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winterscaptain · 4 years

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in harmony.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: i’ve cast the choirs (because i think i’m hilarious) and have a playlist to listen to as you read, if you want the ~full experience~. i’ve done my best to time it out with the music so it flows properly, depending on how fast you read. the beginning moves a little faster than the music, so i would recommend starting the playlist at the beginning of the fic. this one has been living in my head rent free for way too long and i’m so stoked to share it with you.

straight no chaser as the nsa mc6 a cappella as the atf pentatonix as the fbi

words: 4035 warnings: mild swearing, internal monologuing, and pining!hotch ft. supportive!jj, tw: a capella themes setlist here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7GQkhBUhUfdJI4m0vZbqbJ?si=46TMCTj9SkCRoHlnAxHfkg

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The Official Unofficial Los Angeles Inter-Agency Choral Competition was in its final stages of preparation, and you were at the center of it. CIA did the judging, as usual, and each agency had a team, a setlist, and a competitive streak a mile long.

Because the bragging rights awarded by the CIA were so coveted, the agents involved in the choral groups got a half day off of work, waived by the Assistant Directors themselves.

Thus, the NSA, ATF, and FBI choral teams were goofing around in the federal building auditorium with the abandon of a bunch of high schoolers. Sound check was always criminally fun, and most of it was spent giving each other a hard time and arranging music on the fly.

The engineers were still working and would still need a few minutes to themselves before you all got onstage and ran your sets.

“Hey, Bureau.”

You turned, finding Ben behind you in his black button-up and tie. “Hey, dumbass.”

Ben was the arranger for the NSA team and your closest friend in Los Angeles. You got along famously, and you joked that the friendship between you was the only reason there was interagency cooperation in your jurisdiction at all.

He was looking particularly sharp this afternoon, as the NSA team prided themselves on their polished performance aesthetic.

“Ready for tonight?” He asked.

You laughed. “God, am I ever. I’ve been working CT down in the bunker for weeks.”

“Oh, dude that’s brutal. When was the last time you saw daylight?”

You blew air through your lips. “Ah, fuck, I dunno, like a week?”

Ben laughed and slung an arm around your shoulders. “This is a helluva way to get back into civilization with the rest of us.”

You scoffed. “It’s bold to imply anyone at the NSA is a part of any society.”

“C’mon. Trash talking doesn’t start until we’ve rehearsed at least once.” He jostled you, and you let out another peal of laughter.

“Try me, hot shot.”

Meanwhile, upstairs, the BAU was finishing up their goodbyes and case reports for the Los Angeles field office. There was a spree killer wreaking havoc in the Mid-City neighborhood, and the BAU was of enormous help in apprehending the suspect.

You’d been in the aforementioned CT bunker for at least a week and had no idea your (greatly missed) former unit was on your side of the country, let alone in the same building.

“Oh!” Agent Fitzgerald said, suddenly. The BAU looked up all at once, and it was almost comical. “I completely forgot. There’s an event tonight that’s always really fun. If you all aren’t in any rush to get back to Quantico, we’d love for you to stay. If you’re eager to get back, they’re in the auditorium right now for a dress rehearsal and it shouldn’t take more than a half hour.”

JJ’s head tilted. “What’s going on?”

“The Official Unofficial Los Angeles Inter-Agency Choral Competition.” Fitzgerald grinned. “It’s really fun, surprisingly good, and never not hilarious.”

Emily laughed. “You’re kidding.”

“Not even a little.”

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Ben and his team were in the middle of their set, and you were bopping along with some of the ATF guys in the corner.

You couldn’t deny the talent on the NSA team. They were clean-cut, crisp, and well-arranged (thanks to Ben), but you couldn’t help but think they were a little too polished.

Ben had the lock on comedic mashups, and had a great on-stage persona - one of the very few NSA agents with a sense of humor. He sang directly to you, much of the time, in rehearsal because he knew it made you laugh. His sense of humor was infused through all the arrangements, and the lyrics alone were enough to have you on the floor.

Their movie medley opener was your favorite, full of silly references and even a sing-along section. You knew all the words simply because you’d sat with Ben as he spent three days arranging and adjusting it a couple of months ago. Obviously, you offered absolutely no help because all you wanted was to watch him crash and burn.

Maybe some sabotage could come in handy next time…

They rounded out their set with a clean-cut cover of Smash Mouth’s All Star. Ben was always in it for the laugh, and you loved it. Both teams in the house were laughing as the NSA made increasingly bigger spectacles of themselves.

It was easier to forget how much you missed your family in Virginia when you were with the other teams - rehearsing and bonding and spending time together. There was no unit in Los Angeles like the BAU insofar as the bond between team members, but this event always mimicked it better than anything else.

Without Ben, you’d barely have anyone at all. He happened to be assigned to you as a liaison between agencies on one of your first cases, and you got on like a house on fire. His friends became your friends, and you found your footing in your new home. They showed you the best beaches (Manhattan and Malibu), the best sushi (Enya), and perhaps most importantly - the best route and attack strategy for navigating the hell that was LAX.

You avoided calling your old unit as much as possible, as you were sure it would keep you from fully settling down. If half of your head was in Virginia, you’d always hate Los Angeles. That said, Aaron was still the first number on your speed dial, and your thumb spent a fair amount of time hovering over it before inevitably shoving it back in your pocket. You’d done it just today, walking from your office to the auditorium.

You left the ATF to their ridiculous devices, and joined your team in the house.

“Doin’ alright? I heard it was a rough week for y’all down in CT.” Michael, a Texas native and an insane talent, could have been an excellent profiler if he wasn’t so great at ferreting out tax fraud. You both spoke in hushed tones, as to not disrupt the rehearsal.

You nodded, patting him on the arm. “I’m alright.”

“Missin’ home?”

You nodded again. “Just a bit. It’s weird coming out into the world after being in the bunker - it’s almost like I don't remember where I am, and I almost expect to be somewhere else.”

He didn’t say anything, but leaned against you. It was a small gesture, but a meaningful one.

When NSA was finished, with their levels set and lights programmed, it was ATF’s turn to get up on stage and flutter around until they were adjusted.

Michael said something ridiculous, and it made you laugh out loud. You slapped a hand over your mouth, hearing it resonate through the house as one of the floor mics picked it up.

At the back of the auditorium, only minutes prior, Agent Fitzgerald had slipped in with the BAU. They all stood along the back wall, and you only would have seen them if you knew where to look. The auditorium was massive, and the only lights up were the lights onstage - distinguishable features were nearly impossible to determine from the distance.

Aaron’s breath caught for a moment. A microphone picked up someone’s laugh near the stage, and it sounded startlingly like yours.

Must be mistaken. There’s no way.

As ATF started up, Ben grabbed you by the hand and pulled you to your feet. He turned you under his arm and led - dancing you around on the floor at the front of the stage. You laughed your way into his arms, and fell into a relaxed Lindy Hop. You took turns leading, throwing him under your arm just as many times as you ducked under his.

Aaron’s thoughts wandered, the laugh he heard triggering something in him. He missed you greatly, but that was no secret. You two had started seeing each other, unbeknownst to the team, a little more than three months before your transfer.

The team were too polite to tell you, but they knew something was going on from the get-go. Hotch was happier, and you were more effusive in all situations. You balanced each other well, and could bounce ideas and fight and communicate like nobody else in the unit. It was an asset more than anything, but when the transfer assignment came through, there was no negotiating.

For all involved, you decided it was best to end things - or at least pause them - while you were stationed at the LA field office. It would be too hard, and you’d hate to hate him by the time you got back to Virginia for one reason or another. So, you were alone at the LA field office, while he stayed right were he was.

Wait. The LA field office.

He was jarred from his thoughts by JJ, who smiled and asked, “What’s their deal?” Her eyes were trained on the dancing couple on the house floor, out in front of the apron of the stage.

“Oh those two are the only reason the FBI and NSA play nicely in the sandbox together. They’re two peas in a pod. They work counter-terrorism for their respective agencies, and have a knack for solving inter-departmental disputes.”

“Are they together?” JJ’s question was light, but Hotch knew there were ulterior motives. Maybe she’d heard your laugh too, and refused to doubt.

She was good at that - not doubting. Hotch, on the other hand, sucked at the whole faith thing. He found his skepticism was only getting worse with age, and he (in that very moment) decided to have a little more hope.

“Oh, no, not at all. Ben doesn’t swing that way, and my understanding is that Agent L/N left someone back on the east coast and hasn’t been seeing anyone out here.” It was clear Agent Fitzgerald, a new import to the LA field office herself, had no idea you worked with the BAU prior to your transfer.

Maybe you hadn’t talked about them at all.

That thought sent a little unpleasant spike through Hotch’s chest.

Hope. Hope.

Maybe Fitzgerald just missed something, or didn’t know you too well.

Hotch could feel Emily’s eyes on him, but continued watching the ATF runthrough. It was your laugh he heard. Ben threw you around with ease, and you both cut clean, sharp lines silhouetted against the stage lights.

Then, of course, it was Emily’s turn to ask questions. “So how did this...tradition start?”

Fitzgerald shrugged. “It’s my understanding that it’s been happening for years, brought on by some ridiculous bet between ATF and FBI. Never ones to be outdone, the NSA inserted themselves, the CIA wanted a piece of action, and the rest is history.”

“Only in California,” said Dave with a laugh.

As the songs changed, Aaron watched you tap out of the dance, sitting down heavily in one of the house seats and taking a few huge sips of water. Ben grabbed his water bottle from the floor and came to the row behind you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.

Though he was just told Ben would not ever be into you in that way, Hotch couldn’t help the prickle of jealousy that snuck up his belly. JJ, beside him, stepped close to him and hooked her hand around his forearm, her thumb brushing circles against his suit jacket.

“I’m alright,” he whispered.

She squeezed once. “I know.” It sounded like she knew more than that, but Hotch let it go. While sometimes irritating, it was nice to have people around him that knew him so well.

JJ continued to cling to his sleeve as the ATF transitioned to the FBI.

It nearly startled him out of his skin to hear your voice echo through the house on a hand-held microphone. You stood on the edge of the stage, squinting at the booth at the back of the house. “Can we run full tech? We have AV that needs to be sequenced correctly.”

A click, then a disembodied voice. “We’re ready for full AV.”

You shot a two fingered salute. “Thanks, team. Let’s bring up the seal for now and go from there.”

The FBI seal and motto floated into focus on the fabric behind them, and Aaron felt himself almost lean forward in anticipation. He chanced a look down the line, and the rest of his team was smiling, waiting, watching. Just like he was.

JJ bumped his shoulder.

The stage was rather dark, but he could see all five of you lined up almost against the fabric. The song started quickly, with strong base and an uptempo beat.

Your team ran to the front of the stage one by one, following the phrases of the music - fun and high energy.

“I didn’t know…” Emily whispered to Derek, at a loss. He shrugged, still totally floored. You’d never joined them in their horrible karaoke spectacles, claiming the sanctity of your dignity, but Hotch realized now it was just to spare their feelings.

You were incredible. Your eyes shone in the light, your smile flashing behind your microphone. It was obvious you were having a helluva time, and were close to your teammates. You played off each other easily, keeping pace without conducting, feeling the music and harmony in every cell of your body. Hotch saw your work ethic even in this - collaborative, but still taking charge.

It was clear your team looked to you for tone and energy, and you delivered. With a start, Aaron realized he’d never heard this song before. He leaned forward and asked, “Are some of these originals?”

Fitzgerald nodded. “The FBI team has a few strong writers on it this year, so they were able to pull together a medley, an original, and the closer in about three weeks.”

Hotch raised his eyebrows. “Wow. That’s impressive.”

She laughed lightly. “You’re tellin’ me. I was in here one day when they were workshopping after hours and was blown away.”

When you were finished with your first piece, you looked back to check the cyc - satisfied to find Home, arranged by Y/N L/N in gold, in the FBI font.

“I’m gonna practice my little spiel here or I won’t get it tonight. I’ll count you off at the end, go on three, yeah?”

Click. “Copy. Go for it,” came the disembodied voice once more.

“When we were deciding which medley we wanted to use, we figured out there was nothing in our library that really spoke to us at that moment where we were. So, we wrote a new one. This one is called Home, and includes a bunch of songs that not only include the word ‘home,’ but ones that mean something to us or someone we love.

“Home, to us, is where our families are. We all chose a series of pictures that represent home for us, the people we love. I hope you enjoy listening to this medley as much as we enjoyed writing it.” You flashed a winning smile before raising your hand, waiting a moment, and then dropping it, immediately starting to sing.

The rest of your team fell in right away, stepping up to the mics and sinking into the arrangement. A figure jogged up the steps toward Hotch, and he latently realized it could only be Ben, his agile stride giving him away.

He settled right beside Hotch, leaning against the wall. Needless to say, Aaron was confused. That is, until -

“You’re Hotchner, aren’t you?”

Aaron kept his gaze trained on the stage. “Who’s asking?”

“Ben Collins, NSA. I would be a really shitty friend if I couldn’t recognize someone I’d seen in a framed photo on Y/N’s desk like 20 times.”

With that, he gave Hotch a mock-salute and trotted back down the stairs.

JJ furrowed her brow. “What was that about?”

“I have no idea,” Hotch admitted. “He knew me, though, from photos.”

He felt, rather than saw, JJ’s smile as she bumped him with her shoulder. “Focus - You’re missing it.”

He huffed a laugh, and tuned back in.

Home was an undeniably fun medley, and the photos were heartwarming and strategically chosen to hide all faces except the agents’ on stage. Aaron smiled when he heard a line from one of his favorite songs.

Our house Is a very very very fine house...

Just a brush, but it felt like your touch, your smile, reaching him. You took the next section with renewed energy, never falling into stillness as you drove the music forward.

JJ clutched at Hotch’s sleeve, and he lifted his gaze from you to the cyc. On it, there were photos of Dave’s backyard, mixed in with what he only assumed were the pictures from your teammates’ homes and families. They were piling on top of each other, as if someone was throwing them into a pile, one by one.

A photo of JJ, Emily, and Penelope flashed by, their backs to the camera.

There was one of you, Jack’s face hidden in your neck as you smiled fondly at the person just to the left of the camera. Aaron recognized that image, but from a different angle. You’d been smiling at him, just next to Emily.

Emily’s eyes strayed to Hotch. There was a look on his face she’d never seen before. She almost looked away, feeling like she was intruding on an intimate moment. Instead, she lightly smacked Derek’s shoulder, and he looked over too.

“The separation has been hard on them both,” he said, his voice low. “Look.” He tipped his chin toward you.

Your posture didn’t look any different to anyone who knew better, but Emily could see the slight sag in your shoulders, hear the small catch in your breath. The music affected you more than you’d care to admit.

A photo came into view on the screen - one where you stared out the jet window with your chin in your hand, Hotch’s face pressed into your torso as he slept with his head in your lap. Your fingers were tangled in his thick dark hair, twirling absent-minded curls into the locks behind his ear. JJ smiled. She’d taken that one. It was soon covered with another, then another, then another.

Agent Fitzgerald bid the team a quiet farewell and slipped out to take a phone call. Hotch barely noticed. She’d been on her phone most of the time, and had missed the photos. She was blissfully unaware of your connection to the team, and for that Hotch was grateful. It almost felt wrong to disrupt the little world you’d built here.

They were almost done, preparing for the closer.

Maybe he was biased, but Hotch felt your team was the strongest.

NSA had the polish and that classic choral look and looked like they were having just the right amount of fun, but there was still that competitive edge that took some of the luster out of the performance.

ATF were the most traditional of the group, all of their music recognizable, tightly arranged, and reminiscent of barbershop quartets. While entertaining, it was clear you and Ben stole the show with your dancing, the music taking a ready backseat to your antics.

Your team had fun. There was no bite in it. You weren’t there to win, but rather just there for the sheer fun of it. Your music was yours, it meant something, and was more creatively arranged than the rest of them by a long shot.

Aaron felt a rush of pride as he watched you shine. While he couldn’t articulate it, he could sense the same thing Derek noticed. There was something pulling at you - the same thing pulling at his shoulders and the corners of his mouth whenever he had fun without you.

“Alright,” you said, just a little out of breath. You took the mic off the stand. “We have one last number, and we all sing it together.” You held the mic out to your left, and Ben took it from you.

“This is our favorite, because it’s a really good excuse to think of the people we love.”

Some agent (whose name always escaped you) from the ATF took the mic next. “Thanks for coming out tonight to watch our ridiculous annual competition, for bragging rights and honorary ownership of the City of Los Angeles.”

Ben took the mic from him and passed it back to you.

“I hope we all have someone in our life that we love so much it's difficult to articulate. I know I do.”

JJ inhaled sharply as Hotch let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You missed him. He could feel it. He wasn’t alone.

You replaced the mic, and stepped back. With the FBI in the center, ATF to the right, and NSA to the left, you began.

There’s a calm surrender To the rush of day When the heat of a rolling wave Can be turned away

It was a beautiful picture, all of you standing together as one united front. The sound was incredible - filling the space with sound that spun right into the chests of everyone listening. You stepped up with Ben and an ATF agent, standing close to the mic.

Ben reached for your hand, knowing this one was hard for you. You’d probably never get a chance to have Hotch in the same room, feeling what you felt, singing this song. It was silly - a Disney song. But it always cracked you wide open. It was only ever for him.

You took Ben’s hand and gripped it tight. It wasn’t performance, so you could really do whatever you wanted as long as sound and projections were able to do their work.

The breakdown of the song was your favorite, and you threw your hands in the air, releasing Ben - the final lighting cue of the show. It was designed to bridge the gap between the players and the audience, bringing everyone together.

The house lights came on about halfway, and the BAU was visible from the stage, as they’d all crept forward during the set. Hotch could only imagine what that lighting effect would do when the house was full of agents and their families later tonight. A true communion, with the music and the people.

Your eyes scanned the house, rehearsing your engagement pathway through the audience. A small cluster of people caught your attention, and Ben squeezed your hand. You looked over at him, still singing, and he gave a tiny toss of his head back to the group.

Looking more carefully now, you saw your team. More specifically, you saw Aaron.

He was watching you with a fond smile, and you knew he saw you clock his presence. JJ was on his arm, likely anchoring in him place and comforting him in only the way she could.

Against your will, a broad smile pulled at your face, a shot of adrenaline pushing you into the finale. Your eyes were locked on his, the music only a footnote to two simple words running on loop in your head.

He’s here he’s here he’s here he’s here.

The world for once In perfect harmony With all its living things.

You hit the final chord and let it hang in the air for a moment. It felt like forever - the BAU burst into applause, Derek and Emily whistling and shouting - while you and Hotch just stared at each other across the house.

The connection was only broken when Ben yanked you back to rehearse bows, which took all of thirty seconds. You squinted at your friend when you stood straight again. He had a smug little smile on his face.

“You knew,” you accused with absolutely no heat.

Ben shrugged. “I investigated.” He shot you a wink as he said, “It’s what I do.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved past him, nearly leaping down the steps into the house. You ran up the aisle, and Hotch was there to catch you, holding you close.

“You’re here.”

He kissed the side of your head. “Of course I’m here. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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Then again, I suppose a “pinch” seems appropriate when you’re ordering sushi.

-Simon Blackquill

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atticofthings · 3 years

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100 facts about me

That’s right, I was bored

1. I was born May 22nd

2. I’m 5’3

3. I have a tattoo on my right wrist of something I’ve drawn since childhood

4. I went to four public schools as a kid

5. The Expendables 2 is one of my favourite movies, as is Day after Tomorrow

6. I have performed on stage

7. I didn’t take any art courses in high school

8. As a child I wanted to be a scientist

9. I got on honour roll every year in high school

10. I have pet rats

11. I have been the Easter Bunny and Santa for holiday events

12. I do not want kids and am tokophobic

13. Frogs and toads scare me

14. Run for Cover, Mr.Brightside, Kids, Danse Macrabe, and Give me the Night are my top five favourite songs right now

15. I want to walk down the isle to Enya’s Fairytale

16. I have had my neopets account since 2004

17. I worked at Petsmart for 6 years, and was a manager for a part of it

18. I have been in four post-secondary programs but only finished two

19. I make way too many puns

20. My favourite colours are teal and purple (not together)

21. I can remember things from when I was 2

22. My lucky numbers are 5, 22 and 7

23. Were I born a boy, my name would have been Kalemn

24. Broccoli is my favourite vegetable

25. I am a huge roller coaster fan

26. I’ve had 22 rats in total, at one point 9 at once

27. I don’t find poodles and poodle mixes cute (but they can have awesome personalities)

28. My great uncle was in the mob

29. My great great grandmother was from Siam

30. At my college graduation my last name was said right, but my first name wasn’t (irony)

31. I had two friends with the same name as me, all of us spelt different

32. I love train rides

33. I’ve never been overseas

34. I’ve only been to the ocean once

35. My favourite holiday is Halloween

36. Do you Hear what I hear is my favourite Christmas song

37. I’m asexual

38. I made someone cry when I broke up with them once (yes I feel bad)

39. I cosplay

40. I was Garfield (mascot suit) for a Santa Claus parade once

41. My discord is Alyshia#2086, let me know though before you add me

42. I have an obsession with abandoned places

43. I have obsessive compulsive disorder

44. I look great in dress shirts and ties

45. I moderate a FNAF server

46. I love Pokemon, Digimon and Yokai Watch equally

47. I don’t fancy the colours yellow or orange

48. I’m a Gemini

49. Yes I’ve read Homestuck

50. No Sollux isn’t my favourite troll. Eridan is.

51. I have a collection of Monster high dolls

52. I collect insect exoskeletons

53. I had braces…expensive fancy teeth

54. I’ve never broken a bone

55. As a child I always was afraid of the trains going by my house at night. In my mind if they caught me awake when they passed they’d steal my soul

56. I have a diploma for Graphic Design but doubt that’s what I’ll ever be truly doing with my life

57. I love pizza

58. Speaking of, pineapple is good on pizza

59. I can move my one eye independently from the other

60. Yes I am still mad about the ending of Mass Effect 3

61. I love ghost pokemon but if I was a gym leader I’d use poison

62. My favourite pokemon is Feraligatr

63. I find haggis delicious

64. I have an Uncle Bob (doesn’t almost everyone?)

65. I can’t drive

66. I have never pulled an all nighter

67. I love sushi

68. I am very good with sour food

69. I’m not a sweets person, give me chips over candy

70. I could eat eggs every day

71. Final fantasy Tactics Advanced A2 is one of my favourite games

72. I haven’t seen any of the newer Marvel movies

73. I would LOVE to pet a chicken

74. Also I’d love to pet a highland beastie

75. Sunken items make me uncomfortable yet I love looking them up

76. I can move one eye independently from the other

77. I don’t drink

78. Cranky is my favourite type of animal crossing villager

79. Alligator is my favourite species of animal crossing villager

80. I would totally be a snooty villager

81. Lilac is one of my favourite scents

82. Asparagus is the only vegetable I 100% won’t eat

83. I find oysters delicious

84. I have no known allergies

85. I cry so easily

86. I once had a full blown meltdown at work and my mascara didn’t run, miracles

87. I had purple hair at one point

88. I love the flavor of watermelon but not eating watermelon

89. Rat hands are the best darn things

90. My favourite thing to do with my braces was change the colours to match the season…or rainbow

91. I usually have some kind of colour on my nails (looks nice for typing)

92. Grapefruit are delicious to me

93. I love vanilla coke

94. I can ride a bike but don’t like to

95. A tropical vacation doesn’t sound as appealing is going to say..England

96. My favourite doughnut is maple dip

97. I like my bacon extra crispy

98. I worked at a pizza place for a month…it was terrible

99. I once got a 20$ tip

100. I once counted to 1000 to kill time whilst working at a kiosk

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phoenixrisesoncemore · 4 years

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I was tagged by @wangxianbunnydoodles (oh my, this is long and you might regret it; also I don’t follow instructions well 😉). I tend not to be very good at these things (sorry to anyone else who has tagged me in these kinds of things before—this is a rare event happening mostly because I wanna talk about Tolkien books and ships) but here goes:

Top 3 Ships

I don’t actively ship characters that often. I’m not sure why that is. I do enjoy reading fic with pairings either canon or not, but I don’t often go “all in” on ships in most narratives I consume. There are notable exceptions (more than three but these are the three most recent—I have no idea how to identify my top ships):

WangXian (CQL). This is surely obvious from the current state of my blog, right? I blame The Untamed and its impossibly tender, only-subtextual-by-a-hair’s-breadth romance. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a show express ultimate devotion, deep affection, true appreciation, complete understanding (eventually), and the sheer *necessity of the other* between two people quite like this one has. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever seen two characters and desperately wanted them together and happy as much as I have these two, so bravo to the cast and crew for generating such second-hand devotion in me.

Silvergifting (Tolkien). This is all @thearrogantemu’s fault. I’d read some Silvergifting before I read These Gifts That You Have Given Me, mostly out of curiosity (some good stuff, too!), but I had never read any Tolkien fic that convinced me it was *true* (on many, many levels, though the ship level is the one pertinent to this post). In any canon-like universe this ship hurts, but in the Gifts universe it hurts the most; it hurts like Hell. It hurts in the way only razor-sharp, sorry-the-universe-works-this-way, oh-are-those-my-entrails-on-the-floor-I-didn’t-even-feel-the-knife tragedy can hurt. And it’s so convincing that it’s just...a fact now. Tolkien just forgot to tell us. So now I ship Silvergifting, but most deeply, specifically THAT Silvergifting. (Meanwhile, 14 year old me continues to look at *significantly* older me like I’m insane.)

ZeLink (Legend of Zelda). Deep down I’m still 12 years old and no amount of fine lines and wrinkles is going to change that. When is Breath of the Wild 2 coming out?

Last Song

I listen to soundtracks and bombastic and dramatic orchestral pieces much more often than I listen to what people mean when they say “songs,” and a significant chunk of the “songs” I listen to are from musicals/operas.

Earlier today it was Hanz Zimmer’s soundtrack to Dark Phoenix (don’t start me up on the continuing disappointment that Phoenix adaptations continue to be to me—you don’t want to hear it; even I don’t want to hear it).

Before that it was Barbra Streisand’s The Broadway Album. (I prefer her outer space cover of “Somewhere” to the actual thing. Fight me.)

Before that it was Carmina Burana (One of my favorite things ever was when we went to a live performance of Carmina Burana and a boy who couldn’t have been more than 7 years old sat in the aisle in front of us and head-banged enthusiastically through “O Fortuna.” It was so metal. You go, kid. You get it.).

Before that it was a splattering of Billy Joel hits with emphasis on “2000 Years”, “River of Dreams”, “Scenes from an Italian Restaurant”, “The Stranger”, and “Only the Good Die Young” (thanks to that outstanding WangXian interpretation!).

Of course the soundtracks to The Untamed/CQL have been on repeat for weeks around here, particularly every single iteration of “WuJi” and the flute-heavy instrumental pieces (man, those are good!).

Not long ago I had Sarah Brightman’s covers of “Figlio Perduto” from La Luna and “Glosoli” and “One Day Like This” from Dreamchaser burning through my iPhone battery (yes, I like popera).

Enya, and especially Shepherd Moons and The Track Which Shall Not Be Named has been on repeat a lot.

Last Movie

I don’t sit down to watch movies that often any more. It just takes too much stillness and undivided attention and more resistance to multi-tasking than I have. The actual last movie that I watched (in a “have it on on another screen while I work” kind of way) was Raiders of the Lost Ark, which, of course, I’ve seen umpteen times and which followed a similar rewatch of the Back to the Future trilogy. The last movie I watched completely without distraction was Book Smart; I don’t watch comedies very often, but I really enjoyed it in an “OMG, I can totally relate to this” kind of way (except for the class president thing—that would have required that I interact with other people my own age and also not be homeschooled). Before that I think it was the Tolkien biopic. Man, I still haven’t written anything about that.

Currently Reading (in order of when I started them)

Oh dear.

The Familiar: part 1, Mark Z Danielewski. *sigh* For as much as I think Danielewski is brilliant and House of Leaves is one of my favorite books ever, I’ve just not been able to get into much of his other work. It’s universally a time and energy investment to penetrate and puzzle through, and I just don’t have as much of that as I used to. House of Leaves makes that investment worth it from early on and is absolutely a page-turner once you settle in, but other than The Fifty Year Sword I’ve just not been able to get into the rest of his work. The Familiar: part 1 is supposed to be the first in a 26 part series which is currently halted at part 4, I think. Without a guarantee of all parts ever being published, I don’t think I’m ready to invest more time into part 1 and may end up abandoning it, unfortunately.

History of The Hobbit, Douglas Anderson. Anderson did what Christopher didn’t and gave The Hobbit the HoMe treatment (if a bit less literal and opaque in format). It’s fascinating (I mean, there’s the Beren and Luthien name drop you were not expecting right there in the first draft), but reading essentially the same passages with only small changes over and over can be a slog, so reading it has been an ongoing project for over a year now.

Splintered Light: Logos and Language in Tolkien’s World, Verlyn Fleiger. This is Fleiger’s look at Tolkien’s Middle-earth in light of his association with Owen Barfield. Particularly, she is examining Tolkien’s work in conjunction with Barfield’s Poetic Diction and his thoughts on language and meaning. I have not read Poetic Diction, but I probably will now since it apparently addresses language formation as related to the origin of human consciousness which is SO up my alley.

New Seeds of Contemplation, Thomas Merton. My late sister-in-law had a masters in theology from Notre Dame and became a huge Merton fan. Meanwhile, my best friend actually spent a weekend retreat at The Abbey of Gethsemani. Between hearing about him from the two of them, I developed an interest in Merton. I happened to read “Moral Theology of the Devil” a couple of years ago. It was one of the most illuminating theological things I have read and deeply inspired my own Tolkien fic-writing (let’s just say the progress there is otherwise slow). This book is a collection of pieces which happens to contain that piece, and I’ve been skipping around through it for a while now.

The Lord of the Rings reread (Tolkien, obviously). I hate this, but I am so deep in so many critical Tolkien books that I’ve not had the chance to really sit down and relax into my reread for months and months and will likely just end up starting over. Plus I want to read it concurrently with the next entry in this list and the next entry is taking longer to get through because of its format. That entry being:

The Lord of the the Rings: A Reader’s Companion, Hammond and Scull. This is a treasure trove of data and insights for those really wanting to dig critically-historically into The Lord of the Rings on a chapter-by-chapter, passage-by-passage basis. The only issue with it is that jumping back and forth between the two (as you have to: this is a reference book) tends to kill the mood of The Lord of the Rings when read as it’s meant to be read: for enjoyment!

The Power of Limits: Proportional Harmonies in Nature, Art, and Architecture, Gyorgy Doczi. This has been an ongoing read here and there since Christmas, especially as I work on two personal projects.

The Gospel in a Pluralist Society, Lesslie Newbigin. To be honest I don’t think I am going to finish this one. I like a few of the things he says, things I think are truthful and which need to be confronted in American Christian culture in particular, but it’s just too much Calvin for my taste, too many assumptions I do not share being the heretic that I am, and I spend too much time anger-notating about theology to read it with grace.

In Full Measure I Return to You, thearrogantemu. This is a reread of the (relatively) happy AU fic for my most favoritest Tolkien fic (Gifts), but I’ve put my reread on hold while I finish one of the two projects, after which I am diving in and screw the rest of this list for the time being.

Food Craving

Sushi. My kingdom for some good sushi. I’ve only had sushi once since we got back from NY and while it was the best sushi I have had locally IT WAS NOT OMAKASE AT SUSHI NOZ. It also didn’t require a personal loan to pay for, but *shrug* I’m spoiled now and will forever crave what I can no longer have.

People I’d Like To Get To Know Better

I hate tagging people in these things because I’m awkward and shy and do them so rarely myself that it feels hypocritical for me to ask it of others. That being said: if you’re a follower of my blog and you want to do this, please do! And please tag me! I’d love to get to know more about you 😊.

#getting to know you #wangxianbunnydoodles #tolkien #the untamed #movies #music #books #food

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circular-time · 4 years

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@spacetimeconundrum tagged me in a meme!

Top Three Ships: I'm not shipping very actively these days, but for many years it's been Fifth Doctor/Nyssa (ya think?), grouchy badass Dad Friend and Mom Friend Auron/Lulu in Final Fantasy, and more recently, I've caught a mild case of Thasmin, except that I tend to read it as a one-sided crush. Maybe. Who knows. I am open to persuasi— shut up Master you weren't invited

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick. Hobbits do not belong in deserts.

Last Song: last involuntary earworm thanks to the sushi cafe giving me flashbacks with 80s music: "Straight Up" by Paula Abdul. Last song I chose: Enya's "Watermark" which I suddenly found myself needing during my third hour stuck in Urgent Care waiting for x-rays while my severely sprained ankle made its point LOUD AND CLEAR 🤬😳��

Last movie: last one in the theater, Ad Astra, which was a mistake. Last movie I watched at home, Loving Vincent, which wasn't.

Reading: The Ends of the World: Volcanic Apocalypses, Lethal Oceans, and Our Quest to Understand Earth's Past Mass Extinctions yes I am strange. Extreme geology is my kink. Apparently I deal with eco-angst and RL depression by processing my emotions at several steps remove: (a) having FEELS over a dramatic disaster that happened hundreds or millions of years ago (b) it wasn't caused by humans being cruel or selfish (c) the Earth eventually recovered and (d) SCIEnce.

I'm also midway through an audiobook, Steve Cole's Combat Magicks, narrated by Mandip Gill (yay!) with the fam getting split up between the Roman army and Attila's Huns. And for bedtime reading I am listening to the most boring volcanology audiobook ever, The Year Without a Summer, which I expected to have more about Mount Tambora and Indonesians and less about Mormons and Napoleon. It is very useful for helping me fall asleep.

Tagging, only if they feel like it: @paradoxymora and @thefirstintimeandspace

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k-llama-llama · 4 years

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Our Time Has Come

Everglow AU: 7th member

Mya/Enya x Everglow

Mya’s X1 brothers aren’t thrilled about her dating news.

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“She’s getting too skinny,” Seungwoo said, turning to Seungyoun. “Don’t you think she’s getting too skinny?”

“She’s literally had two plates. I think she’s fine.”

Mya took another bite of the drumstick, blinking innocently. She pulled it away, wiping her mouth. “You know I’m supposed to be skinny, right?”

“You’re already skinny.” Hangyul protested. “If you lose any weight you’ll disappear.”

“Here, have some more chicken, Mimi.” Yohan handed her another piece.

She held up her hand. “Honestly I shouldn’t. After how much I ate this weekend, I should be careful. We have photoshoots coming up.”

“Why did you eat a lot this weekend?” Seungwoo asked.

“Oh, I went out for sushi.” Mya said quickly, taking another bite of her chicken.

“Where? Did you find a new place?” Seungyoun turned to her. He pretty much uniquely used her for restaurant recommendations.

“Uh, yes.” She rattled off the name of the restaurant, pointedly not taking her eyes off of her plate when she knew they recognized it.

“Isn’t that like a super nice restaurant?” Hangyul wiped his face.

“Yeah, they have like a garden out front.” Yohan exclaimed. “Why were you there? A group meeting or something?”

“Ah, no.” She swallowed. “I went with a friend.”

“A friend? You aren’t allowed to have other friends. Who was it?” Seungyoun asked suspiciously.

“Was this friend a boy?” Yohan teased.

“No.” Mya said too quickly, the blush on her face was a dead giveaway.

“You went out with a boy!” Seungwoo exclaimed. “Absolutely not.”

“Who is he? Why didn’t we get to meet him first?” Hangyul demanded.

“Uh, because we’re not in the same group anymore and I barely see you guys.” Mya snorted. “I’m old enough to go on a date if I want to go on a date.”

“You’re totally right.” Yohan said, before resting his head in his hands. “But who is he?”

“Mya’s got a boyfriend, Mya’s got a boyfriend.” Seungyoun sang.

“I don’t know if you guys have met him.” Mya said quietly.

“Oh, is he famous? Is he an idol?” Yohan leaned forward. “You have to tell us now.”

“You have to tell us or I’ll call like, Yiren or something and find out all of the details.” Seungyoun threatened.

Mya winced. There was no way Yiren would be able to keep the secret, so it was probably safer to just own up to it.

“Um, you guys have heard of NCT, right?”

“Right.” Seungwoo blinked. “You’re dating a member of NCT?” He practically shouted.

“Shut up.” Hangyul pulled him back down into his seat, before whisper-shouting at Mya. “You’re dating a member of NCT?”

“I...I guess so.” She tucked some hair behind her ear. “Have you guys ever met Yuta?”

Yohan’s mouth dropped open, and then he was pulling out his phone, rapidly googling.

“Did he ask you out? Did you ask him?” Seungyoun started rattling off questions.

“He hasn’t tried anything, right? You better not have even kissed him or I’ll have to-”

Yohan cut Seungwoo off. “Um, Mimi?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you aware he’s born in 1995?”

“Um, yes?” Mya blinked.

“Absolutely not.” Hangyul grabbed the phone from Yohan, confirming the birth date. “He’s five years older than you? No way.”

“He’s really nice.” Mya protested. “If you met him you’d-”

“And he has piercings?” Seungwoo saw a tweet, glaring up at Mya. “Break up with him right now, or I’ll call your brother.”

“He’s really sweet, and really funny.” Mya explained. “And I really like him.”

“Who asked who out?” Seungyoun repeated his question from earlier.

“We were kind of talking before I went into quarantine, and then he offered to take me out for a good meal as soon as I got out.” She explained.

“Woah, why are there search results for the two of you?” Yohan asked.

“He held your hand in public?” Hangyul screeched. “At an award show?”

“I was trying to climb onto a table in heels.” Mya said. “He was just helping me up.”

“Aw,” Yohan gave a cheeky grin. “He looks at you like a little puppy.”

“Yeah, because she’s practically naked in that picture.” Seungwoo frowned. “I am not happy about this.”

“I told you, didn’t I?” Mya asked. “I could have kept it a secret.”

“Yeah, but then we literally would have murdered you when we found out.” Hangyul crossed his arms.

“Well I’m happy for you, Mya.” Seungyoun chuckled.

“So am I. You guys look good together.” Yohan agreed.

They all looked to Hangyul and Seungwoo expectantly.

Seungwoo sighed. “I want to meet him.”

“Oppa, I-”

“No, I promised your brother I would look out for you, and even if we’re not in the same group anymore, I want to meet him.”

“We have to give him the big brother talk since your brother can’t be here to do it.” Hangyul agreed.

“Basically he doesn’t get to make out with you until-”

“What, you want to make out with him first?” Mya glared at Yohan. He was being very wishy-washy with who he was supporting in this.

“No.” He rolled his eyes.

“You’d better not be making out with anyone.” Seungwoo threw a balled up napkin at her.

“I’ll make out with whoever I want to.” Mya turned to Seungyoun. “Let’s go.”

“Not a chance.” He held up his hands. “I’m with you in this but if you try to kiss me, I’m out.”

“Fine, I will let you guys meet him.” Mya groaned. “But I pick where, and when. And you guys have to promise to be well-behaved and not mention anything about making out.”

“Yah, your Korean gets a lot better when you’re lecturing us.” Seungyoun teased.

“That’s it, I’m leaving.” Mya stood from the table.

“If you leave I can’t buy you ice cream.” Yohan reminded her.

She sat back down. “Fine. But I’m not happy about it.”

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