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The Pen Pal Plan, chapter 2

The poet, or His Lameness, as Zelda had named him due to his noble status, was only the beginning of the misery. Patiently, Zelda had smiled through a conversation with a man who only spoke in recited lines of poetry. No matter what topic Zelda picked, he always had a matching string of poetic words as his reply. At first, Zelda tried to keep up with him and name the poems or at least take a guess at the poet or the century of its origin, but that quickly grew unbearable. And the worst was, he just wouldn't stop! Her guards already tapped their feet nervously, eager to keep her on schedule, but every attempt to end the doomed meeting failed. In the end, she had proposed a performance on the Speaker's Corner of the fair and had quietly slipped away as soon as he couldn't see her in the crowd of onlookers anymore.

Not a very princess-like start in her adventure to find a husband, but what could she do? She had no plans to miss the next date for a man she didn't care for in the slightest.

Ears attentive to the church bells, Zelda squeezed her way through the people, hood pulled deep around her face. She would make it in time. The booths of the festival glittered and shone with promising wares, carnival barkers praised their goods and tried to rope her in, but she couldn't afford to take a look. Maybe later, but certainly not right now.

The guards tried to keep up with her, but when she finally arrived at the meeting point and they trickled after her into the wine booth, one by one, she thought they'd lost one of them. Well, four were still more than enough, right?

"The Princess! I can’t believe my eyes!"

Zelda swirled around, staring into the face of the most handsome man she'd ever seen. Black curls fell loosely down to his shoulders and his big nose complimented his sharp jar in a way that she couldn't find another word for as manly. His fashionable scarf only added to this impression. Whoa, and he dropped into a bow and kissed her knuckles! Now that was a lot more promising… but then, he opened his mouth.

"Oh my goodness, Zelly, I adore you so much. Thank you for all your letters, I totally went crazy about them! It’s so cool that you’re here and not! With the magic, I mean." He waved a bundle of letters with a rose stringed to them into her face, widening his eyes to the point of ridiculousness. She forced a smile. Did… he just call her Zelly? Reluctantly, she accepted a mug with hot plum wine from him, sniffing warily at the beverage. It smelled like sweet plums and cinnamon, but weren't most poisons without odor?

"I totally slept with your letters under my pillow. I know it’s a secret to everyone, but I couldn’t help to show them to everyone in my village. So romantic to have a magical princess in a secluded tower as a pen pal. I’m so happy that you reached out for help. I would have never found you otherwise."

She– what? Goddess, she had trouble keeping up with the utter nonsense that fell out of his mouth. "Uh, I have a very normal wing in the castle where I live," she stuttered. "No tower that I can't leave or something. As long as I have my guards around, I can go pretty much everywhere." She made eye contact over the brim of her steaming mug with one of them. The middle-aged man nodded and readjusted the grip on his spear. She wasn’t the only one who got odd vibes from this guy.

He leaned forward and reduced his voice to a whisper. "Ah, yes, I understand, too many people to overhear. It’s okay.” A wave into the general direction of the castle. “I'm not a knight or something, but I trained with the sword a lot. I’m going to fight my way through to you, no matter how many roses and thorns block the way to your tower."

The sip Zelda took was much too hot, but she downed it anyway. Thankfully, nothing of notice happened, so probably no poison. What was wrong with him? His letters hadn't been noteworthy – normal, polite conversation. He had been excited at the news of finally meeting her, but hadn’t they all been? His chosen pen name had been ‘Youngling of the Roses’, maybe that should have made her stop in her tracks, but then again, most of the pen names were a bit… stupid.

She shook her head. “Okay, to make this clear. I don’t live in a secluded tower. I’m as free as a princess gets and there’s absolutely no need to rescue me or fight anyone.”

He laughed and Zelda caught herself being again mesmerized by his handsomeness, but that couldn’t put a blanket over the feeling of talking to a weirdo.

“You don’t have to put a brave face on for me, Zelly. I’m ready to come to your side any minute now and then you can finally leave your tower and we’ll have a glittering feast for our wed—”

“Stop.” Zelda held her hands up and took a step backward. “You somehow got the wrong idea here—” Damn it, she didn’t even have his name. Maybe it was for the better. “I don’t want you to come to the castle on a rescue mission. I don’t need rescuing because I’m not trapped in a tower. As you can see, I’m here and I’m perfectly fine.”

“Oh? So you mean, this is not a mirage that you produce with your magic from your tower to talk to me?”

Zelda stared at him and needed a long moment to answer. “No. It’s most definitely not.”

His eyes wide, he slowly stretched his hand out, reaching for her face.

“Enough!” The guard with whom Zelda made eye contact earlier stepped in, pushing the hilt of the spear into the space between them. “Your Highness, I advise you to leave immediately, for your own safety.”

“Agreed,” Zelda hissed through gritted teeth. “Thank you.”

She swirled around and grabbed her hood, looking for the remaining three guards. They made a gap for her to retreat through, spears at the ready. Uh, maybe the vibes of this guy had been more off than she’d realized, the guards were usually pretty chill.

“Hey, Zelly! But what about the wedding! Wait!” A tumult erupted behind her and she let herself push toward the entrance of the wine booth by her guards all too willingly. Skies above, this whole plan was a disaster!

With quick strides, she left the booth and reentered the busy streets. Shouts rang through the wooden, make-shift hut behind her. She shivered, pulling the hood back into her face. She would have to alert the head of the castle guard about this man, who knew if he wouldn’t try to ‘free’ her for real.

“This way, Your Highness,” one of the guards muttered and led her into a less crowded side alley. “We’ll take the long way to our next destination, just in case he follows us.”

Zelda nodded, her mouth dry. The crisp winter air failed to cool her head down. She was used to going everywhere with guards, but it was rare that they had to deal with an issue. Times in Hyrule were peaceful, her mother and she only used their magic for mundane things, like letting tea cups appear at unusual spots or lighting chandeliers, not for sealing evil incarnate away.

“Will your comrade be okay? I’m sorry that I didn’t see enough red flags beforehand. His behavior was unexpected for me, too,” Zelda said, scurrying through the alley after them, her clicking heels resonating from the narrow walls.

“Avon? Yeah, he’ll be okay, don’t worry. He’s a skilled soldier.” The guard chuckled and took her hand to pull her through a barrier back into the festival area. “He has a soft spot for you because you remind him of his daughter. He’ll take a broken nose for you with great pride.”

“Oh, goodness, please not!”

He winked at her. “Just another story to tell in the barracks. Let’s hope the remaining two guys are a bit more marriage material than the last two.”

Zelda ducked her head and blushed furiously. She knew that the guards overheard more than they cared for, but she still felt exposed being directly addressed about something like her pick of suitors.

“Come on, Your Highness. We’re already late. Your next stop is the carousel if I’m not mistaken?”

She nodded, threading after him through the people. The professor was next. And then… cautiously, she lifted her hood and peeked at the papery Silent Princess. And then, him. She had held off herself thinking too much about him the whole day, not wanting to get her hopes up. “It is an honor to finally officially meet you, Princess,” he had written. “I very much look forward to talking to you.” Simple words, not too different from what the others had written. They still had touched her.

"Your Highness?" The guard guided her toward another booth with a soft press on the small of her back. "The carousel. And I believe your suitor already awaits you." He nodded in the direction of a man pushing his glasses up and waving a single letter.

"Thank you–," she started, but the guard had already disappeared to discuss the details with the carousel owner. Zelda inhaled the icy winter air, steeling herself.

Hopefully, this one would go better…

#zelink #legend of zelda #advent calendar #zeldaelmo writes #Day 17 #the pen pal plan

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realcube · 3 years

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psychic snowball fight || saiki k x reader ❄

summary: very short, festive saiki fluff-

“text” - someone besides Saiki speaking

“text” - saiki telepathically communicating

‘text’ - saiki’s internal dialogue

tw// swearing,

Saiki opened the door, far from surprised when he lays his eyes on you standing outside - on the 20th of December - in a massive puffer-jacket, holding a clear tub filled with sweet treats. Your hood was up yet a few strands at the front still poked out and were now decorated with many little snowflakes. It was a sight that made him too happy for his liking.

“Tis’ the season!” You chirped, shaking the tub in your hand to draw the attention off of your awkward, shivering figure and onto the delicious treats you held with your freshly manicured nails.

Saiki quirked an eyebrow at your cheery statement, unfamiliar with the saying. “Huh? What season? Winter? Annoy Saiki season?”

“Annoy Saiki season; absolutely.” You giggled at his suggestion, shoving the tub into his chest, gesturing for him to take them. “Share ‘em with your family. Also, my mum left a note for your mum in there.”

Saiki nodded, gladly taking the gift into his possession, his gaze naturally shifting between you and the container filling with heavenly sweets - both looking equally as delectable. ‘Wait- shut up, Kusou!’ Mentally rebuking himself for thinking something so inappropriate and out-of-character,

“Alright. Tell Ms (L/N) we said thanks. And thank you too, (Y/N).” Saiki choked, forcing himself to part with the container of baked goods as he used his telekinesis to send them flying over to his kitchen counter before ushering you inside. “Come in.”

You stepped inside, letting out a hefty sigh as you basked in the heat from the radiators before following Saiki to the kitchen. Usually, you’d insist on leaving straight after delivering the gift but deciding on staying today since you felt as if another moment in the cold would lead to hypothermia.

“My parents are out on a last-minute shopping spree so I guess, it’s just the two of us.” He bit his bottom lips, silently dying in the awkward silence between the two of you, desperately trying to come up with something y’all could do or talk about which allowed him to enjoy your presence in comfortable silence.

Then, you saved him by finally perking up and saying, “Hey, do you wanna have a snowball fight? I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to fight a psychic!”

That was the single most stupid thing he’s ever heard but since it was accompanied by your upbeat, sing-songy tone, he almost found himself saying yes. “You’ve always wondered what it’d be like to fight a psychic? That’s so lame.” He teased, resulting in you jutting your bottom lip out to form a pout, “Perhaps wonder about something a bit more productive. Like how to cure cancer or something.”

You scowled, quickly becoming tired of being the butt of his jokes. “So, I’m guessing that’s a ‘no’, then.” You grouched, crossing your arms over your chest like a child, “I’ll be taking my leave then. Thanks for having me.” You said, quickly spinning around on your heels, clearly with the intention to head out.

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‘Why do I let people drag me into situations like this?’

Saiki asked himself dejectedly as he stood across from you in his yard, wearing just a windbreaker over his regular clothes; conflicted as to whether he wanted to frown or smile at the sight of you excitedly bouncing as you created some snowballs from him to launch at you.

This situation reminded him of his friends as he always ended up doing something he didn’t initially want to do with them too - so his mind wandered to Nendō specifically, 100% sure that if he was here with Saiki right now, he’d say something like, ”Saiki bro, you’re totally whipped.” or “you’re a simp, pal.”

Saiki was snapped out of his thought as you launched a snowball right at his face but he sensed it just in time to stop it mid-air with his telekinesis, “Okay, you took your shot; can we go inside now?”

A mischievous smirk crossed your features as you approached the pink-haired boy, outstretching your arm to offer him a perfectly sculpted snowball, “Sure. We can go inside right after you hurl this snowball at me.”

Saiki couldn’t help but sigh as he begrudgingly took the snowball from your hands, fidgeting with it as he watched you reverse to the other end of his garden. He has been getting quite good at controlling his power recently so he wasn’t too nervous; until a certain thought crossed his mind. “If I didn’t have my clips on, this snowball could cause serious damage.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the thought of a snowball impaling you, “Yeah, sure.” As soon as you were at the other end of his backyard, you halted and spread your arms and legs out to widen his target - not that you thought he’d need it though; he’s a psychic, after all. “Go on.”

Saiki tutted, unable to get rid of the thought that if he lost control of his power for even a second; he could potentially harm you and despite the fact you annoyed him sometimes, he really didn’t want you to get hurt. “Why are you so keen on getting hit by a psychic snowball anyway?”

“Uh,” You hummed, tapping your chin with your index finger. “Nothing really. I just thought it’d be fun.” You giggled, hopping back into your regular stance and strolling up to the back door of his home to head back inside. “But I can tell you don’t want to, Kusou. C’mon, let’s go inside then. Perhaps you can come to mine and we can ba--”

You had your back turned to the boy so you could go inside but suddenly you felt something soft hit your back. “Huh?” You instinctively blurted out and you whipped your head around to look at a now empty-handed Saiki with a small grin teasing the corners of his lips.

“There you go. You’ve now been a victim to the Saiki psychic snowball; I hope your happy now.”

#kusou saiki #saiki #saiki no psi nan #saiki k x reader

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oceanselevenism · 3 years

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If you're still doing them maybe number 12 with both the ocean's siblings and their partners?

hell yeah!! i’ve put it under the cut :)) it is Very Tangentially holiday-sweater-related but it is too long to not post now! hope you enjoy, and happy holidays :))

It’s the first Christmas they’ve spent together in... nearly a decade and a half, actually. The years had flown by, blurring into a mess of run-ins and arguments and you stay on your side, I’ll stay on mine, but hey, Danny can’t fault his sister for wanting to make up for lost time. No, he can’t fault her (after all, if she had been the one to fake her death, he’d probably have moved into her house for a week, just to make sure she didn’t do it again) but he can make fun of her, so that’s what he does. “Aw, you really did miss me,” he says when she gives him and Rusty perfunctory hugs on her way into his house (Lou just claps them both on the shoulder, and he’s not sure whether to feel snubbed or relieved). “I can’t believe my dear sister actually cares,” he tells her when she brings him a mug of cocoa, ingredients nabbed from some billionaire in Germany. “Pure family bonding for the whole family,” he remarks when she goes off on a drunken, expletive-filled tangent about the Met Gala’s security over a game of poker (they’ve given up on trying to enforce the no-cheating rule, and he’s pretty sure Lou takes the opportunity to peek at Debbie’s cards). But in all honesty, he can’t keep up the ribbing; it really is good to see her, even if she definitely gets along better with Rusty (she’s told him as much, and right to his face, too) and the third day ends in a bitter, wine-fueled not-argument about their mother and their father and they themselves. But on the fourth morning Danny gets up early (it’s five in the goddamn morning, why the fuck has Lou already left a note on the counter saying gone on a run) to make latkes, and when Debbie comes downstairs she scoops out a dollop of his favorite sour cream instead of her usual applesauce, so unless her latke preferences have done a complete 180 since the last time he’s seen her, they’ve forgiven each other.

She and Lou volunteer to go on a grocery run that evening, and Danny’s glad; he hasn’t had the chance to jump Rusty’s bones in, like, five days (turns out cleaning up for houseguests takes up way more time than anticipated) (hey, the only people they’ve had over in years have been the crew from the Benedict job, and he’s heard Reuben threaten to shit on Turk’s feet, they don’t need to clean up for them). And for a minute, as Rusty pins him up next to the to-be-composted bag that is currently overflowing with potato scraps, the only thought in his head is the usual why didn’t we do this sooner. But then Rusty pulls back-- “Rus,” Danny complains-- and he tilts his head in that We Need To Talk manner. Which would be hot, if not for the fact that Rusty probably wants to talk about Debbie.

“You’re good, right?”

“We were never on bad terms.”

“Liar.”

“Well, hostile terms, maybe,” Danny amends. “But never bad.”

Rusty shifts, adjusting his forearms so it’s more like they’re just two good pals having a conversation three inches from each others’ faces instead of two good pals about to do very unsanitary things in a kitchen, and says, “I think you’re putting too much water under the bridge.”

“What am I, a Dutch engineer?”

“You’re very funny.”

“I know I am. Now, are we gonna--”

The door opens. Danny swears. “We were gone for twenty minutes,” Debbie says. “Are you that desperate?” Danny regrets going for the open-concept first floor, and he regrets it even more as Rusty pushes himself off with an air of utmost nonchalance.

“Here,” Lou says, lobbing a ball of fabric at Rusty. Her aim is remarkable, and Danny almost asks if she ever played softball before deciding he likes his well-being more than teasing his sister’s motorcycle-riding, brass-knuckle-owning girlfriend. It’s fine; next to him, Rusty huffs an amused laugh at the unsaid comment anyway. “Happy Christmas Eve.”

Rusty unfolds the fabric to reveal a truly hideous (and possibly offensive) Christmas sweater. It’s got red sleeves, a green torso, and a large, colorful fruitcake emblazoned on the stomach. Above it, in red and yellow, is text that reads FRUIT CAKE. “I love it,” Rusty says, pressing his lips together in that way that says he’s trying his damndest not to laugh. “It’s perfect.”

Lou opens her coat to reveal her own sweater, hers saying Ho Ho Homo. “I thought the theme was appropriate.”

“And for you, dearest brother,” Debbie says, pulling an atrociously-colored wad of wool out of a paper bag and chucking it at him, “you get the best of both worlds.”

With a mounting sense of horror, he recalls the year that he insisted on putting teal and orange streamers across the house, because it’s Hanukkah and Christmas mixed! That was the last year their parents had lived in the same house; Danny used to joke that it had been the final nail in the coffin for their mother. He pinches an edge of the cloth between two fingers and lets the rest fall open. It’s a Miami Dolphins holiday sweater. A teal-and-orange, festively-patterned Miami Dolphins sweater. Oh, his Boston-bred father would be frothing at the mouth. “We’re in Canada,” Danny says, equal parts shocked and awed. “How the hell did you get this here so quick? We were supposed to be meeting in Quebec until three days ago--”

“Danny, please learn what priority shipping is,” Debbie says. “Now c’mon. Wear it.”

There’s no way he can back out of this. If he refuses, she’ll just play the I thought you were dead card. He’s never regretted a decision more.

He puts on the sweater. Rusty-- his partner, his right hand, the love of his life-- wolf-whistles.

“I’m divorcing you,” Danny announces.

“Don’t worry,” Lou says with a grin, and is that her phone oh fuck she’s got a picture-- “Debbie, take off your coat.”

With the air of someone who has suffered the weight of the world, Debbie shrugs off her jacket. She’s wearing a matching sweater, and the dolphin on this one has a lovingly-embroidered smiling mouth stitched into it. Danny tries very, very hard not to laugh. “Shut it,” Debbie warns him.

“Oh, I’m not saying a thing,” Danny replies.

“We actually did get groceries,” Lou says, turning back to the door, “so--”

“Lemme give you a hand,” Rusty says. “Let these two bask in the joy of their new sweaters.”

“Fuck off,” Danny and Debbie say in unison. Rusty grins, cheery as ever, and leaves Danny’s side to follow Lou out the door.

“Great gift,” Danny says. “I’ll be laughed at by Reuben for the rest of my days.”

Debbie snorts, walking into the kitchen and rooting around in his cabinets. “Well, actually he’d-- wait, please tell me you didn’t, like, have gross old people se--”

“Shut up, Deborah,” Danny replies, feeling his neck heat up. “I’m only two years older than you. And no.” He refrains from adding on a “not this time.”

“Thank God,” Debbie says, pulling a glass out of the cupboard. “Anyway. Reuben’s not gonna laugh at you, he’s just gonna talk about your embarrassing baby stories in whatever groupchat you people have.”

Danny wonders how his baby sister got to be cooler than him. It’s very distressing. “That’s worse.”

“Yep,” she says, putting the pitcher down and picking her now-full glass up. She leans on the wall across from him, sipping her water, and narrows her eyes at him. “Are we, y’know... good?”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Danny says. Besides the thirty years of vaguely pretending the other didn’t exist.

“I��m not gonna answer that,” Debbie says. “But... I’d just like to make sure. ‘Cause you’re the only not-completely-insufferable blood relation I have.”

Neither of them say anything for a moment; Danny picks at a loose teal thread, trying to think of how best to phrase the thoughts rattling around in his head. “I don’t hate you,” he finally says. “And I don’t dislike you, either. You’re a pretty good sister. And a great thief.”

“I know,” she replies. “I’m not gonna say it back, ‘cause then you’re gonna get an inflated ego.”

“Works for me,” Danny says, grinning a little.

“I guess it’s just... I mean, I let all the old resentment get in the way of, y’know. Having a decent relationship, personally or professionally.”

Danny nods. He’s still got the scar from the time they both went after the Ruby of the Isle; he’d won, but just barely, and only because he had Rusty and she hadn’t found Lou. But at the end of the day, neither of them have tried to kill the other, and they still did grow up together, playing in Atlantic City casinos and building sand castles under the boardwalk. “I think we’re too old for that now.”

“You’re the old one here,” Debbie replies, no bite in the remark.

“Only two years,” he reminds her. “But I did the same thing as you, letting petty grudges get in the way of family, and for that I’m sorry.”

“I am, too.”

“Thanks, Debs.” He frowns. “They’re taking a really long time to get the groceries, aren’t they?”

As if summoned, the door opens, and Rusty and Lou, each with a measly two bags in their hands, walk in. And Rusty has his phone in his hands. “Rus, I swear--”

“Too late,” Rusty grins, as the shutter sound rings out through the living room. “That outfit has already been immortalized.”

“Have I already said I’m divorcing you? I’m divorcing you.”

“Does it count as fratricide if he’s your brother-in-law?” Debbie asks.

“Disproportionate reactions,” Rusty accuses. “Besides, I’ve already sent it to Linus.”

Danny’s eyes widen. “Not Linus.”

“You heard me.”

His phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s a text from Linus Caldwell himself, consisting of a single thumbs-up emoji and two grinning cats. “You’re all terrible people. Terrible, terrible people.”

(the sweater rusty is wearing is real) (as is lou’s) (and the ocean siblings’)

#oceans 11 #oceans 8 #danny ocean #debbie ocean #rusty ryan #danny x rusty #debbie x lou #lou miller #my writing

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bridenore · 3 years

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Drarry advent fic recs

It’s almost Christmas time! To celebrate in style, here are a few advent fic recs. Listed in alphabetical order as always.

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Aeternus Solem by @onbeinganangel [36k]

On December 1st, Harry Potter gets sent halfway across the world to attempt to break a possibly fatal curse on an unnamed British Unspeakable — except said Unspeakable is not unnamed at all and Harry has been in love with him for over four years.

All I Want For Christmas (Is For You To Stop Talking) by @femmequixotic and @noeeon [162k]

The Niffler's Garden is the most prestigious wizarding nursery school in England and has been for the last century or more. Harry Potter's boys are both enrolled as pupils at the Garden. When he volunteers to assist with the Yule pageant, he has no idea that he'll be working closely with another parent, Draco Malfoy. Although they haven't seen each other much since their own school days, Harry faults Malfoy for not being a hands-on dad to little Scorpius. Will the intense weeks of preparation fan the fires of enmity or something else entirely?

All Must Draw Near by Saras_Girl [61k]

Harry doesn’t have time for rumours; he has a shop to run. Which is just as well, really. [advent fic 2013]

the call of sweet things by @softlystarstruck [88k]

Draco’s happy with his quiet, lonely life in Woolbury, spending his days working at Pen Pals and keeping his already tidy flat spotless. But when Harry Potter shows up with pink hair and secrets about his magic, Draco’s carefully upheld balance falls apart. He doesn’t quite know how he ends up decorating Harry’s cottage, drinking unreasonable amounts of cocoa, and laughing more than he’s laughed in years, but it’s Christmas, after all– and he finally has a chance to set things right.

Changing with the season by @harryromper [36k]

Harry’s determined the first time he hosts the extended Weasley clan for Christmas will be a success. The Grimmauld Place advent calendar has other ideas … until Draco shows up to help.

Deck the Halls by oldenuf2nb [35k]

Harry's life hasn't turned out as he expected... divorced and alone and now suffering from nighmares and erratic behavior.

Headlights in the Snow by Saras_Girl [71k]

What’s big and purple and smells like tea? Harry is about to find out. Advent fic 2016.

Helix by Saras_Girl [92k]

Seven months after the end of the war, Harry is feeling lost. Fortunately, he is about to be offered an unexpected and sparkling chance to find himself again. [2014 advent fic]

If the Fates Allow by Saras_Girl [80k]

What’s that crackling in the walls? Harry has no clue at all. He’ll eat some cake and drink some wine Because he is completely FINE.

–A story about life’s disregard for our plans. [2017 advent story]

Kaleidoscope by Saras_Girl [104k]

If Harry’s honest, the last thing he needs is a house full of Draco Malfoy, but partners are partners, and perhaps, the thing he wants the least will turn out to be absolutely everything.

Light up the Night by Saras_Girl [98k]

This year, despite his better judgement, Harry’s love life is going off with a bang. Advent fic 2019.

The Opposite of Amnesia by @burning-up-ao3 [39k]

Draco's home has layers of old, dark magic that he can't remove. He has to hire the best person to keep him and Scorpius safe. Even if that person is Harry Potter.

Season of the Spirit by Saras_Girl [95k]

It starts with a swan. What happens after that is a bit of a mystery. 2018 advent story.

Tell Me the End at the Beginning by @harryromper [36k]

St Mungo’s is the last place anyone wants to spend the festive season. Harry finds himself there anyway.

Or: Harry's an Auror suspended from duty, Malfoy's wearing the hell out of three-piece suits, Hermione is entirely over everything, and Kreacher just wants to be left alone to decorate for Christmas.

Too Cold Outside (For Angels to Fly) by @gracerene09 [62k]

The Auror Department and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures are working to create a new division partnering human wizards and Magical Beings in order to more effectively police crime involving any and all classifications of Magical Creature. Auror Harry Potter jumps at the chance to join the pilot programme, but he starts to regret his rashness when he discovers who he's to be partnered with: Draco Malfoy.

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I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

#my recs #drarry #drarry recs #theme rec

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justalittlelemony · 3 years

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MY DSMP PLAYLIST

so i have a lot of music downloaded on my phone and what usually happens when i have a hyperfixation and a lot of music is i make a playlist. dsmp is the biggest hyperfixation i’ve had in a while soo..

um so anyway i made a three hour long playlist in timeline order

also sorry there’s no link. i have apple music, but it’s under my irl name and i’m not really willing to give that up for a fucking tumblr post

also feel free to tell me how much my music taste sucks or ask about my reasoning for every song and where it’s placed!! this is very c!tommy centric, bc that’s what i tend to watch, but i’d be happy to hear your suggestions!! i’m putting this on the internet bc i want to talk to people.

anyway, it’s kinda long, so full playlist under the cut. it’s also subject to change as more plot points happen, so i’ll try and update it as much as i can

Early SMP / Disc War Era

On Top of the World, Imagine Dragons

Counting Stars, OneRepublic

Livin Right, The Score

When Can I See You Again?, Owl City

L’manberg War for Independence

Revolution, The Score

Warriors, Imagine Dragons

Go to War, Nothing More

Pre-Festival Pogtopia Era (I wish there was a better transition between the revolution and pogtopia but..)

Devil Town, Cavetown

Togetherness, from Galavant

C’mon, Panic! at the Disco and Fun.

The Devil You Know, X Ambassadors

Manberg Festival

Tomorrow Is, from SpongeBob SquarePants: The Musical

Us Against the World, Kanaya

Bring on the Monsters, from the Lightning Thief

Post-Festival Pogtopia Era

Things We Lost in the Fire, Bastille

Hey Brother, Avicii

Soldier, Poet, King, The Oh Hellos

November 16th

Believer, Imagine Dragons

November 16th, Kanaya

It’s Time, Imagine Dragons

Pre-Exile Era

The Story, Conan Gray

Icarus, Bastille

Sweet Hibiscus Tea, Penelope Scott

Exile Arc

Evelyn Evelyn, Evelyn Evelyn

I’m Not Your Dream, Egg

forever fifteen, Mothica

Achilles Come Down, Gang of Youths

Good Kid, from the Lightning Thief

Sold, Dan Mangan

Doomsday

I Bet My Life, Imagine Dragons

Save Our City, Ludo

Pompeii, Bastille

Little Lion Man, Mumford & Sons

Post-Doomsday / Pre-Disc Confrontation Era

The Distortionist, Ghost and Pals

Welcome Home, Son, Radical Face

High, Young Rising Sons

Back Home, Andy Grammer

Living Louder, The Cab

King and Lionheart, Of Monsters and Men

Brother, Kodaline

Post-Disc Confrontation Era

In Our Bedroom After the War, Stars

Let’s Hurt Tonight, OneRepublic

Something I Need, OneRepublic

I’m Going to Go Back There Someday, from the Muppet Movie

Wonder, Shawn Mendes

Guiltless, dodie

IDK You Yet, Alexander 23

Find the Pieces, TryHardNinja

Tommy’s Death and Resurrection

Say Something, A Great Big World

Youth, Daughter

This Is Gospel, Panic! at the Disco

Blood On My Name, The Brothers Bright

LEMONS, Brye and Cavetown

Post-Tommy’s Release

This Is Home, Cavetown

Someone To You, BANNERS

All I Want Is Love, A Great Big World

#dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #mcytblr #playlist #long post #my posts

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 5 years

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Something real

Warnings: Damian is a bit OOC and the mentioning of the feared “Karen”, but other than that I don’t think anything worth mentioning Word count:~ 2728 Summary: Damian hates the people who attend his father's Galas and he doesn’t think there’s one real person there, only for him to be surprised... A/N: First off, it is true I am still alive and I do still write, please don’t kill me, second, that turned out very different from what I expected but I still like it and I hope so do you

"It is so great to see you, mister Wayne" exclaimed an obnoxious, way to high-pitched female voice and Damian had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. He hated this. He hated the fancy clothes, hated all the fakes smiles, hated the snobby people who tried to get into his Dad's wallet or favour and he absolutely hated having to act like he cared a single bit about any of those artificial people. But that came with being a Wayne. The Galas, the festivities and the people. It was a price he had to pay. But that didn't stop him from being annoyed. "Likewise, Miss Y/L/N," answered his father and Damian could sense the boring conversation blossoming. It was an unspoken rule between him and the people his father called his 'siblings', that when his father started a conversation with one of Gothams-'Karens' (as they started to call them), they fled the scene as fast as possible to not get involved in the conversation. He was just about to leave for the buffet when he heard his father say: "May I introduce my youngest son, Damian Wayne." Damian sighed, shook his head, faked a small smile and turned around. He was faced with a pair that looked like the aged up version of Barbie and Ken. The woman wore a silver gown that looked expensive, but tacky at the same time and the man a suit with a tie that matched his wife's dress. He had one of his arms around her back, but they didn't stand like they enjoyed to be so close to each other. Both of them smiled at him, but their smiles didn't reach their eyes and their posture was forcedly straight. Like they wanted to seem more chilled then they were. Damian immediately hated them. But with his father's glare in his back, he forced a small smile on his lips and nodded at them as a greeting.

"It is nice to meet you, little man, are you enjoying your daddy's party?" the woman asked him and he would've killed her right then and there if it hadn't been for his father's hand pressing his shoulder as a warning. But that wouldn't make Damian answer her unrespectful, pretentious question. No. He would rather bite his tongue off. Luckily (or rather not) the Miss Y/N/L, as he had heard earlier, didn't even wait for him to answer. "All of your children are just so well-behaved angels," she chirmed as smoothly as a broken door and Damian could only imagine what his father was thinking right now, knowing how incredibly chaotic the others (and admittedly he himself) were. For a few seconds, silence laid upon the four of them and Damian was so sure that he'd soon be out there and his father would be talking to someone else, but just as Bruce let go of his shoulder and started to turn around, the man seemed to see someone behind Damian and his father and waved the person over. "Oh mister Wayne, I think you haven't had the opportunity to meet our children," just then a boy, somewhere between Tim and Jason's age, stepped beside the couple. He had the same hair as his father and the same annoying face-features as his mother, but his smile was less fake and he seemed more sympathetic in general. Not that Damian would even ever start to think about liking him, he didn't hate him as much as he hated his parents. "This is (your brother's name-Y/B/N/)," Miss Y/L/N said and looked so proud and so fake at the same time, that Damian would compliment her on it if he wasn't so annoyed by her. Y/B/N shook Bruce's hand and smiled at him. "Nice to meet you Mister Wayne," he said and his voice sounded more bearable than his mother's and his father's combined. "It's nice to finally meet you too. How is school going?" "Oh, I graduated and am now moving to Metropolis to open a marketing-firm," Y/B/N smiled, but every sympathy that Damian's help from him disappeared, knowing that he wanted to move to Metropolis... "Oh yes, we're so proud of our little boy. All grown up," miss Y/L/N chirmed and Damian could see that Y/B/N tried to not visibly flinching in embarrassment. Oh, how he could relate. "We're going to miss him so much and it will be so weird not having him home, but at least our daughter will still be with us. Where is she anyway?" Miss plastic (as Damian decided to call her) and her husband looked around to search the crowd for the second child and Damian could only hope they wouldn't find her. He wouldn't survive another one of them.

Soon after they had mentioned the second child, Mister plastic caught sighed of one of his golf-pals and he, his wife and their son said their goodbyes to Bruce and disappeared in the crowd. "Finally," Damian mumbled and looked at his father expecting him to scold him, but he could've sworn he saw relief in his eyes. He didn't seem to be a fan of that family either. "If you'll excuse me, I have other guests to attend to," he started and then looked around, "how about you go check up on Cass and your brothers, they haven't made any problems yet...They're up to something." Damian wanted to refuse, just because he could and because he didn't want to have to do something with his siblings, but then he saw Tim and Jason standing at the buffet, bickering and decided that it would be funny to see the mess up something. "TT, fine," he answered his father and turned around.

When Damian thought something would mess up, he was absolutely and completely right. Mere minutes after he went to his brothers, Jason took Tim's coffee and Tim threw a bowl of punch at him, causing a massive ruckus. Damian stood beside the fighting boys, laughing his ass off when he saw Bruce glaring at him and walking over. His eyes widened and he quickly walked through the crowd that had built itself around Tim and Jason, searching for a way to hide from his father. He found his solution in the doors leading outside into the gardens of Wayne-manor. He ran out and quickly walked over into a nearby pavilion, a few feet away from the steps leading up, he turned his head around, still walking, to watch out for his father. When he turned forward again, walking up the stairs, he saw someone else already standing in the small complex. It was a girl, who he could only see from behind, but looked about his age, with (Y/H/C) hair, wearing a pastel-pink gown that reached her ankles and, illuminated by the fairy lights under the roof of the pavilion, made her look like she was celestial. Damian shook his head. What was he thinking? It was probably just another fake-girl who came to the Gala with her parents. But what should he do now? He couldn't go back inside until his father cooled down, but he also couldn't just tell her to leave. Well, he would, but if she really was one of those snobby-rich-girls she would run to your parents crying and this would only complicate Damian's situation further. So there was only one way left for him, one that he utterly despised. Talking to the girl. He cleared his throat and made his way over to the railing when she looked at him. His breath got lost in his throat. She was amazingly, unbelievably beautiful. Her features seemed to entrance him and he lost himself in her eyes. He could have stood there all day, just looking at her, but he couldn't let his facade fall so he quickly looked away, scoffing a bit. "Hello," he just mumbled, knowing that not saying anything would only tense the mood further. She returned the greeting but looked away into the sky again, not paying any additional attention to Damian. For a few minutes, she just stood there. And so did Damian. But while she looked away, he leaned against the railing and crossed his arms, trying not to watch her. He had to admit that she surprised him. He had expected her to pounce on the opportunity to kiss up to a member of the Wayne family. But no. She ignored him and Damian didn't know if he liked or hated it. "Is it just me, or do the stars seem to shine more brightly from here?" she asked and ripped him out of his thoughts with her considerably weird question. "It's just you," he scoffed and rolled his eyes. He just couldn't help himself. She hummed and looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I guess you're right, but to my defence, I don't get to just look at the sky often," she stopped for a second and waited for Damian to answer, but when he didn't reply, she held her hand out and continued: "My name is Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Mister Wayne." Something about the way she said his name bothered him, sounded wrong, sounded like she was talking to his father. "It's Damian," he had said before he could stop himself and already regretted how desperate it sounded. "Well then Damian," she said, emphasizing his name in a way that made Damian want to listen to it all day, " How comes you're not at your own party?" He had already opened his mouth to give her a witty answer when a voice coming from the manor interrupted him. "Y/N! There you are, Mum and Dad are searching for you everywhere. They're not happy that you-" the rest of his sentence got stuck in his mouth when he saw Damian standing beside y/n and both of them were shocked. The man/boy who had interrupted the conversation was y/b/n. Damian looked at the girl and back to y/b/n. She was her sister, the girl he had fled from just minutes earlier. How could this girl, who seemed so real, so sincere, be the child and sister of people who were so fake. It seemed impossible. "I'm sorry, brother," she said and looked at her feet. Damian sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to say something. He knew it wasn't his place to do so. "It was nice talking to you...Damian" With that, she turned to her brother who held his hand out for her and walked inside with him, not looking back like Damian hoped.

For the rest of the evening, everyone noticed that something about Damian was off. When his father scolded him for not preventing the Drama caused by Tim and Jason, he just took it and apologized. Damian Wayne did not apologize! It wasn't in his nature! But this evening he did. And furthermore, he simply ignored his siblings which, in itself, wasn't weird, but the fact that he seemed to not care, not get angry at the comments, definitely was. They noticed how he seemed to search the room for someone and how his face seemed to fall when he couldn't find the thing he searched for. So, when he found Damian sitting on the stairs leading to their rooms, Dick sighed and sat down beside him. "What got you so bothered, Babybird?" Damian didn't look at him, but let out a groan that Dick couldn't place into any specific emotion. He could see Damian fighting with himself on the inside. Like he wanted to tell him but knew he couldn't. It seemed like his nicer side won since he finally looked at him and said: "I met someone today." "Uhhhh. The demon is in love," Dick chirmed jokingly but regretted it as soon as Damian stood up and walked away. Before his youngest brother could get away, he shouted: "That was a joke! I didn't mean it!" Damian stopped for a second and laid his head back in annoyance. His problem was that he knew that Dick was the one person who he could tell about the whole thing and not get laughed at. So he told him about how he met Y/N, about how different she seemed to all the other fake girls and how blue he felt when he didn't see her in the Ballroom anymore. When he finished he looked at Dick who was just nodding at him, slowly. "I think you like her," he said with a shrug, causing Damian to scoff. "TT, how could I like her? I don't even really know her." "Sometimes you don't need to actually know someone to like them. Sometimes you look into their eyes and just know that this person is a person you could spend the rest of your life with. In most cases that don't happen, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try." For a while, there was silence between them, both thinking about what Dick had just said. "So-" Damian started, closing his eyes and frowning, "What do you think I should do now?" Dick scratched his chin thinking. "Do you know her name?" "I do. Why?" Damian asked, even though he could already guess where this was going. "Find her," Dick said like it was the easiest thing in the universe (well it was for them), "and tell her what you feel. If she feels the same, you ask her out. If she doesn't, I'll get you ice cream." Dick sighed and stood up, knowing that he gave his advice and couldn't help any further, letting Damian brood for himself. And brood he did. For an entire week, the girl was constantly on his mind and he couldn't decide what to do. Finally, when the weekend dawned, he had made his decision and said decision led him to a considerably large house in one of Gotham's nicer areas, which door sign confirmed that he was the correct place. Taking a deep breath he rang the bell and straightened his posture. The white door opened and Miss Y/L/N stood there in a red blouse and high waisted black pants that made her look even more like a Karen than she already did. "Damian," she squeaked at the boy and he had to fight the urge to punch her in her face, "What do we owe the honour to have you here?" "I wanted to see Y/N," he sighed, hoping she'd just lead him to her. He saw the surprise in her eyes, but paid it no mind and instead crossed his arms in front of his chest. Flabbergasted, Miss Y/L/N lead him through one of the halls and to a door that was painted in a light baby blue. Y/N's mother nodded at him and then turned around and left him to himself and the task of knocking the door. He had already raised his hand and found it in him to knock when he heard the voice that had followed him through his dreams shout: "Come in." Damian opened the door and saw Y/N laying on your bed, looking at the ceiling which was dark blue with different star constellations painted on it and he once again couldn't figure her out. She seemed so different. Without saying anything, she wiggled herself over to make space for Damian and he sat down beside her and looked up to follow her gaze. For a few seconds that was all that happened, but then Y/N raised her arm and pointed to a relative simple star-constellation. "That's my favorite one. It's not as extra as the other ones, but it has a beautiful name." Damian, as a person who had already been to space, recognized it, but he didn't want you to stop talking, so he asked: "What is its name?" and hoped it would keep her talking for forever. "Cassiopeia, it comes from Greek mythology," was all she said as if that would explain her liking in the constellation. He thought about how he could get her to talk again, but his brain crashed as soon as he felt her take his hand. At that moment he felt like he had never felt before. Even though he and Y/N had only talked a few sentences with each other they both knew that they had found something special in each other. Something real.

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captainmazzic · 4 years

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Saw The Last Episode this morning so I can finally have a dash again, apologies to the dozen or so blogs I unfollowed earlier so I could cope

anyway

star wars spoilers under the cut for my hot steaming rotting carcass of an oPiNiOn

Okay so it was... an okay movie. It moved too fast and tried to do too much and introduce too many brand new characters that could have been used better, but. The parts I liked, I LOVED. The parts I didn’t... well let’s just say that Star Wars will be Star Wars, and there’s nothing I can do about that other than cherry-pick what I like and leave the rest for the vultures.

The number one thing that bothers me is mostly just... It’s kind of been a calling card of Star Wars that

1. villains can never survive their arc, and

2. any villain with a redemption arc (whatever THAT is) has to die at the end of it regardless.

The exceptions being Big Bad Clones Of the Big Bad, which might survive their first arc but ultimately all die in the end, What A Twist. That’s just... how Star Wars does things. That and its penchant for insisting that physical deformity or disability somehow always implies an inclination towards evil, and that is just utter fucking bullshit and it needs to STOP. With that and the villain death thing - mostly the villain death - it’s been like that since the OT, since the EU, since the RPGs and the comics and the novels and the video games. There’s been like, maybe two or three exceptions to the rule, and most of those are in the video games and the RPGs and so are ultimately up to user choice, but mostly those choices are often not the “official” “canon” ones anyway.

and it really bothers me, and it always has. It’s the number one reason I write fanfic, to fix the bullshit like this that they keep putting in Star Wars. Just... honestly would it have KILLED THEM to forcibly haul Hux away kicking and screaming so he could Face Justice or some other rationalizing bullshit you KNOW Poe and/or Finn is totally capable of, only for Hux to be awkwardly hanging around the perimeter of all the Celebratory Festivities at the end? That would have been liquid GOLD.

And would it have KILLED THEM to have Force Healing, like, I dunno, NOT be some sort of zero sum bullshit? That’s not how it works! That’s not how any of this works! Both Rey AND REN should have survived! It’s drawing on the Force Itself, on the entire galaxy, not just your own personal life energy! *headdesk*

But I mean. I don’t want to focus only on the shit that bothered me. There’s lots I enjoyed.

1. FORCE SENSITIVE FINN. I will die on this hill

2. THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP oh my god I love the Finn/Poe/Rey dynamic they are PRECIOUS I honestly could watch a nine hour movie of nothing but banter and shenanigans and couch cuddles and I’d be so motherfucking HAPPY. Bonus points if Rose and Hux and Ren can just. Join in. I need a peoplepile STAT

3. TINY NEW DROID BABY oh no it’s cute

4. Finn’s hair is so fucking hot, y’all. I just. *fans self* is it warm in here?

5. Palps my man, r u ok. Like srsly. I just wanted to hold his gnarled up hands and make him take a nap, this man is Edgelord McDramaPants and I love/hate him so much. “I am all of the Sith” my dude my buddy my pal my friend, there are literally thousands of Sith standing around you, and no matter what you tell yourself you’re still like... average-powered compared to some of the Ancient Dark Edgelords of the Sith. I know you’re a megalomaniac but sit down eat a sandwich and chill, I’ll take you for a manicure

6. Speaking of thousands of Sith standing around -- FUCKING FINALLY SOME ACKNOWLEDGMENT THAT BANITE SITH ARE/WERE UTTER BULLSHIT I mean there was the Lost Tribe of the Sith and plenty of others underground and on the downlow scattered around the galaxy in old canon, but it was nice to have it up front. Can u imagine the sort of response some of my own Sith would have to an invitation/summons to a place like Exegol by the likes of Palpatine it’d be hilarious

7. Rey’s little nose scrunch will never not be adorable

8. I really. really. enjoyed the atmosphere on Exegol. I am also an Edgelord DramaDarkerton and fuck if the vibes on that world didn’t give me shivers. I love it. I love everything about it. The foggy barren landscape, the giant stark monoliths, the depths of (not quite) abandoned temples and monuments, the jagged throne, the chanting hooded figures, even the flashing lightning that threatened to trigger a seizure BUT IT DIDN’T SO I WIN AHAHAHA *cough* so yeah I love all of that and I really wanted more more moremoremoremoreMORE GIMME *grabbyhands*

9. They didn’t do much but just the fact that the Knights of Ren were there made me happy. Kinda wished they’d been more like a Ride Or Die honor guard, so WELP I guess that’s what they are now in Sarc’s Canon and that’s the only canon that mAtTeRs lolololol

10. “I’M THE SPY!” I love you, you precious, fucked up little man, come here

Anyway. It was a much better movie than The Last Jedi, imo, but there’s still a LOT that needs cherrypicking. So I’m just blithely going to say this is What Actually Happened, In The Star Wars According To Sarc:

Hux gets dragged along with Poe/Finn/Rey, whining and complaining the entire time, on a bum leg, because you KNOW Poe shot him in the leg anyway even if he planned on taking Hux with him. Because why not, right? the dickwad asked for it, after all.

Snap goes EV because he ejected at the last possible second and ends up shaken and battered but otherwise alright DO NOT TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME TOO

The Knights of Ren recognized Ren as their rightful leader and were properly Ride Or Die with him, a man needs his honor guard after all

Ren’s Force Healing does the trick but since it’s drawing on the power of the Force itself, and not some zero-sum personal life energy shenanigans, it doesn’t make him mysteriously keel over and Die For No Reason. He just passes out and Rey has to haul his heavy ass back to the ship by herself. He doesn’t hear the end of it for months.

Reunions are both full of celebration, relief, and grief for those who have fallen, and also full of lots of awkwardness and uncomfortable glances at some of our Intrepid Villains suddenly being thrust in with all the Good Guysᵗᵐ and trying to cope. But they make it out okay in the end. Our new group of Awkward Friends hold a vigil for Luke, Leia, and Han before leaving Ajan Kloss.

And the Millennium Falcon launches out with a crew of seven. Rey, Poe, Finn, Rose, Ben, Hux, and Chewie - not quite yet entirely comfortable with each other but learning that sometimes the unlikeliest of friendships can blossom even from within the most bitter of enemies.

The end ah yes that was a good movie glad I can ignore this weird thing called canon lalalala (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

#star wars spoilers #the rise of skywalker #the rise of skywalker spoilers #sarc watches star wars #sarc has opinions

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itsybitsylemonsqueezy · 5 years

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What Now?

Alright, so, I know I”m a little behind, I’m up to my eyeballs in grading and retail work, now was really the WORST time for all internet infrastructure to crumble under my fingers, but that is genuinely the lest of the issues with this fucking purge.

Anyway, here’s the all important contact info for your pal, Lemon:

Pillowfort: itsybitsylemonsqueezy (I thought I’d make things easy. I have my festive icon up there, haven’t posted much yet, but I have high hopes for the little guy. If you remember LJ, it’s like a tumblr-LJ hybrid and I really do think it has potential. Right now it’s a little slow and there’s no IM function, but, again, room to grow. The more of us use and support it, the more developed it will be. AO3 wasn’t built in a day, after all.)

Twitter: @DemonSoul (Same lemon icon tho, so you should know it’s me. I don’t use it much, but it’s a good plan B for interim moving stuff like this and, hey, maybe someday I’ll be forced to get good at it if this climate of censorship continues)

AO3: MrsSaxon (and various other pseudonyms, MrsSaxon is the main one though and it’s where my Hannibal stuff is)

Facebook: Edwina Cooper (fuck it, just have it. I don’t use it much, I’m trying to use it more to stay close to people, so... have it. I was one of those people who had my tumblr LINKED to my FB until I inadvertently started an abortion debate with my very Catholic extended family. And then No More Of That Shit. I still don’t know how many of them know I’m queer. But if your’e comfortable, friend me. You’ll get some weird out of context updates about my real life so... fun!)

What About Tumblr?

Well... I don’t know. I don’t plan to leave... yet. I only say this because I love you all and many of you either won’t or can’t leave. My fiance is in the former category and the IM on this site, while shitty, does have the advantage of making sharing posts stupid easy. And given she is not taking the kind of content hit that I am, she is unwilling to leave and I like communicating with her and all of you, so... I’m staying.

But I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what will happen after December 17th. I have taken the precaution of joining pillowfort, where much of my preferred content is going, and trying to get my backups back in use. Part of me thinks that this purge cannot possibly last. Not only is it abruptly and shoddily being done, there’s a billion holes in it already being exploited and I doubt that Verizon or anyone has the motivated manpower to clean up this site on a constant, regular basis. Which only makes this stupid purge even shittier int hat it lacks all conviction. It’s a pointless upset that has inconvenienced if not destroyed the online identities and businesses of many. And if we all go back to Business As Usual in a few weeks then What The Fuck Was The Point? But then, not one purge in history has been effective. Ideas resurface, they always do, content makes a comeback. This is frustrating, yes, and destructive, but by no means permanent. I mourn for what we have lost, but not for long. Fandom is stronger, we are stronger. This is a fence against the ocean. It will not stand.

And then there’s me, personally. As you probably know, I’ve been so fucking busy with life, I haven’t produced hardly any content this year :/ And a lot of my major fandoms are not producing or have destroyed what I loved about them, looking at you Gotham, looking Specifically and Purposely At You. So it’s been pretty quiet down at the Lemon blog. And I don’t blame anyone who doesn’t feel the need to follow me on pillowfort, I quite understand. I haven’t been up to much, so, you’re not missing anything.

In a way, being busy is good, I’m making money and starting my career and soon, very soon, I’ll get to move out of my abusive home and into a much stabler environment. But I am also overworked trying to balance two demanding jobs and I am sad that I haven’t been able to make content and interact with all of you more. Maybe that will change soon. It won’t in the next few days, but maybe soon... Writing never really goes away. It never really leaves you. I’ll write again. And if you’d like to stick around for that, that’d be cool.

So, TL;DR, this sucks and I”m here but not as here as I’d like to be and I love you. Come with me or stay, do what makes you happy. Genuinely. I mean it. The best revenge is living well, after all.

Oh, and, titty protest as soon as I have a camera and no posts Dec 17!

#about Lemon #contact info #I"m updating as quick as my energy allows #Bear with me

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goy-bullshit-translator · 6 years

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I'm not the anon who asked about Purim but what is the Purim story?

ALRIGHTY *cracks knuckles* I got off mobile and on desktop for this so you know it’s serious.

Purim Story: They tried to kill us, we survived, let’s eat.

The year is 367 BCE. The town is Shushan, Persia. The scene zooms in on a large castle in the middle, big, decadent, just the right amount of finery and prestige for a king who’s a complete asshole. The king Ahashverous is sitting on his throne, lording over his subjects in the way only a completely pompous and detached king can. His wife Vashti is off in her rooms, chilling, doing something, enjoying her queenly life. King Ahashverous decides he’s in the mood to party, so calls up all his dudebro friends, they’re chilling, dancing, drinking, having a great time, when King A gets this great idea to call his wife Vashti down for a little entertainment, a little dancing for his guests. Wearing only her crown. So, for reasons obvious to all but the most entitled frat boy (Ahashverous), Vashti declines and refuses to do as he asked. He gets super pissed by this and demands her killed, which is promptly followed out. Vashti is out of the picture and villianized in children’s purim skits for eons to come.

So the King is sitting there, having just disposed of his unruly wife, when he realizes he needs a new queen. Well shit, how’s he gonna get one on such short notice? He calls up his right hand man, his advisor Haman (BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO), and tells him to go fetch all the women of Shushan, as he will hold a beauty contest and whoever wins will have the blessing of being the King’s wife.

Enter Esther, a young Jewish girl, orphaned at a young age and who has grown up with her uncle Mordechai (THE JEWISH GUY), who works in the Palace. She’s young, sweet, innocent and pretty, so of course she’s a prime subject for the King’s beauty contest. She shows up, struts her stuff, and lo and behold, the king has a new wife! They get married, and she’s trapped in a world of pompous royalty and anti-semitism. Oh yeah, no one knows she’s Jewish.

Meanwhile, Mordechai, on his daily trip to the palace, overhears two guards, gossiping about how they’re gonna murder the king, just gonna kill him brutally and painfully and all that good stuff. So, let’s be real, the king probably deserves this, but that’s besides the point. Mordechai is shocked and appalled, and rushes immediately to notify the court of this impending murder plot, the guards are taken and executed, and life goes back to normal.

Mordechai continues his walk around his Shushan town, when he happens to cross paths with Haman (BOOOOOOOOOO). Haman, being the asshole he is, insists that everyone who he walks past must bow to him. Mordechai, being the Jew that he is, refuses. Now Haman fucking hates this. If Mordechai won’t bow to him, then all the Jews won’t bow to him, so he must not be the most important person in the world and that’s simply not permissible. So he sidles up to his personal pal the king and is like “hey. hey bud. hey my dude my pal there are people who don’t respect my authority or yours. They won’t bow to me what kind of filthy rats.” and the king’s all “holy shit there are people who wont bow to you we gotta do something!!” and H*man smiles and goes “yeah dude i got the perfect solution. Let’s just kill them. Kill them all. There’s no way that could go wrong.” And the king, (who’s probably still drunk), is like “Yeah dude sounds cool!!”, and willingly signs off on the order to murder all the Jews. Now, H*man is a little bastard who doesn’t give a shit about what he’s doing, so in order to decide when he’ll commit this mass murder, he rolls some dice, called Purim, to choose a date. (Hopefully you see the obvious connection to the holiday). The dice land on the 14th of Adar, the decree is made and sent out into the city, and the Jews of Shushan collectively go “oh fuck we’re gonna die.”

Back to our good pal Mordechai, who’s walking around Shushan again (he seems to go on a lot of walks), when he notices one of the posters declaring the murders of the Jews, and is like SHIT SHIT SHIT WAIT my niece lives in the palace. She’s the gotdamn queen. She’s gotta have some sort of power, right? So he runs over to visit Esther, and is like Esther sweetie babe please go talk to your husband please make him reconsider mass murder maybe? Thanks? and Esther’s all “what the fuck i haven’t seen my husband since the wedding if i enter his quarters without an invitation i’ll be fucking murdered” and mordechai, who’s had enough of his niece’s wishy washy shit, goes “YOU”RE GONNA GET FUCKING MURDERED ANYWAY IN CASE YOU FORGOT YOU ARE ALSO A JEW” and Esther’s like “okay yeah i’ll see what I can do.”

Zoom in on the king, who’s trying to go to sleep in his big kingly beds, and just can’t fall asleep. So instead of suffering through insomnia like the rest of us plebians, he calls for someone to read to him from the royal records, cause they’re so fucking boring they’ll have to put him to sleep. So one of his servants is doing so, and he stumbles upon the time when Mordechai saved his life. He realizes that Mordechai never actually got an award for all that snazzy shit, so calls in his boy Ham*n. “Hey. Haman. My dude my bro my man. If there was someone I really liked, who did a huge huge favor for me, like, yaknow, really helped me out, how should I reward him?” Haman, the stuck up brat that he is, of course things Ahashverous is talking about him, and so says “well…. i would dress him in the king’s finest robes and put him on the king’s finest horse and have someone parade him around the streets of Shushan yelling “THIS IS A MAN THE KING WISHES TO HONOR LOOK HOW GLORIOUS HE IS” and Ahashverous is all “dude you’re brilliant. Okay tomorrow afternoon, get that Mordechai dude and have this done to him. You’ll be leading the horse and yelling.” Haman realizes he fucked up. Haman reaaaaaaaaaaaaally hates Mordechai now. He hates him so much in fact, that he builds a set of gallows specifically for murdering Mordechai alone.

Esther, meanwhile, is trying to build up courage to go see the King and explain the whole “I’m Jewish please don’t kill my people” issue. First, she fasts for three days to be ready, and asks all the Jews of Shushan to fast with her. Once those three days are up, she figures she can’t just waltz right in to his quarters and say “don’t kill me”, so instead she dresses up all fancy, and waltzes into his quarters with some fancy (skimpy) clothing on and an invitation to a party. The king is thrilled to be invited to a party, and manages to overcome his instinct for murdering his wives to accept the invitation. At the party, they’re chilling, they’re laughing, they’re having an all around wonderful time. when Esther goes to make an announcement. “Hem hem hem” she coughs. “I brought you here today for something very important.” Everyone is paying attention. “I’m having another party tomorrow night and you’re all invited!!!! And so is that Haman dude. Make sure he’s there. Really.” Well of course our frat boy king is delighted and agrees that he and Haman will absolutely 100% be there.

Cut to the next night, where they’re at the party and Esther goes to make an announcement. “hem hem hem.” she says. The king gets ready for another party announcement. He loves parties “Someone” says Esther. “Someone, in this very room, is trying…. TO KILL ME!” Shock! Terror! Awe! Emotions! The party guests are very confused, until Esther gives the full explanation. “I’m a Jew… Haman’s a dick… etc.” So of course the King is so distraught, because he can’t have his lovely wife that he loves so very much (that he thinks looks hella hot) be murdered! But he’s also in a bind. Cause here’s the thing about kingly orders, like the one about killing the Jews. They can’t be undone or retracted. Looks like the Jews are still screwed. That is, until Mordechai gets this great idea. More murder. “Look.” he says. “People have been given legal permission to kill us. I propose you simply do the same. Write out a little kingly decree, saying that the Jews have the legal right to kill anyone who attacks them, and can fight for their lives. Then, it’ll just be a battle of the strongest and of course the Jews will escape just fine. We’re good at surviving.” The king, who’s really just a pawn at this point, is all “well that’s a MARVELOUS idea! Let me write up this order immediately, I’ll get right to it!” This second kingly order gets written, the decree goes out, and the 14th of Adar rolls around.

There’s mass murder. Everyone is fighting or killing or dying. Mostly goyim are dying though. The Jews successfully manage to protect themselves, keeping their culture alive, turning what was supposed to be a day of mourning into a day of wildly happy celebration, the Purim festival we know now. They also found and seized Haman, hanging him upon the gallows he built for Mordechai. And to this day, we eat hamentaschen to mock this fool’s hat/ears/pockets. Whatever we’re mocking, Haman was a dick who looked ridiculous. And we’re still here bitch, so ha. You lost.

#long post #seriously i took a nap in between starting and finishing this post #a 1.5 hour long nap #jewish #jumblr #purim #the purim story #not a translation #anon #ask

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nerdiests · 6 years

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Day 5 of Kaminari week!!

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prompt: sparks - first kiss/date/confessions

Having a crush on someone was hard work. Especially if you saw said person every. Single. Day. Denki knew the struggle. Dealing with his crush on class 1-A’s resident pretty boy, Todoroki Shouto, was a struggle and a half. For one, he was just there all the time! Being pretty. Denki and his pansexual self could not handle this boy being that attractive. Well, his classmates in general were pretty attractive, like Midoriya’s freckles were absolutely adorable, and Yaoyorozu was always so cute when she got excited over something… Denki could go on for hours, just listing how each one of his classmates was absolutely amazing. But Todoroki… Man, Denki fell fast and he fell hard.

Denki had arrived surprisingly early to class his first day - maybe it was excitement, maybe nerves, but probably both. Either way, he was half an hour early. There weren’t a ton of people there, like three or four. This one guy with blue hair and glasses greeted him at the door and Denki just smiled and waved. Always worked in the past. There was a tall girl with black hair in a ponytail who Denki shot a grin at as well, and. A quite. Attractive person. He knew from the news he could sometimes read that it was, in fact, Todoroki Shouto and man if the news reports didn’t do him justice. He was so… Pretty. Despite people using “gendered” adjectives, Denki couldn’t find anything more befitting.

And as the semester went on, Denki only fell further. Todoroki was extremely closed off at first, almost never talking to anyone, until his spontaneous declaration at the sports festival to Midoriya that “I will win”. He’d proceeded to ask Denki to join his team for the second round - which Denki still was shocked over because? Todoroki had picked Iida and Yaoyorozu to be on his team and he was important? Denki didn’t get it, but he was grateful nonetheless. Still managed to get knocked out of the game in his first fight, but. Either way. Due to that fortunate circumstance, he managed to get a whopping 272 nominations for his internship, although it was nothing in comparison to Todoroki’s 4000 something. He did have quite the adventure, though.

After the internships, hell even after the sports festival, something had changed with Todoroki’s dynamic with the class. It might’ve been Midoriya’s fight with him at the sports festival when Todoroki used fire - he could make fire and ice, wow - or possibly over the internships. All Denki knew is that Todoroki was opening up more. Maybe he’d get to talk to him more? Hm.

Both finals and the summer camp were an absolute disaster. Denki failed and he couldn’t help when the rest of the class was in crisis. And when it really counted, to go and rescue one of his friends… He chickened out. Hearing afterwards that Kirishima, Iida, Yaoyorozu, Midoriya, and Todoroki had gone through with the plan left him feeling bad for the rest of the day. They could go through with it, why couldn’t he?

As a result of the disastrous summer camp, everyone had to go into dorms. His parents were glad to get him out of the house, since his older brother had recently moved back in after losing his job. Denki was just happy to be out of the house. He’d finally have his own space. Sort of. At least he’d be seeing Todoroki more? Oh who was he kidding that was a curse in disguise he’d be embarrassing himself all the time!! Which he did, in fact, proceed to do.

The first of these occurred when he managed to yell a long string of curses after dying for the umpteenth time in Geometry Dash right as Todoroki walked into the common room.

“Am I… Interrupting something?” Todoroki asked, brow rising slightly. Denki smiled sheepishly from his spot on the couch, holding up his phone with one hand. The Geometry Dash music quietly played throughout the common room. Todoroki, however, only looked even more confused.

“...What’s that music from?” he asked, and Denki’s eyes widened slightly.

“Geometry Dash?” Denki replied. Todoroki shook his head, and Denki had to keep his jaw from dropping. He waved Todoroki over, patting the cushion next to him.

“Dude, I’ve gotta show you this! It’s a really old game, but I’ve been playing it for a long time. I can show it how it works, if you’d like,” Denki offered. For a moment, Todoroki was still, before walking over to the couch and sitting next to Denki.

“So is it a math oriented game? With a name like Geometry Dash I’d assume so,” Todoroki said. Denki snorted, before beginning to giggle.

“No, it’s not got anything to do with math. Todoroki, not everything’s school-related!! It’s got geometrical figures, though,” Denki said, before going to the easiest level in the game and passing his phone over to Todoroki.

“So you just tap the screen to get your little square pal to jump,” Denki explained. Todoroki nodded.

“I think I’ve got it,” Todoroki said, before pressing start.

Todoroki did not, in fact, get it. He didn’t get it so badly that he couldn’t even get halfway through the easiest level. Denki wasn’t sure how or why, but it was hilarious to see Todoroki slowly getting more and more frustrated. Though when he felt the temperature drop slightly, he began to worry.

“Hey uh. Could I have my phone back?” Denki asked, slightly worried. Todoroki paused, looking at the blue cube on screen run into a triangle and explode. Denki swiftly reached over and pressed the pause button.

“You can get the game on your own phone, if you want to play it more?” Denki suggested. Todoroki nodded, seemingly to himself, before reaching into his pants pocket and pulling his phone out. Presumably to download Geometry Dash on his own phone. Oh, this boy was so. Adorable.

The next week, Denki was sitting with the “Bakusquad” at Their Table, when Todoroki just approached the table in the middle of lunch and looked right at him.

“What’s up?” Denki asked, baffled slightly. Didn’t he eat lunch with Midoriya and his other friends? Why was he over here?

“I beat the first level of Geometry Dash, just now,” Todoroki said, and Denki noticed a small smile on his face. Oh gee, that was. Cute. Denki blinked to clear his mind quickly, and grinned in reply.

“That’s awesome! I believed in you the whole time, man,” Denki said encouragingly, while the rest of his table looked on, confused.

“You mind, Icyhot?” Bakugou cut in, taking another bite of his spicy curry. Todoroki blinked, before nodding once. He turned to leave, but Denki spoke up.

“I’ll… Talk to you later?” Denki asked. Todoroki looked back at Denki, before nodding once again.

“Yeah.” As Todoroki walked away, he smiled slightly.

“That was adorable,” he muttered to himself. Luckily for him, he hadn’t said that very loudly. Unluckily for him, he was sitting next to Sero, and Sero could hear him fairly well.

“Did you just call Todoroki adorable?” Sero asked, and Denki’s cheeks went slightly pink.

“No!” he protested, and Ashido gasped.

“You did!! You wouldn’t be blushing if you didn’t!” Ashido declared. Denki shook his head rapidly.

“I didn’t!!” he stated, and Ashido grinned.

“You did!!” she repeated, while Kirishima turned towards Denki.

“Nothing wrong with admitting to a crush, Kaminari! Admitting your feelings is manly, bro!” Kirishima said enthusiastically, and Denki’s blush grew deeper.

“I don’t have a crush on Todoroki!! I don’t!” Denki protested yet again, before picking up his phone and opening up… No Geometry Dash now, maybe… Cookie Run would be better.

The next embarrassing thing Denki managed to do happened in front of the rest of the class, so. It was infinitely more embarrassing than swearing when no one else was around. Somehow, he’d managed to call Present Mic “dad”. Which he’d seen a few times with other teachers back in America, and he’d always chuckled when it happened. It was definitely more embarrassing to be on the receiving end of all the giggles.

His third embarrassing situation was. Less than ideal. He’d been hanging with Sero and Kirishima in Sero’s room, playing some Mario Kart. Winning some, losing a lot more, the works. They were in the middle of the final lap, and Denki was in… Third place. Better than normal. Sero was trying to throw him off his game, as was the usual.

“You’re not gonna get me out of my solid third place spot, Sero!” Denki exclaimed triumphantly, narrowly avoiding crashing into the barrier of the track. Sero glanced at Denki, then his wall, before smirking.

“Just like you’re not going to get out of your solid spot of not talking to Todoroki about your crush on him?” Sero retorted, and Denki froze. That moment was all Sero needed to get past him, along with half of the CPUs. He lost. Horribly. Denki turned to Sero after the match, who was grinning like the cat that got the canary.

“Dude,” Denki said, and Sero only quirked an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” Sero asked. Denki sighed.

“You called me out to win a game of Mario Kart. That’s… No,” Denki said, setting the Wii remote down. Kirishima looked between the two of them. He opened his mouth to speak, when Sero spoke.

“All’s fair in love and Mario Kart.” For a moment it was quiet.

“You don’t bring up a dude’s crush to win Mario Kart,” Kirishima said solemnly, and Denki nodded.

“Sorry,” Sero apologized. Denki shrugged.

“Just don’t do it again. Please,” Denki said, and Sero nodded.

Not much longer afterwards, Denki left Sero and Kirishima to play Mario Party 8 - which Denki had never enjoyed. It was late anyways, like… 9? Well, late if he wanted to get any of his work done. All he needed to work on was his English, thankfully, which would be a breeze… Considering English was his first language, at least. It’d be so simple. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts about schoolwork he didn’t notice a door open, and he managed to not only run into someone but knock the both of them over.

“Oh my god, I’m so sor-” Denki managed to cut himself off mid-word once he’d noticed who he’d knocked over. Todoroki. The aforementioned teen blinked up at Denki from his place on the floor. Denki’s face turned red very quickly, and he quickly scooted away from Todoroki.

“Uhm, uh. I’m. Uh. Sorry!” Denki said quickly. Todoroki stayed in his spot on the floor for a moment, before pushing himself off the floor. Denki followed suit, standing in the hallway awkwardly for a moment. Todoroki looked at Denki, eyes narrowing the slightest bit.

“Are you… Okay?” Todoroki asked. Denki didn’t even pause to think about his answer because, as it was almost all the time, his mouth was a full fifteen seconds ahead of his brain.

“Okay? No! I knocked over the guy that I’ve had a crush on for six months, how do you think that would feel?? I’m embarrassed as all hell, Todoroki!” Denki exclaimed, throwing his hands up slightly. Todoroki blinked, before his face went slightly pink.

“Uh. What?” Todoroki asked, dumbfounded by what Denki had said. Then Denki’s brain caught up with the words he’d said. Oh fuck.

“Oh nooooo,” Denki said quietly, looking anywhere that Todoroki was.

“What did you mean by that, exactly?” Todoroki asked, the slight pink darkening. Denki’s eyes drifted about, avoiding looking in front of him.

“I, uh. I’ve had a…” Denki trailed off, his gaze settling on his shoes. He couldn’t. Spit the words out.

“Had a what?” Todoroki asked, confused. Did. Did Todoroki not understand what he meant?

“I’ve had a crush on you since the third day of school!” Denki blurted out. The blush on his face grew redder, while Todoroki’s eyes had widened and his mouth was slightly open. Denki took advantage of Todoroki’s confusion to bolt for the stairs and dash down to the third floor. Oh god, he wouldn’t be able to work on his homework now! Todoroki would probably laugh about this once Denki was out of earshot - wait, no, he was too nice for that. He’d just think Denki was silly, or stupid or something. Todoroki’s out of his league, why would he even consider liking him? Denki’s. A mess.

He walked out of the stairwell and headed right for his room. After closing his door, he beelined for his desk, sat down, and began to let his head repeatedly thud against the wooden surface. Denki made sure to avoid smacking his head on his keyboard, because knowing him, he’d forget to edit it out of the Art History essay he’d finished writing the day prior. As he was about to let his head fall back onto his desk again, there was a knock at the door. Who…? Denki got up from his desk and walked over to the door, opening it.

“Whaddya want?” Denki asked, not processing who was standing in front of him for a moment. Then he blinked. Todoroki. Oh. Oh. Oh shit.

“Uh.” Denki said. Eloquent, Denki. A+.

“I didn’t get a chance to. Reply…? If that’s what you’d intended earlier, at least,” Todoroki said, eyes darting away from Denki and looking at the door frame. Denki paused. There was a slight dusting of pink on Todoroki’s cheeks, and he was avoiding eye contact. Was he… Nervous? Todoroki reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear, which only moved back to framing his face, before tearing his eyes away from the doorframe and looking back at Denki.

“I… Like you too…” Todoroki said quietly. Denki could barely make it out, but he did. He froze for a moment. This. What?

“I. Oh wow,” Denki muttered, looking down at his shoes. Todoroki seemed to take that as some sort of negative comment, and Denki felt a hand on his shoulder. His head whipped up, and he was looking Todoroki directly in the eye. He couldn’t break that, it was. Too intense. Todoroki took his hand off Denki’s shoulder, moving it back to his side.

“I do, really! It’s… Taken a while to realize. I didn’t really know what having romantic feelings for someone else felt like, really, until about a month and a half ago, or so.” Todoroki paused. That was… Right around the time Todoroki’d walked in on him swearing at Geometry Dash in the common room.

“I had this fluttery feeling every time you were around, and it was always nice getting to see you. I smiled more, thinking about you. But I didn’t have a name for it, until I brought it up to Midoriya and Uraraka. They… Cleared it up for me,” Todoroki continued, glancing down and fidgeting with his shirt’s hem for a moment. Denki was quiet.

“It was just. Hard trying to find a way to bring it up. I wasn’t sure if you’d reject me or not, and I wasn’t sure if I could really. Handle that well. So I’ve uh. Been meaning to tell you for about a week, but I couldn’t find the right environment to tell you, so. I guess this is how I’ll say it?” Todoroki paused yet again, and took a deep breath. Denki was stock-still, afraid to move because this could be a dream, and if he moved he’d wake up.

“Kaminari… I like you. A lot. Would you like to, uh…” Todoroki bit his lip, pausing. Denki held his breath in trepidation. This. He hoped this wasn’t a dream, he really did.

“Um. Would you like to go on a date sometime?” Todoroki asked quickly. Denki was frozen for a moment.

“I really hope this isn’t a dream,” Denki said quietly, glancing down for the slightest of moments. Then he locked eyes with Todoroki again. Not trusting his voice to not fail him, he nodded once. Todoroki’s eyes brightened, and he smiled slightly.

“Great! Um. I can give you my phone number so we can schedule that?” Todoroki asked, and Denki nodded, quickly walking over to his desk and grabbing his phone. He opened up a new contact as he walked back over.

“Here you go. I’ve got a new contact open, so you can just put your number in and I can text you!” Denki said, with a slight smile. Todoroki smiled in reply as he took Denki’s phone and plugged his number in, handing it back quickly.

“Nice,” Denki said quietly, glancing down at the contact information. He had Todoroki’s phone number. Oh gee.

“I’ve gotta go. To sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Todoroki asked. Denki nodded enthusiastically, grinning.

“Yeah, I’ve gotta get that English essay written really quick,” Denki replied. Todoroki nodded, before walking off towards the elevator and waving over his shoulder as he did. Denki stood in his open doorway for a moment, before closing the door and fist pumping.

“I’m gonna go on a date with Todoroki!” Denki exclaimed with a grin on his face. Then he looked at his computer. Right. He had an essay to write, and Todoroki to text afterwards.

#nerdiwrites #denkiweek2018 #kaminari denki #todoroki shouto #todokami #bnha #kaminari!!#i like writing cute things okay #let me have this

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zirawrites · 6 years

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Ok, ok, so companions react to finding Sole spent ALL NIGHT hanging up Christmas lights on every single house and tree in Sanctuary. (Even going so far as to build a separate generator exclusively to power said lights)

I wrote this as Sole showing companions this at night. I hope that still captures your vision when you sent this reaction! Wish I could have posted this closer to Christmas. Sorry for the wait

Cait: Sometimes when Cait drifted off to sleep in the cages, the lights would blur together as she closed her eyes. It was the only time she felt calm in those days. For those brief seconds before blissful sleep, the world was nothing but twinkling white lights, and she was safe. That was what the decorations in Sanctuary reminded her of. When Sole asked how she liked them, Cait cursed under her breath. She realized how much Sole really cared for her. When words failed, Cait gave them a hard slap on the back. “You outdone yerself, darln’. I’ve never seen anythn’ more beautiful. Besides me-self in the mirror, ya know?”

Codsworth: His metal body shook with glee, and Sole had to hold him steady. The last thing either of them wanted was for him to blow a fuse. “This is just like before the war!” Codsworth exclaimed. He could picture Sole and their spouse holding baby-Shaun as the naughtier children of the town ran up and down the street. The Rosa family would be playing Christmas music through their new record player, which would wake up half the neighborhood. Codsworth would fix Sole hot chocolate, and listen to them tell him what a great help he was.

When Sole noticed Codsworth had fallen silent, they placed their hand on his side reassuringly. “Me too, pal,” Sole said. “I see it too.”

Curie: Curie had read about this tradition back as a Miss Nanny, and it was something she assumed Sanctuary couldn’t afford. She was mostly impressed that Sole made an entire new generator. Her friend was both kind and savvy. Curie walked under the twinkling lights, and ran her fingers over the warm bulbs. She wanted to feel every sensation. She wanted to see every light.

“This is… so wonderful, Sole.” When Sole frowned, Curie tilted her head inquisitively. Sole reached out to brush away the tears that fell down Curie’s cheeks. “Oh, not to worry, madame/monsieur. These are happy tears. You have given Sanctuary a wonderful Christmas present. All I got you was a textbook. I hope it will still suffice, yes?”

Danse: Maxon occasionally allowed soldiers to decorate the Prydwen. The festivities were usually confined to their share quarters, and consisted mostly of a small fake tree and a few fairy lights. When Danse took in the old magazine-worthy spectacle, even his stoic demeanor couldn’t hold back a beaming smile. “Outstanding, Sole,” he said. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the lights, so he placed his hand on Sole’s shoulder to let them know they had his attention. “I can’t believe you did all of this by yourself. I’m impressed.” The handful of settlers in Sanctuary were just stepping outside to take in the view, and pride swelled in Danse’s chest. Their faces were so joyous; eyes widening and smiles tightly stretching. “So is everyone else. You seem to find a new way to make the Commonwealth a little brighter every day. Um… literally.” Sole snorted at his unintentional joke.

Deacon: Sole managed to evade Deacon’s watchful eyes long enough to give him a surprise? He didn’t believe it until he saw Sanctuary lit up in every color imaginable. He had seen what Diamond City put out on Christmas Day, and a few pre-war holiday catalogs. But a neighborhood covered in festive lights? This was uncharted territory. He was conflicted with the urge to run down the street like a little kid, or badger Sole about how they sneaked out of HQ for an entire night without him knowing.

“Okay, for once in my life, I got nothing.” Deacon’s fingers lingered hesitantly at the edge of his sunglasses. He wanted to take them off and get the full effect, but couldn’t risk someone seeing his eyes. Couldn’t risk being vulnerable. “You outdid yourself, Sole. I’m in awe of your awesomeness. Aghast at your flabberghastedness. Amazed at your ama-” Sole cut him off with a soft punch to his arm. Deacon winced, and went to reach for the tender spot. When Sole had turned their head away, he instead used his hand to grab their shoulder. “When everyone goes to bed, let’s go back out here, okay?” Deacon furrowed his brow. He seemed so serious he might actually be sad. “I wanna come out here without my shades, you dig?” Sole definitely did, and responded with a quick side-hug that Deacon actually reciprocated.

Dogmeat: The puppy absolutely lost his shit. Dogmeat barked over and over again as he ran up and down the streets. Sole gave up on trying to corral him, and let the pooch run out his energy. The twinkling lights along the houses and in the trees both confused and excited Dogmeat. He knew it couldn’t be the work of enemies. Look at how happy Sole was. Since Sole was happy, so was Dogmeat. He tried to nip at the strings in the bushes, but Codsworth shooed him away. What a great night to be a dog.

Gage: When Sole eagerly led him in to Sanctuary, he got the same feeling when they had restored power to Nuka World. The sudden explosion of light across the park made each bulb twinkle. He hadn’t expected such a warm feeling in his chest as the rides started up and raiders explored their bases with childlike wonder. And as he watched the other settlers gaze up at the houses with amazement, he couldn’t be more impressed with Sole if he tried. “Well shit, boss. I dunno what to say. Every time I think you’ve outdone yerself you pull something like fucking… like… well, like this, I guess.” Sole noticed Gage was blushing. Their raider friend wasn’t usually flustered. The fact that he trailed off to explore the settlement reaffirmed how comfortable he felt around his Overboss. Too proud to show Sole he cared, but contented enough to flash them a smile before he walked away.

Hancock: “You did all this by yourself? Shit. All I got you were some socks.” Hancock stood in the middle of the road to get the best view of all the houses. He had tried to decorate Goodneighbor before, but the lights usually were stolen by the end of the evening. It was hard housing the kinds of ruffians he ran with; especially when they were particularly ungrateful guests. Seeing Sole smile under a soft spotlight of red and green made his chest swell. Hancock didn’t know what he did to deserve a friend as selfless as them. “I’m putting you in charge of our little Christmas party in The Third Rail. Unless…” Sole cut him off with a curt wave of their hand. They were not moving the drifters of Goodneighbor in to Sanctuary for the night. Even if it was Christmas.

MacCready: MacCready squealed like a kid on Christmas Day as he ran across the bridge to Sanctuary to look at the lights. When he did work for the Gunners, he sometimes found himself perched up high on a building. He could see Diamond City sparkling in the distance, and thought that had to be the brightest thing left on Earth. As he walked through the streets and gaped at Sole’s handiwork, MacCready knew he was wrong.

“This is amazing!” MacCready was so excited that his voice cracked at the end; his pitch so squeaky Sole thought he was having a panic attack. “God, what I would have given to see this as a kid. Can we show this to the tykes in Diamond City? I know a handful of ‘em that could really use this. Actually, just last week -” MacCready was telling Sole something important, but they had stopped listening. It was the first time Sole saw him want to give something back. They knew he had a soft spot for children, but to sacrifice their settlement just to show some strangers holiday cheer? It was the best present MacCready could have given Sole for Christmas.

Preston: Preston had wondered why Sole wanted as many Minutemen to report to Sanctuary up until the moment he saw the colorful lights. Every house and tree was decorated in holiday cheer; something only Sole could ever pull off. Since the first time they met, Sole did nothing but give and give to the people of the Commonwealth. When they asked Preston if he liked their work, he took off his hat in awe. His reaction was humble; Preston’s gaze softly fell on Sole to show tears running down his flushed cheeks.

“You’re really something, you know that?” he whispered. “I didn’t think I’d be this choked up. I just…” Sole pulled Preston in to a hug as the accompanying Minutemen left to explore the town. “Thank you, Sole. For everything.” Preston didn’t know how to make it up to his General, but he knew he would do anything to prove his loyalty.

Piper: “Jesus…” Piper didn’t know what else to say. As soon as Nat saw the bright lights, the little girl ran off to explore. Piper was left behind with Sole to express their gratitude, but for the first time in her life the wordsmith had nothing to say. Sole watched Piper spin around several times to take it all in. When she finally soaked up the gravity of just how far Sole was willing to go to spread Christmas cheer, her expression changed from stoic to elated. “This is the coolest thing ever!” Was Piper actually giggling? The reporter threw up her arms and twirled in a circle; her red coat fluttering and picking up an array of Christmas colors. “So what do you want the article to be called? Ooh! How about: Blue saves Sanctuary from a Blue Christmas. Get it? No? Okay, I’ll work on it.”

Nick: The old synth had memories of Christmases he never took part in. Not really, anyway. Pre-war Nick opened presents. He drank hot toddies and nuzzled with his wife by the fireplace. His new self usually spent Christmas alone in his office because Nick always gave Ellie the day off. When everyone went to bed, Nick walked around Diamond City to admire the lights. It was peaceful. Tranquil. Lonely.

Sole had covered his eyes to unveil their decorations. As soon as Nick caught the first sheen of light on the roof in front of him, he knew Sole had decorated for Christmas. For the first minute, Nick was utterly speechless. Sole poked at his arm and asked if everything was okay.

“I finally have my own Christmas tradition,” he said. Sole wasn’t sure if the flicker in his yellow eyes was supposed to represent a tear. “And it’s with you. My partner.” Nick snaked his arm around Sole’s waist as they watched a handful of Sanctuary children run past them. “My best friend.”

Strong: Strong didn’t know what Christmas was, even though Sole explained the tradition multiple times. They figured the best way for Strong to grasp it was to show him just how festive the holiday could be. Surprisingly, Strong’s face lit up at the colorful decorations. It was the most expression he had ever shown. Sole almost wanted to cry.

“Human cover shelter in bright lights. Easy for bad guys to find human’s home.” Before Sole could interject, Strong added: “But Strong has never seen such color. Everything is glowing. Very bright. Makes human happy. That makes Strong happy.” It was a compliment Sole was more than willing to take.

X6-88: Electricity wasn’t hard to come by in the Institute. X6 couldn’t imagine the massive amount of drifters that went without it in the Commonwealth. Every room underground had their own lighting, and every person had basic necessities like running water. It took a lot to impress him outside of combat skills. And Sole seemed to always be pushing his limits.

As Sole watched X6′s expression, they almost thought he didn’t care for the bright lights. It took a trained eye to notice his mouth slightly agape. Sole knew if he really disliked it, he would have immediately voiced his dissatisfaction. Instead, X6 stayed silent for a long time.

“It’s beautiful,” he finally said. And X6 meant it. Part of him was curious enough to venture away from Sole and take in all the decorations, but the part loyal to them wanted to stay close. “May we look at all of them? I’ve never seen Christmas decorations before.” His voice was so eager that Sole just couldn’t resist.

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Gency Week: Day 3

This is the first time I actually wrote about a wedding. My ships? Being happy? It’s more likely than you think.

Title: A Deal Sealed and a Kiss not Missed Theme: Wedding Word Count: 2108 Rating: G (for God I’m so happy for them)

There were a lot of things that happened in the following years. Angela became more proficient at magic, thanks to her studying and a few close-death encounters with some assassin or another. Genji almost lost his arm and legs more times than they could count on both their hands. Despite it all, she became bolder. She began to assert her position within the family, not standing to be viewed as a weak child who needs the attention of some pompous prince any longer. She still hid Genji, of course. Even she was worried about what may happen if her family found out in a bad light.

However, Reinhardt eventually found out. She could only sneak out so many times before he caught her at least once. Not Genji, just her trying to leave. Whenever she left with Genji, not a soul would be able to tell. However, he was not always available to catch her falling out of her window. It was definitely fun when he does that for her but sometimes, she had to climb down the tree. Oh, she could fly a bit now. That gave Genji quite a surprise when she had shown it to him. Yet another discovery made from a near-death experience.

The first few times, he let her go without saying a word. However, there came a point when he politely informed her that he should probably report it to her parents soon if he did not know more about the situation. And, being someone she trusted dearly, she told him the full truth. She could have sworn that she almost ended the crusader’s life with a heart attack that night. Many people would have been in awe at being able to kill someone like Reinhardt, but not like this.

When he finally recovered, he reluctantly told her everything he knew about the young man. They were things that Angela had already got out of him, with the exception of his background. She could understand why he didn’t want to share it and knew better than to ask about any of it after hearing it from Reinhardt. If anything, she was the one that corrected the old champion.

In the end, he admitted that if she was with Genji, she was in better care than if she was being accompanied by half the royal guard. As such, he made no note of it to her family, only stating that she should keep him informed of whenever she should plan to head out and whether anything new develops between them. In return, he would cover for her whenever he could to make sure others didn’t find out. Though she could have done without him slipping a magic scroll of pregnancy protection under her door, she appreciated the gesture regardless.

They had been a couple ever since that night after the festival. Though he never said anything explicitly, the soft voice he used and the unusual requests he made were more than enough to answer her question. They weren’t truly unusual, just for him. Apparently, holding hands was pretty scandalous if he had to ask so softly. After she teased him about it a few times, that hesitation was gone. Next came kisses. An adorable phase when he would always be by her side and looking longingly at her before pretending otherwise. Eventually, she got a kiss for every occasion. For saying something clever. For wearing something pretty. Everything was apparently worthy of receiving a kiss from him. Honestly, she really felt spoiled.

Then they cuddled. She practically had to beg him to stay, putting on the best pout she could muster. This was after she had told him about Reinhardt knowing their relationship, else he would have probably bolted without a second thought. That night, she refused to let go of him no matter how warm it got until he finally confessed gently that he had desperately wanted this too.

The morning after that was when Genji almost lost his life to Reinhardt, who was only stopped when Angela eventually woke up and insisted that she was the one who wanted him to stay and not him sneaking in. Despite being unarmed when going to bed with her, Genji only suffered a scratch on his arm and a cut on the palm of his hand, an impressive feat when facing an overprotective legendary knight with a sword.

Sometime later, Reinhardt would be asked to accompany them to town for grocery shopping, only for him to be introduced to his worst nightmare. It turned out that Genji did have a few friends, most of them in the same profession as him with the exception of a blacksmith, alchemist, and one merchant. The person he introduced to Reinhardt was an assassin as tall as he was, a dashing image of what the crusader had once been. Angela almost died from her lungs collapsing through all the laughing she did that day, watching her mentor being bullied relentlessly. The man called himself an assassin but he was really an old knight, an acquaintance of Reinhardt really. He just so happened to pick up the new profession in the new age, though how he succeeded was beyond Angela’s comprehension. Genji explained that most people simply saw him as a retired knight, so it was easy for him to get on their good side and stab them. “A strangely effective strategy,” he said with a frown that indicated he couldn’t believe it worked either.

And then, eventually, the truth had to come out. Discussions came up about the fact that Angela must choose someone to marry. The four racked their brains over the matter, coming up with a million different ways to introduce him though not finding a single one that doesn’t involve having to mention the small fact that he was an assassin, else there was no way to explain how they met or how no one has ever heard of him.

At last, Genji came up with a simple solution. He would simply have to enter the tournament that her family was hosting to find a potential suitor for Angela. She had rejected so many princes already that her family had given up on status and class, opting instead for someone with a strong personality that could possibly hope to deal with her. In a three-to-one vote that left Angela extremely frustrated, they decided that would be the course of action.

She truly was never going to understand men and their solidarity to beat each other up to get what they want.

And so, Angela found herself in the stadium, smiling and waving at thousands of spectator and greeting hundreds of knights. Round after round of combat happened, all which bored her. She had seen Genji in combat before of course, they had not gone on all those dates without at least one violent incident happening. These battles, regulated and without any threat to her, just felt so boring. Even the battles Genji were in did not excite her much. A glance at his opponent was all she needed to tell that they didn’t have a chance. The only excitement came from the fake gambling game she had with Reinhardt about how long it would take for Genji to finish the match. Oh, and when Reinhardt’s new best pal somehow snuck into their area. That assassin was truly a scary man after all.

The last battle was actually quite intense. Angela found herself leaping to her feet and cheering when Genji snuck in a good strike. She had to sheepishly sit back down and explain to her parents that his combat style and grace had gotten her interest in the previous matches while Reinhardt held down his friend’s head to hide his muffled laughter.

Eventually, Genji came victorious to be granted the medal from her father and the pleasure of being able to kiss Angela on the back of her hand, a task which he almost failed out of habit. In return for his valiant work, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and the words “take me” whispered into his ears. She happily sauntered away leaving a tournament champion that felt weak and defeated by just two words.

Eventually, the wedding came. Angela eventually told her parents the truth about Genji, with Reinhardt to back her up. Ever since the beginning of the planning, her parents had felt uneasy about ‘forcing’ her into it. That much was what Genji had predicted. When she told them, they let out a sigh of relief before their brains caught up to the implications.

By then, it was far too late to question her as Angela had already fled to try on her wedding dress. It was something that she did not show Genji, and in return, he also hid his choice from her. She just had to trust his sense of fashion, a sense which has served him well in the past with all the recommendations he made for her. She was sure that he would look handsome regardless, so long as he wore something appropriate.

On the day of their wedding, Angela could hardly contain her excitement. Leading up to it, they were a normal couple. Other than practicing their dance, everything else was out of their control. Their ring, ceremony, decorations, and announcement were all handled by the castle staff. They ended up just going out on more dates, disguised of course, and cuddled a lot. Without the need for secrecy, their cuddling time was more playful and relaxed than ever. Well, Genji still could not get used to walking through the front gate of the castle. It was probably for the best anyway, lest the servants or other people bothered him about his status and her health and all that pleasantries he admitted to hating.

Angela took a deep breath and entered the chapel next to the castle. The crowd let out a soft “ooh” in unison at her beautiful white dress, with its fluffy white frills and ribbons that flowed off her as naturally as water would.

The only person who wasn’t fazed, as with the first time he saw water flowing off her skin, was Genji. He simply gave her a smile that almost made her stop walking, one that was accompanied by a striking black cloth vest and formal pants. For some reason, she had never expected to see him in anything but light armor or traditional festival clothing. Yet, there he was, as handsome as ever and with a smile that disarmed her more than any fanciful parry could.

“I can’t wait to take that dress off you.”

“Be respectful. We’re in the middle of a wedding.”

“But you’re not saying I can’t.”

“Shush.”

Angela gave him a stern gaze for a moment before giggling and taking his hand to for their walk to the altar. She could feel all her nervousness melt away just like that. Really, he could be so indecent and inconsiderate at times like these. But perhaps he knew that was what she needed and what she fell in love with. Someone who knew exactly how to best make their lover happy, no matter how they may look in the process. How did someone as selfish and spoiled as her ever get someone so selfless and kind like him?

“Angela Ziegler. Do you take Genji Shimada to be your husband?”

“I do.”

“Genji Shimada. Will you take Angela Ziegler to be your wife?”

“Yes, I do. May I give her the ring and kiss her now?”

The solemnizer chuckled and nodded. “You may proceed.”

Genji let out a soft sigh under his breath that came with something along the line of “fucking finally” as he brought out the beautiful ring with a shining emerald and a gold frame. When the ring finally shone on Angela’s fingers, her eyes shining with tears of joy, the officiant announced, "I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Without waiting for anything further permission, Genji swept Angela off her feet and pulled her into a deep kiss as the audience applauded loudly, with both Reinhardt and his new friend wiping a tear with their handkerchief. Her parents, too, looked extremely happy for their daughter, despite all the fears they had about her future with an assassin as the next in line for the throne. However, at that very moment, they had never seen her look happier.

And that was what a marriage should look like, no matter who it was between. Because no matter what came their way, it would take the whole world to separate the princess and her assassin.

#gency #gency week #emergenji #gency fic #gency fanfic #genji #mercy

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*Christmas* (Chapter 21)

CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST HERE

ENJOY!

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“Colonel Rhodes?” JARVIS’s polite voice interrupted a chess game between Pepper and Rhodey, breaking into the softly playing music. “Your assistance is required in the lab.”

“Tell Tony he can wait.” Rhodey waved the AI off, much more interested in how Peppers top fell open just enough for him to see the lace of her bra every time she leaned forward to move a chess piece.

“Why, Colonel.” Pepper smirked a little. “Are you turning Tony down because you are staring down my shirt like a horny teenager?”

“Ms. Potts, I am just entirely too engaged in this game with you to leave at the moment.”

“Hmm.” Pepper didn't sound impressed. “Well that's sweet, but while you have been distracted wondering about my bra, I managed check mate.” she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms with a satisfied grin. “So feel free to go help Tony.”

“Minx!” He exclaimed approvingly. “Distracted me with your feminine wiles so you would win!”

“I can assure you.” Pepper took a calm sip of her wine. “I would have won either way. It was just more entertaining to watch you drool.”

“Ms. Potts.” He sighed mournfully. “Now that you’re aware of your hold on me, I don't stand a chance against you do I? That's all well and good since I've been in love with you since---”

The last words slipped out before Rhodes could stop them and Peppers pretty mouth dropped open in shock, then snapped close as a flush tinted her cheeks.

“Why Colonel Rhodes. What a… bold thing to say.”

Rhodey waited with wide eyes, all of three seconds from a heart attack because what if Pepper didn't--

“And it's about time you said it.” Pepper continued, regaining some of her usual poise, clearing her throat daintily. “Because I love you too.”

“Thank god.” Rhodey went right to her, scooping her from the chair and bringing her up against his body for a long kiss. “I love you, Pepper.”

“I love you too, James.” she whispered. “But you should probably go see what Tony needs, hm? If he had JARVIS call for you it's probably a life or death situation.”

“Um--” Rhodes hesitated, then shrugged. “It probably won't be life or death for another five minutes. Come here.”

He tumbled her back down onto the couch and Pepper went willingly, giggling as they traded kisses and I love yous beneath the Christmas lights and mistletoe.

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“Tones!” Rhodey was whistling happily as he strolled into the lab half an hour later, unable to stop smiling over his moment with Pepper. “Hey JARVIS said you needed some help and--- Tony, what in the hell is happening here?”

Rhodey burst out laughing before he could help himself and Tony just glared at him from beneath the several yards of festive paper that were wrapped tightly around him, his chair, over his shoulders and down to his ankles, a giant bow sat crookedly on his head.

“Rhodey. Help me.”

“Tony!” Rhodey was practically howling now, leaning against a wall for support. “What did you-- how did you-- what is-- oh my god!”

“I don't want to talk about it.” Tony sulked. “Just help me get loose.”

“Hold on.” Rhodey wiped at his eyes and tried to get his giggles under control enough to hold up his phone and snap a picture. “This is… beautiful. What happened?”

“Cut me loose!” Tony yelled and his best friend started laughing all over again. “Dammit, Rhodes! Help me!”

“Tell me what happened first.” Rhodey demanded, and started looking around for some scissors. “Is this like a weird sex thing between you and Bucky? Because I don't want to hear about it, but I would like to know if he did this to you, or if you thought it would be a surprise or--”

“I'm gonna kill you.” Tony threatened. “I swear to god.”

“Look.” Rhodey held up the scissors. “Either you tell me what happened and I cut you loose, or you keep threatening me-- which isn't working by the way-- and I leave your wrapped ass right here. So start talking.”

“I WILL END YOU!” Tony shrieked, and Rhodes opened his mouth to snark something back, but at that moment Dum-E rolled up holding an open canister of glitter and --- “no! No you stupid robot, no glitter!!! I will cut you up and sell you for scrap--!!!”

Dum-E flung the glitter at Tony, and Rhodes lost his mind all over again as glitter rained down all over one furious, scowling genius.

“Well, you look incredible.” he deadpanned when he could finally breathe again. “But you know… I feel like it's not the most practical fashion for an everyday look?”

“I'm going to replace your Viagra with sleeping pills.” Tony glared at him. “Then when Pepper breaks up with you because you not only can't keep it up, but also can't stay awake, I'm going to laugh my ass off.”

“Nice try. You know damn well I don't take no blue pills.” Rhodey finally started cutting at the wrapping paper. “Now tell me what happened.”

“I was wrapping presents for the team--” Tony huffed when Rhodey took the bow off his head and more glitter fell out. “--And I still haven't decided what to get Bucky. So the other day JARVIS-- ow! You’re cutting the paper not my leg! Be careful!”

“Sorry.” Rhodey muttered. “So you haven't decided what to get Bucky?”

“No. And J told me the other day that based on how much time Bucky spends staring at my ass, I should just give him that.”

“Sorry, your AI said---”

“Yeah I know.” Tony rolled his eyes. “I was surprised too. Anyway, I'm over here wrapping and I mentioned to Dum-E--”

“Because you talk to your robots like they are people. Right.”

“Stop interrupting and keep cutting!” Tony cried in annoyance. “Anyway. I mentioned to Dum-E that I should just wrap myself and I swear, I've never seen the robots move so damn fast, they had me basically pinned down in like fifteen seconds, and JARVIS the traitor kept telling them to wrap me more.”

“The bow and the glitter were just the crowning glory?”

“The bow and the glitter are the reasons as of tomorrow there will be NO ROBOTS IN MY LAB!” Tony jerked out of the chair as soon as Rhodes snipped through the last bit of paper, and brushed pounds of glitter off himself angrily, careful not to disturb the bow on the monstrosity of a sweater he was wearing. {{SWEATER}} “And JARVIS, you are on thin ice, pal. I can't believe you let them do that!”

“My most sincere apologies, Sir.” JARVIS replied and Tony glared up at the ceiling.

“I think you give your bots too much freedom.” Rhodey wiped a few sparkles off his sweater. “This is the type of thing that only happens to mad scientists in cheesy Christmas specials.”

“Thanks for that.” Irritably, still grumbling under his breath about his bots. “And thanks for coming down to help. I didn't know if anyone else was here.”

“Just me and Pepper.” Rhodey said with a smile and Tony glanced up at him.

“What was that? What was that smile? Did something happen with you and Pepper?” Tony's eyes lit in excitement. “Are you getting married! Oh my god!”

“What? No, god, not married. Just you know... “ he coughed self consciously. “I said-- we said that we love each other.”

“Oh that's even better!” Tony's grin was almost as big as Rhodeys. “Amazing! I'm so happy for you! What are you getting her for Christmas?”

“God, I have no idea.” Rhodey confessed.

“You could always wrap yourself up as a present.” Tony gave him an evil smile, and Rhodey yelped when Dum-E started racing towards him, wrapping paper held high.

“Tony!!”

Tony laughed all the way out the lab, shutting the door behind him so he wouldn't hear Rhodes cursing and screaming for no glitter goddamnit!!!

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“I heard about you and Rhodey.” Tony leaned down and kissed Peppers cheek when he saw her in the kitchen. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks Tony.” Pepper kissed him back. “Where did he go, by the way?”

“Oh.” Tony wiggled his eyebrows. “He’s just a little… tied up at the moment.”

“You sound like an evil genius when you say that.” Pepper frowned. “Where is he?”

“Oh I don't know.” Tony started backing out of the kitchen, eyes gleaming. “But he is a lovely little ….package isn't he?”

“You’re not funny.” Pepper snipped and Tony flashed her his best Dr Evil impression before yelling for JARVIS to turn up the music, and dancing away.

“JARVIS.” Pepper asked after a moment. “Could you tell me where Colonel Rhodes is?”

“Ms. Potts, the Colonel should be… wrapping up soon.”

Pepper took another drink of her wine and sighed. “I hate this house.”

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#ncts christmas #pepperx rhodey #wrapping presents #wrapping paper #christmas time #silent night

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Lena Luthor x reader (No more masks, I won’t hold back)

Request: "The candy is for the trick or treaters not you, quit eating it all " with lena

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN you wonderful ghouls and pals of mine! Whether you celebrate it or not, have a kickass day, stay safe, and do all the things you want to do, no matter what it is that makes you happy - today and all the days!!! :D

Anyway... how was THAT for an episode that we just watched?? I am STILL reeling about all the Supergirl Ladies content we are having and I have never felt so ALIVE!!!

Here’s a short cute one for y’all though! I freaking LOVE domestic Lena alright!! I swear it is the greatest concept and not only does she deserve this, but we too also Deserve This. Now also imagine Lena having to deal with someone who has approximately zero impulse control?? That’s you this time LMAO. Happy Halloween and happy Tuesday!!

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There were only two occasions you ever looked forward to in your life, and since your birthday wasn’t considered a national holiday by the nation yet (how rude of them honestly) you had to settle for the next best thing.

Autumn was your favourite season - you romanticized every single aspect of it that could possibly be cherished to the high heavens and back again. The crunch of leaves on sidewalks under your boots, and leather jacket and sweater weather made you come alive when the rest of nature around you was settling down and shedding.

The colours around you and the anticipation of keeping away indoors to stay warm - it was what kept you going, to say the least.

Even the pumpkin flavoured everything you didn’t bat an eyelash at, and so often some of your friends have expressed their ire of your tendency to go overboard with the festivities.

How could you have helped yourself if it was just simply more fun to act like a suburban housewife and decorate your entire house in Halloween decorations and buy an army’s worth of candy rather than to deny yourself the simple happiness of doing so?

Naysayers be damned, you’ll eat your themed cookies and ensure everything from your house to your car to nearly every single orifice of your body smelled of pumpkin, you’ll eat all your Halloween candy and only regret it for the next few days, and you’ll damn well call anything and everything ‘spoopy’ until the retail industry pries it from your cold, dead hands and forces aisles and aisles of Christmas decorations down your throat.

It was also Lena’s first official Halloween, and much to your friends’ amusement and great exasperation, this very fact seemed to make your excitement reach unprecedented heights.

She’s only been your girlfriend for something just over half of a year, but already you could very well say you knew each other well enough to not be so surprised by each other’s funny quirks.

After you finished work you barrelled right through your front door and darted into the shower the instant that you could, throwing on your favourite obnoxiously bright coloured knit sweater and sneaking six packets of candy into your pocket, for later, obviously.

You promised Lena to bring out all the stops for her first Halloween experience, and you were beyond ecstatic that you got to be the one who did this for her.

You were pondering just how lucky you were to have Lena in your life as you laid out the ready to bake Pillsbury pumpkin and ghost cookies before putting them in the oven.

You’d tried convincing Lena that she didn’t need to leave work too early; Halloween is a late affair anyway.

For her part, she seemed just as excited as you about celebrating, perhaps it was your zealous eagerness that was infectious, but more and more Lena was becoming as taken with the day as you were, and you thought it was absolutely adorable.

Still, her text message to you made it evident she was insistent about coming home early to be with you.

Lena: “I let Jess go home early again... I’ll see you soon :)”

you: “was she just as perplexed as she was the last time you told her to go home early?”

Lena: “It seems as though she’s stopped asking questions and just accepted it.”

you: “seems wise, especially considering what you get up to when you do leave early, I imagine she wouldn’t want to know anyway ;)”

Lena: “And you seem to be wanting to push your buttons tonight, what makes you think you’ll get so lucky?”

you: “you are the light of my life and I am more than lucky to take anything you are so gracious to give me, Ms Luthor”

Lena: “Yeah, yeah, I get it. No need to kiss ass, I’ll see you soon babe ;)”

you: “Love you! Can’t wait <3″

You grinned to yourself as you put the cookies in the oven, marvelling at just how easily it is to smile when it comes to your girlfriend.

With nothing much else left to do, you sit down on your couch and peruse through Netflix’s Halloween selection, wondering if you could convince Lena to watch a horror movie with you.

It’s probably about fifteen minutes later and you’re in the middle of the third episode of Mindhunter when you hear the door open and you turn around to catch the figure of your girlfriend by the threshold.

“Hey babe,” you smile broadly as you take notice of her casual clothes.

“Hi yourself, (Y/N),” she says, walking over to your place on the couch as you lean your head back for her to give you a kiss.

She glances at the TV and squints her eyes suspiciously at you, “you started another episode?”

Your eyes widen and you try to hide your sheepish smirk, “no.”

Lena raises a stern eyebrow and you’re becoming less and less successful at hiding your guilty grin.

“I don’t like it when you lie to me, (Y/N).”

She leans down closer to your lips and you can feel her breath. You move up to kiss her but she dodges the move.

“Uh-uh, tell me the truth,” she says slowly.

You stare up at her again, your head leaning back as you gaze at her chastising look upside down. You smile softly to yourself at the sight of her, the teasing and fondness masked behind a veil of reprimand, and you think you zone out for a little bit in a dopey trance when you hear her click her tongue at you in frustration.

“Don’t do that.”

“What? What did I do?”

“How am I supposed to be angry with you if you keep looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” you ask half curiously.

Lena takes a deep breath and a smile forms on her lips, she shakes her head as she grabs your cheeks and kisses you.

“I can never say no to that face of yours, even if you do try to sneak some TV behind my back.”

“I did not,” you grumble petulantly, watching as her eyebrow arches again when she makes her way to sit beside you. “Entirely.”

“Mhm, right,” she remarks with a fond smirk. “How was your day, darling?” She presses up against you and leans her head on your shoulder.

“It was awesome, everyone dressed up which isn’t really something I’d expected. How about you?”

“It was a day... It’s rather difficult to talk Kara out of an idea once she has one, isn’t it?”

“What did she do now?”

“I believe she and Winn had some bet which she lost, so she walked around the office today in one of those inflatable dinosaur costumes that are always circulating the internet?”

You burst into laughter at the thought and wondered how Winn convinced Kara to walk around in an obnoxious costume for a day when her crime-fighting extracurriculurs were to be considered.

“I don’t really think she considered that she could actually lose,” Lena answers your wordless question.

“Those are always the best bets.”

“So what’s on the agenda today? Are you going to make me watch some ridiculous horror movie so I can snuggle up next to you?” Lena asks conspiratorially.

Despite yourself, you blush at the remark and try to hide your grin.

“I was, actually.”

“You’re so transparent,” Lena says, laughing as she moves in to kiss you.

“Not my fault you’re so irresistible,” you retort with a little pout.

Lena levels her look to you and mumbles against your lips, “you don’t need an excuse to hold me, (Y/N).”

“It’s Halloween anyway, what else could get us into the mood-”

Lena interrupts you as she kisses you, moving so she’s straddling you and pushes you into the couch.

“I know plenty that could get us in the mood,” she comments in a low voice.

She grinds softly into you and you groan, your hands moving to her hips as you chase her lips.

The rustling of something Lena’s disrupted distracts her and she looks down at your leg. She eyes your pocket suspiciously before she snaps her eyes up at you.

“Do you seriously have candy in your pocket?”

“No,” your eyes widen and you make a valiant effort to hide the humour in your lie.

“You’re in a dishonest mood today, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it this is my favourite!”

“Darling, I love you, but your sweet tooth is entirely ruining the meaning of ‘assorted candy’. You get to keep whatever is in your pocket for the rest of the night,” she says with a half-serious warning.

“Yes ma’am,” you mutter as you try to tug Lena back towards you.

“Nope,” she says, refusing to let herself be pulled in.

You look at her with your best puppy eyes and make a grand pout, blinking your eyes in utter sadness and deprivation.

“You’re going to burn the cookies. Don’t think you can use me as your excuse for gross negligence,” she remarks with a mischievous smile.

Lena moves back to her seat on the couch and you make a great show of slowly getting up and dragging your feet toward the kitchen, muttering just loud enough so she can hear.

“I guess! I guess I’ll go, I guess! I didn’t want kisses anyway, it’s fine!” you continue until your voice is nothing but a muted lament from the kitchen.

You take the cookies out of the oven, exceedingly impressed by Lena’s timing, no doubt, and you eye the bowl of candy that’s on the kitchen counter next to the tray of cookies.

You move to stick your hand out and you make just the slightest ruffling sound when you hear Lena’s voice calling out to you from the living room.

“The candy is for the trick-or-treaters, not you. Quit eating it all!”

You drop your jaw slightly in surprise and wonder if Lena’s got eyes on the back of her head.

“Hurry up and get back here before we’re interrupted for the remainder of the night and you regret all of your choices.”

You nearly slip in your socks rushing back to Lena, catching that look of amusement that you’ve noticed is becoming a common expression of hers, her eyes crinkled and lips twisted into a subtle smirk as she watches you dive onto the couch beside her.

True to her observation, you’re about half an hour into Friday the 13th Part VI when the beginnings of the never-ending doorbell mark the start of the evening.

You, being the child at heart, are exceedingly impressed by the sheer number of Supergirls you see; pirate Supergirl, zombie Supergirl, you think you see a velociraptor Supergirl to which you were witness to a brief argument of, ‘it’s Halloween I can be whoever I want to be’, and you whispered to the kid your shared affinity for dinosaurs, to which you received a beaming smile.

You can’t help it but you laugh when you see a child dressed in a laughing-crying emoji costume, and it wasn’t long at all before Lena’s become envious of you that she’s joining you at the door.

In between Halloween-goers, you find yourself sat on the stairs and you’re making out with Lena like two teenagers with the house to yourselves before the next doorbell interrupts you, and you always half-heartedly groan at the distraction and Lena dutifully shoves you toward the door.

Once, a solitary scientist shows up at your door, her mother standing a few feet away from her and the small girls looks up at your tall figures.

“Hi, I’m a scientist,” she says, completely opting out of the traditional greeting.

“That’s awesome, you probably need all the energy you can get to save the world, right?” you say as you drop some candy into her bag.

“Yeah, my mom says too much candy isn’t good though.”

“She’s right, my girlfriend is a scientist too, she only eats healthy food.”

The girl looks up at Lena and her eyes widen in wonder.

“You’re a real scientist?”

“I am, aren’t you?”

The girl tilts her head and her eyes widen again in realization. “Yeah.”

Lena grins as the girl happily waves goodbye, skipping to her mother who’s shaking her head in amusement at her daughter.

When it’s later in the evening and the number of trick-or-treaters has dwindled and you’re almost finished your third movie, you interrupt the B-horror movie you and Lena had opted for in favour of light conversation.

“You gonna dress up next season?” you ask as someone on the screen trips over their own feet.

Lena’s head is leaning against your shoulder and she snuggles closer to you under the blanket draped over you two.

“I suppose so, I definitely will when we have kids of our own though.”

You think you feel your heart skip a beat and you hear the low trumpeting of your heart in your ears. You think you’re projecting, totally having misheard Lena and you don’t dare comment on it at all, lest you make everything awkward and more troubled than it ought to be.

Your silence goes entirely noticed, however, and you don’t have to see Lena to know her eyes have shot to the size of golf balls and you can feel her entire body tense beside you.

You keep your eyes stubbornly trained on the TV, trying to steady your breaths but you learn that the mindful attempt of regulating a natural phenomenon is far too much work.

Lena’s uncharacteristically stuttering when she speaks up, “I just- I meant, that if... in the circumstance that could ever be a possibility-”

You move your arm and put a hand on her knee, your other arm bringing her in close and you squeeze reassuringly.

“Kid talk already, eh?”

You feel her indignant blush and you laugh, feeling her sink her head deeper into you if it were even possible.

“I’m sorry, I’m just bugging you,” you amend gently. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper as it’s muffled by your clothing.

“So we’ll get there when we get there. And I know I can take on everything with you, and I in fact want to.”

You squeeze her again and feel her wrap her arms around your midsection, you adjust yourself accordingly to let her.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think I could have a better Halloween partner than you.”

“How charming and thoughtful of you to say,” she says in a teasing lilt, taking her head out of somewhere from under your arm and resting her chin on your shoulder.

You turn your head slightly to look at her, adding an afterthought.

“Or a better partner in general.”

She looks up at you through her lashes, studying the soft look your face has taken when you look at her, and after a long moment she purses her lips for a kiss.

You turn your body to her and smile into her kiss, grinning at the soft exhalation of air she lets out when she melts into your touch.

You tug on her waist to bring her on top of you, Lena falling into your lap easily as you run your hands up and down her back in a soothing motion. Lena moans lowly in your mouth as your hands slip under her shirt, finally touching skin.

She rocks into you softly and your jaw drops a little, Lena’s touch tracing your lip gently before nipping at it.

You think you feel so viscerally shaken when Lena abruptly pulls away, leaving you feeling particularly cold and at a loss of contact.

By the time you figure out what’s going on, she’s already just made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“Hurry up, babe, or you won’t get to see the other costume I have in store for you.”

For the life of you, you think you black out momentarily when you process Lena’s words, and you think in that split second of seeming eternity, you caught a glimpse of your whole life flashing before you.

If there was any indication of eager excitement on your face, Lena most certainly caught it if the wink and sultry eyes she gives you is anything to go by.

You were proud to say you tripped only once bolting up the stairs; that and a handful of other bruises you garnered that night surely ended up being worth your troubles.

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A Look Back At My Time in Japan! Chapter 5

Fourth and Final Month on Exchange: July

This was a month full of social events both fun and bittersweet!

I started off the month by watching a movie with some of my uni friends. I have no idea what movie we watched but I’m sure it was a good time. The next couple of weeks consisted of mostly dance practice for the pier side festival that was to be taking place at the end of the month in Nagasaki. I joined the JASIN dance team since they were short on members and I thought it would be cool (plus we got a free university shirt for participating), but man was it difficult. JASIN was the international program that brought in exchange students from around the world to Nagasaki University of Foreign Studies and every year they apparently recruit exchange students to represent the school in a dance in the opening ceremony/party on the first day of the festival. I think there were about three or four other universities there. I actually have footage from the event thanks to one of my pals who was an intern at NHK since they televised it (I think I’ve been on NHK in some way, shape, or form at least two or three times but that was the only time that I was able to actually get the footage since I rarely had access to a TV in Japan during my travels *sighs*). Another girl from my exchange group who was super good at dancing and just had great coordination offered to give me some dance tutoring every day after class when I didn’t have work leading up to the event since I’m just born clumsy so it took awhile for me to get the hang of it.

By around the 16th of the month, pretty much all of Japan went crazy; especially my university. Why may you ask? Because Pokemon Go was released in Japan. While North America had access to the game, Japan was a couple of weeks behind so when it was finally released on Japanese servers it just blew up. Seriously, you couldn’t pass a person on the street without seeing them playing the game. It was great. Even R, one of my university buds who didn’t seem too into anime or gaming, downloaded the game before me and was playing. We pretty much spent everyday thereafter playing together, catching Pokemon and trying to compete in levelling up. She, Corn (a nickname for one of our guy friends) and I decided that we would all be team Mystic since everyone else seemed to be Instinct. Honestly, even the teachers joined in on the excitement. I stupidly didn’t invest in a data sim card or portable WiFi during my time in Japan so I was limited to public WiFi when playing but there was enough of it to go around in the city, it was just harder in the suburbs or more rural areas to play. It’s a shame though because while I still play, most of the people that I started playing with have lost interest in the game but I have decided to stay team Mystic even though the bf is team Valor just to hold onto the memory of that Summer. It was a great bonding experience although I did annoy at least one of my friends with my constant playing who never saw the fun in it.

I also spent a lot of my days that month going out after work with my coworkers. It was just a super lively month in general; B introduced me to a small, but delicious local Korean place and there was an izakaya outing almost every other night with my uni friends. I don’t drink but I still enjoy the atmosphere of everyone being silly and just having a good time - plus the food at izakaya joints is always delicious. It was also the birthday of the crazy receptionist that month, M, and while I may not have been on the best terms with her, she was still friendly with B who is friends with me so I still got an invite. We went to a manga cafe/karaoke joint and it was just quite the time. We somehow managed to stay out until 5 am.

Some days after, B and I went on a hike up to Inasayama from the centre of the city. We were able to open up to each other a lot during this walk and just talked for ages. I hadn’t been hiking in a long while and even though I was cycling or walking to university everyday...I seemed to be a bit out of shape for the hike...Once we left the centre of the city and were hiking more rural routes I really felt it whereas B had been used to inclines like this since she lived at the top of a small mountain and had to walk a huge staircase everyday to get home so it was a piece of cake for her. This also took place on a gorgeous day in the sweltering heat and humidity and I seemed to have forgotten to pack water so it was tough, not gonna lie. I also had stopped wearing the hiking boots that I bought specifically for Japan after my trip to Taiwan since it was just a bad purchase, my feet could never breathe and were a sweaty mess after a day of wearing them...sorry TMI! So I was always spending my days, whether hiking or not, in my sandals that I bought in Taiwan. Not the smartest idea, but hey, at least I got a cool sandal tan (xD). Fortunately for me though, with regards to dehydration, Japan has the most vending machines of any country, about 1 for every 23 citizens and each one has water as well as many delicious and sometimes seasonal drinks so I was covered for refreshments. You can literally find these machines in the middle of nowhere and the most random of places. We were taking side streets up residential areas and we still found a couple. By the time we got close to the top of the mountain it all felt worth it. It was so beautiful, with spectacular views and we managed to catch such a nice breeze. I wish I could still go on hikes like that one with B. It feels so nostalgic to think about that day.

I think I mentioned back in chapter one or two that my home stay family unfortunately did not turn out to be so great even though in the beginning they seemed awesome; so I’m going to take a little break from my recollection of July to explain why that was since July was to be the last month that I would stay with them and I might as well get that out of the way. In the beginning, they really made me feel comfortable and happy and it’s a shame it turned out the way it did because I really wanted to have a second family in Japan through them. They didn’t by any means break my exchange experience but it is a slight unfortunate side to my time there. Before I met my home stay mother who was late picking me up on the first of April, my university informed me of how lucky I was to be staying with this family. This was primarily because their house was in the centre of Nagasaki city and close to everything I could need. I wouldn’t have minded at all being in the pure countryside though but oh well. They also said this because apparently my home stay family were veterans in hosting people but had taken a two year break from doing it and I was the first person that they had decided to take on in a while. (I later found out that it was because their last home stay student was this big smelly guy who just never left his room and seemed to watch anime all day, every day. My home stay family often compared me to him and said I was much better while basically bad mouthing him.). I think that after a month of living with my home stay family the novelty must have worn off which is strange that I would have been a novelty to them since they were so used to hosting foreigners but it truly felt like that. All of April was great and they really showed me a great time. From May onward, however, their attitude towards me just dropped. I tried to be as respectful as I could to them and never take advantage of their kindness or ask too much of them so I really don’t know what happened. They just became very neglectful and apathetic towards me. My theory is that even though my home stay mother was a stay at home mother she just had too much on her plate. She was very sociable and if she wasn’t tending to her high school aged daughter’s or junior high school aged son’s needs then she was taking part in some kind of event. Not that I think it should be her job to clean it but their house was always filthy so clearly she didn’t care about that either. Which meant she was outside of the house a lot of the time and wasn’t cooking or cleaning and which would result in the father having to cook, usually just enough for himself and his son. Essentially, if the mother wasn’t home then I wouldn’t get breakfast or dinner--which is what I paid for as part of my home stay package (and it was quite the expensive package).

To be honest it felt like they were becoming quite stingy with me which didn’t make sense because I saved them a lot of money. I often went out with my friends and would always let them know when I was going out and didn’t need dinner and then in Ramadan when I spent the month fasting I never needed breakfast so they didn’t need to cook for an extra person for a long time. Regardless, there was one time when they all decided to go out for dinner for a special occasion and said I was allowed to come but had to pay for my portion. So either come out and pay for dinner with them or get no dinner at home and have to buy dinner anyway. It’s not like I was expecting them to pay for me but come on, I paid so much to live with them and they were saving so much money as it is but then were even having me pay for dinner with them? I guess I’m still a little bitter. On some days when it rained or when I didn’t have any plans, which was somewhat rare, they even seemed bothered by the idea that I might want to spend the whole day in the house and would ask if I was planning to go out at all. I went from really trying to be close with them and getting them to like me to just keeping to myself after a while. My little home stay brother who was in junior high didn’t seem to get the memo about being cold to me because in the end he was my only friend in the house and we would often play card games together. Don’t get me wrong though, I did try to at least communicate the food issue with my home stay mother but she acted like she had no idea what I was talking about and that the times that I didn’t get any dinner was because they didn’t know that I was in the house (???). A complete lie because I always informed them when I planned to be outside the house through text (always in Japanese) and when I didn’t say anything then that meant that I was planning to be home for dinner; besides she also never asked or made sure if I was planning to be out.

Throughout July as well, my home stay mother was also just never around when I needed help with preparing to leave in August or would just make up an excuse and say she needed to do something when I needed her help. You see, I was planning to start backpacking around Japan come August and needed to sort out how to get my suitcase from Nagasaki to Tokyo and what to do with all of the things that I wasn’t planning to take with me i.e. donate or recycle. I had done some research on the best method to get my suitcase sent back to Tokyo without incurring any extra costs. When I sent my suitcase to Nagasaki from Tokyo in March it had a place to go to but since I would be backpacking and didn’t really have a place waiting for me at that point in Tokyo I couldn’t just send my suitcase all the way to Tokyo with nowhere to go but I had found out I could send it to a major post office, for example, Osaka city post office, and they would hold it for ten days free of charge before sending it back to where it came from and then I could just send it again to Tokyo from Osaka when I was to arrive in Osaka. It did need a lot of explanation to the post office staff on what I was planning to do and my suitcase was heavy enough already so I had to get rid of a bunch of stuff. This is where I thought my home stay mother would help me. First of all, the Nagasaki city post office was a bit far to be lugging around the suitcase from their apartment so I thought she could drive me there, help me donate some of my stuff and help to explain my plan to the post office staff. Alas, she wasn’t around to help with any of that and I had to figure it all out on my own. Anyway I’m getting a bit ahead of myself because that didn’t actually happen until the beginning of August but I wanted to paint a picture of what my home stay family was like before I mention them again later.

The end of July was super jam packed. On the 27th, I had my last day at the English school that I was working at and it felt like my time there had gone by so fast. My boss made it clear to me how much he wanted me to come back and work for him when I was to graduate. Working for him was quite the experience and I definitely learned a lot about myself as a teacher and about teaching and realised that I really enjoyed it which is why I decided from that point that I was going to work toward applying for the JET programme, but that’s a story for another time. My last shift was really sweet because I had bonded with a bunch of my students so each group of students from the various classes that I taught made me a little farewell card that I still have. I was really sad to be going but looking forward to possibly teaching in Japan again at some point in my future.

The next day was the “graduation/farewell” ceremony for all of the exchange students at my university who were planning to leave. This was also sad but also so much fun because the school made a whole event out of it. There was food and music and everyone was dressed up so nice. I even put together my best outfit which was a flowery crop top hand me down from B and some nice overalls. Looking back on some photos though and by the end of my exchange I became so dark compared to how I normally am. I guess because I was walking to school everyday but I really don’t tan that easily in Vancouver, just shows how strong the sun is in Japan. My home stay mother also made a passing comment (before the graduation) about how it would have been nicer if I stayed whiter...I don’t think she meant to sound racist or anything and I am just doing a literal translation of what she said but I think she was just bewildered at how much I just didn’t care all that much that I was tanning and the fact that I was able to become so tanned and that I never put any effort in to look feminine. It also is not common at all for Japanese women to tan and actually they often try their best to cover their skin from the sun in the Summer since looking “white” or pale is something most girls strive to look like there. Anyway, the ceremony portion of the event was really nice and some of the exchange students who had been there longer gave a little speech. It felt super bittersweet to be saying goodbye to all my friends that I had met there from around the world. I met people from the U.S, the Netherlands, France, Vietnam, and China and we shared so much together whether in class or at some university event. I tried to write a letter to some of the people that I was close to and I ended each one with a little message that is a bit cheesy but why not? This was a landmark event in our lives. I said something along the lines of “this isn’t goodbye but see you later!” because I was planning to see them again and I have already met with some of them since then. Later that evening, B took me up to Inasa mountain to look at the stars, enjoy the night view of Nagasaki and celebrate the end of my studies. It was a lovely end to an eventful four months both at my part time job and university.

The day after graduating was the long awaited dance event of the pier side festival! It was quite the exhausting night and I was super nervous about whether I would dance well at all but it was a success! I was able to dance in sync with everyone else! By the end of it all I was super red in the face from what a workout it was and that it was just super humid. It felt like the whole city was there to watch. It was a little embarrassing because some of my students were there too as well some of my teachers from the university but it was a lot of fun and really cool to be able to represent the university and be in the spotlight like that. It honestly went by too fast. You know that feeling of tension that builds up before you get on a really scary looking roller coaster but then you get on and it’s over before you know it? That’s what this kind of felt like. Either way, a really memorable experience and I’m super glad that it was filmed by NHK and I was able to get a copy. Actually, now that I think about it. I pretty much did everything but vlog/blog when it came to collecting memories of things that happened. I took SO many photos of things, a few videos (both on a really bad and worn out phone) and whenever something was being filmed I always tried to get a copy of it. The second day of the pier side festival was the day I got to fulfil a little childhood fantasy of mine; I got to have my first go at a Summer festival at night in a yukata or Summer kimono and it was a blast! I felt super pretty in B’s hand me down yukata that she gave me which had a pink flowery design on a black background. I walked around with R and Corn and later met up with B, ate at some of the food stalls and watched the pretty fireworks for a good 30 minutes. It was absolutely lovely.

On the 30th, one of the senior American teachers that I had mentioned before who was somewhat in charge of the exchange students threw what was apparently his annual end of the year Summer party at his house. It seemed a tad bizarre to me that all of the Japanese first year students (other years were welcome too) and all of the exchange students were invited to party it up at a teacher’s house to celebrate finishing our studies but oh well. R made me promise to go since she had to be there as well because she was on the culture festival preparation committee or something and apparently everyone in the committee has to go to this party so she wanted me to be there too. I didn’t mind at all, I mean, I had some reservations about it because it was weird but also because I had to be up early the next day but since a couple other friends of mine were going as well as H who said he’d drive us (this teacher’s house was in the proper countryside, middle of nowhere). From what I can remember it was an interesting but still strange night. Several of the students didn’t care at all about drinking at a teacher’s house and people generally let loose. My only problem was a couple of the female first years and one girl in particular who got super wasted and was dressed in heels and was just being really loud and obnoxious but still wanted to follow me and a few others across the street, in the dark, from the house, through a wooded area and to the beach on the other side for some fresh air and to just get away from everything at the party. I was a tad annoyed but mostly concerned that these girls would hurt themselves although no one else seemed to care. I don’t remember much else from that night apart from the fact that we seemed to be there until sunrise. Although my friends and I spent most of it walking around outside and found a really pretty bridge to catch the sunrise. It was a nice way to end a weird night. Although, it wasn’t exactly over. I and the couple of other friends just mentioned, one of which being N, the girl I participated in the dance party with, had committed to being in the Nagasaki Peron boat race, again to represent our university and had no time to go home and rest beforehand since it was meant to start a few hours later at around 9 am. So H, being the sweetheart that he is, stayed up with us and drove us to where the boat race was to take place, parked outside a convenience store and we napped there for about an hour and a half, got some breakfast and were ready to go. I was truly living the exchange life with all these all-nighters that didn’t involve studying. The boat race was a hit as well. I remember being super pumped for it and not feeling tired at all. At some point I memorised a sort of cheer that is said during the boat race and began to basically chant it over and over during the race which seemed to help motivate everyone to row faster. I can confirm that according to a photo that I just saw from the event, I had a blast but looked super goofy.

Boy Drama Part Three: The Finale

Bet you thought this was over! Well, not quite yet. You see I never finished talking about what happened with E and you may think that it just fizzled out...but not exactly. Actually, my ending with him took place from mid/end of June until about the middle of July but since I spoke about Y enough in part 2, I thought I might as well dedicate part 3 to E. It was very strangely just a couple of days after the incident with Y that E messaged me again and pretty much insisted on a second date. He even invited me over to his house but I quickly declined that offer. This was all probably owing to the fact that I had spoken to him at the university just recently about how my phone broke and I panic bought rice to fix it but didn’t know what to do with the rice afterwards and then he offered to take it off my hands. He wanted to eat my phone rice. Well, one less thing that I needed to worry about I guess. Anyway, I was still kinda reeling from what happened with Y near the end of June and having to think about my final assignments, the dance at the pier side festival and wrapping everything up with university but E insisted on a date even though he should have known that I would be busy with assignments being that he was a teacher, but sure, whatever. I agreed to a date for the first Sunday of July but told him that it would have to be a much more casual one since I was planning to get some studies done earlier in the day before meeting up with him. Well, that was the plan. I really should have never agreed to meet up with him because I didn’t even like him anymore but I thought he got the hint that I lost interest and we only had one date that wasn’t really romantic or anything. But he insisted on this date and I didn’t know how to tell him that I wasn’t into him anymore or, well, I just didn’t want to, apart from all the excuses that I tried to give him.

The plan was for him to do his errands that he said he needed to do and that I would study at a cafe for a few hours and then we would meet up at 9pm for a night time stroll and maybe to get a snack or something. That didn’t happen. I cycled up to the cafe at about 5pm and he was there. I was so confused. We had agreed to meet at 9 but he was there. To be honest, I was feeling a bit ill as well and just wasn’t at all in the mood for this creepiness. I asked him what he was doing there so early and he said that he already finished his errands and thought we could start our date early. Um what? I told him that I hadn’t even started studying yet and he said it was ok and that he would join me while I studied. You might be thinking that should be nice, right? A Japanese teacher to sit with while I did my Japanese studies. Nope. I set myself up, and opened my books and instead of starting a conversation or asking what he could help with or anything, he just sat there and stared at me while I tried to finish my homework. Ahhhh the creep factor was strong with this one. I withstood that for all of 10 minutes before I just thought, right, this isn’t working. I packed up my stuff and told him we should go for a walk since I couldn’t concentrate. I remember my mood just getting more and more sour because, I’ll be honest, it was my time of the month and I was pmsing and he just wasn’t helping the matter. We walked around the city and pier and I tried to cheer myself up so that I didn’t seem too mean but I just found him utterly boring by that point. I think at some point he noticed that I wasn’t feeling well or something so he began to fill the silence a bit himself but it wasn’t really working. We decided to go into a supermarket after awhile and get some ice cream. We bought yukimi daifuku which was a brand of mochi ice cream and was delicious so that did help things a bit. Afterwards though, I decided that it was late enough that I could probably get away with ending the night there so I said that I wanted to go home and then he insisted on walking me home and wouldn’t take no for an answer. On the way back, he began to talk about how he can’t wait until I’m not his student anymore and how he wants to be able to be super open with his affection towards me and hold my hand while walking and do romantic things like that. I was too tired to think too much about it at the time but it really should have dawned on me at that point that this guy thought we were a couple. We had been on barely two dates and still hardly knew each other apart from texting for like a month and talking at school but he thought I was his girlfriend.

We got back to my house and I thanked him and was about to leave but he went in for a goodbye hug which I obliged him on but after that went in for a kiss and I kid you not, I ducked out of the way. I don’t know if he thought it was a mistake or something but he tried to kiss me a second time!! And I friggin ducked again. I don’t know what to tell you, it’s like something out of a sitcom. You can’t make this stuff up. I don’t know what he was thinking but after that I quickly said bye again and just ran up the stairs. Later on, he sent me a message saying he had a fun night to which I did not reply. I honestly do not know what part of that “date” he thought had gone successful enough for a kiss or even that he felt any chemistry between us because trust me there was none. *sighs* Why do I seem to attract weirdos? (not including the bf, of course)

A week or two passed after that and I wasn’t seeing much of him at university because I only had him for a speaking class and by mid July those classes were done but he seemed to be acting normal. Well, I thought he seemed fine but one day I got a long text from him calling me a coward and basically saying I was ghosting him and planning to leave without breaking up with him and just stringing him along and just a bunch of things along those lines. That’s right, he said breaking up. I’m not exactly sure if this is the case in general in Japan, the verdict is still out but I think showing a bit of interest and going out on at least one date even though I never specifically said that I liked him and wanted to be his girlfriend meant that I was in fact his girlfriend and I was being a crappy one at that. I don’t know what he expected, we never talked about a future or anything on the date (and a half) that we went on, or through messenger, but I was due to be leaving Japan in under two months and Nagasaki in just a couple of weeks and not planning to return for at least a few years so what did he think was going to happen?? Ah, I still cringe and am still so confused. I replied to him and told him that I was planning to talk to him about the fact that I was leaving and say goodbye (which was a lie but in retrospect I probably should have actually meant to) but that I was busy and that he should have known how busy I was. In the end, I told him we should talk about it in person so I told him that I would cycle over to the school the following day and talk to him for a bit since I had to go there for dance practice anyway. The following day, I did just that and oh my goodness the tension in his office was surreal. I went in and closed the door because I thought he probably wouldn’t want anyone to be hearing our conversation but then he got up and opened it and then just wouldn’t stop glaring at me which made me sufficiently uncomfortable. He sat back down and continued to glare and just didn’t say anything. I tried to open up the conversation and say that I was really sorry if I hurt his feelings and that that wasn’t my intention at all but said a couple of the same things that I said through text to him which was that I was planning to be leaving in just a couple of weeks and didn’t think much would come of our relationship but that it would be nice to remain friends if possible. Nothing. He did not say a word. He continued to glare though which made me unable to look at him and I was just facing my lap the entire time. I tried to apologise more and get him to say something but my efforts were futile and after about five minutes I told him that I had to go to dance practice and promptly left. It was unreal how uncomfortable I was and how creepy he was. I never spoke to him again after that either, I did see him around the university up until graduation though but we made sure to avoid each other.

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