matsuda and stan her.

All the Time in the World by minie_ai (M) 8.8k // we love immortality! Denial! And Suna mentally filing away blackmail against people (namely Astumu) LOL. Running away from your problems is always the answer (I am saying this is a not sarcastic manner because I too, run away from my problems LOL) but ramen is ALWAYS a good answer. We love ourselves some emotional constipation LOL.

***none but you by broikawa (T) 7.2k // everything is a competition always LOL, not that I’m complainin but still LOL EVERYTHING. I really love this one because I love the progression and cock-block SakuAtsu hehe. I love them being synchronized idiots <3

it all comes back to you, (my home) by iritaescents (T) 4.5k // FOREVER, WE STAN FOREVER. Anyway, LOL this was is very very cute and fluff and not slow burn, it fast burn LOL. It’s a cute fic to read and it even has our favorite, now say it with me SOULMATES LOL.

Can't help falling in bed with you by tirralirra (T) 6.7k // here we see a 5 + 1 with points for the title (I think it’s very funny LOL my humor is bad ;)) Not that it really needs extra points because it’s a great fic in itself LOL but I really liked the title so I felt the need to share this with you all (OOPS). This was so cute, and the + 1 is HILARIOUS.

It’s no longer up :(((((( -> love's consequences by xginpuff (T) 6.5k // WARNINGS AND TAGS been a while since we had an angsty fic in this list (LOL the way I just tried to avoid all of them hehe). I read the tags but ngl I was still surprised later LOL maybe I’m just dumb, but anyway IK it starts out a bit confusing, but after you read more, you’ll get into it!

***sunagashi by bastigod (T) 9.8k // if there’s anything I like more than mythology, it’s folklore LOL. I love this fic and the plot is written so artfully AHDSAJN. Also the scene with the Ume-chan and her comment (so snarky I love). Also they way I went through so much trouble trying to figure out the kanji LOL (SPOILER it’s miyarin hehe)

catch me (while i'm still runnin') by lunarins (T) 4.3k // first and foremost, may we have a moment of silence for Komori and his eyebrows..... Continuing, this fic was so good because I love a good heist hehe. Their slight of hand abilities really doing the most LOL, and the ending OMG. I love the way the writer added in how they appeared to others during the heist, it really made it so good! Ugh to have a painting class and almost die LOL.

***if we get this right by Slumber (G) 5k // OLD FRIEND plsplspls I love this fic and I love how Osamu slowly relearns who he knew Suna as AHHH. The ending, again UGH, I really loved it and their banter with one another.

The Study of Suna Rintarou by DeathBelle (T) 6.1k // PLEASE the way Osamu kept getting offended omg. But also the effort Suna puts into getting to know Osamu, I was in ~love~. Read to me Osamu, READ TO ME. But also the Osamu is an oblivious MF agenda is alive and well within this fic hehe.

Take a Hint by pancake_surprise (G) 2.3k // ok so I had just read a tumbr post about the one bed thing and then I saw this fic. It was like the stars aligned okay? I was like, ig I HAVE to read it now hehe. But seriously read it, it’s cute and like everything else, of course there’s a challenge to be made LOL.

Heatwave by pancake_surprise (G) 2.1k // the way they were dating without knowing they were dating man. The tag ‘Didn't Know They Were Dating‘ more accurate than the ‘first dates’ one LOL jk but actually tho am I kidding? It’s the first official one IG. LOL anyway, we do love the doin of the defining of relationships. Yup.

If you made it all the way down here, CONGRATS LOL. Like I said, I didn’t read all of them (sadly) and these were the ones i did read LOL. I might add more depending on whether I can motivate myself into reading fics I know will be good LOL so we’ll see heh. Honestly, I thought I was gonna get word counted, but YAY we finished (for now hehe). Also sorry for any possible typos (is this no beta we die like men?) I’m running on 90 min of sleep so my engrish be strugglin LOL. Be safe and wear masks :)

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