#im the greatest star no one appreciates you like I do

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey gorgeous,

Would you be up for some angst ?

Maybe his niece (rhaenyras younger sister) was always the negleted child and after sometime she gets to be known as one of the greatest targaryens (she claims cannibal and is a beast when it comes to fighting and being a ruler) and she comes to the last dinner before her father dies and sleeps with daemon (who previously in her childhood made her feel worthless)

And when she avoids him after, he goes to her and shes like:

-Just so you know, that meant nothing

-what if it meant everything to me?

-not my problem

All I Ever Wanted

Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Summary: The gods have weighed the scales, now you were only paying everyone their dues. It felt nice to hold the upper hand against your uncle for once.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: mentions/depictions of targcest (uncle and niece), fem!reader, mentions/allusions to sex, angst, bad fam relations, typos, etc.

A/N: idk im tired i hope you like it nonnie. i changed a bunch of stuff about the fic req so T_T i cant believe i managed to make it so long HAHHAHAHH Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony

Daemon could not believe it.

He could not believe that he woke up by himself.

He was soaking in his smugness, dripping with self-accomplishment and victory, eagerly rolling over to coo his musings of self-importance to his prey.

Yet you were gone.

And he did not understand it.

He did not appreciate the bile that was threatening to be regurgitated out of his pallet. A line grew between his brows as he ripped his blanket off. He roughly dressed himself in breeches and a shirt, then stormed out of this chambers.

Part of him was relieved to find you so quickly, another part was in pure offence to how nonchalant you acted in the gardens, eating a pear as you read a book.

"Skoro syt issi ao kesīr sīr early isse se ñāqatubis?" Daemon cut through your concentration on your page. You turned to him halfway through his sentence, full mouth slowing in its chewing.

"What do you mean 'why are you here so early in the morning', uncle?" you narrow your eyes, shaking the hanging foot from your crossed leg. The heavy, red velvet of your skirt barely moved at your actions.

Daemon walks over to you, unkempt long, platinum hair blowing with the morning breeze along with his loose shirt, "you should have woken up with me."

You watch him as he nears. When he reaches the bench you were sat upon, you bring your book to your lap, one hand in between the pages of where you stopped reading, "and why should I have done so, uncle?"

The tone in which you say this with simultaneously angers and excites Daemon. He adores a good challenge. You both know that.

The prince reaches out to your face, tilting your head up to him, "I'm not done with you, niece."

You roll your eyes. He chuckles as you stand.

You thoughtlessly discard the core of the fruit to the side and release your grip on your book in order to clamp it under your arm, "iksis ziry daor obvious bona iksan tetan lēda ao?"

Daemon stills. He watches as you, his sweet little niece, defiantly staring at him. You spat such words as 'is it not obvious that I am finished with you?' to him? Your uncle? Your star? He who you viewed as holy as the Seven you were so devout to? No. This surely was a jest. A game of cat and mouse.

Daemon's lips curve into a lopsided grin. He opens his mouth to join in the banter, and yet he was not given an opportunity to speak.

"I will leave now, since you're clearly persistent to bother me," you coldly say, moving past him in all audacity.

A scoff actually leaves him because of this. He catches your arm, lowly and dryly chuckling, "rūda lēda aōha tymptir, byka genes."

Quit with your game, little mouse.

"I'm not playing, and I'm not a mouse," you snip, pulling your arm out of his grip.

Now you were both looking at each other with furrowed brows, equally long and light air wafting with the wind.

"I got what I wanted from you, Daemon."

You word this so plainly, so carelessly, and yet it pokes at him, makes his insides churn.

"I've scratched my itch. I've satiated my curiously," you release the tension between your brows to contort your face into scorn, "I've unraveled you, and found you're just another man-- greedy, self-absorbed, and cannot show for all the talk they give."

Daemon scoffs, eyes narrowing. He steps closer, raising his nose as he lets your words get under his skin, "it is too early to toy with me like this."

The eyeroll you give strikes a chord in him as you mutter, "ah, kepus, ao sagon getting uēpa. Ȳdra daor ao jiōragon ziry?" Oh, uncle, you're getting old. Don't you get it? The hardness in his face falters when you continue, "there's no game between us. There's nothing."

Daemon pulls his head back. No. That's not you.

You slowly shake you're head, ratifying, "Iksan gaomagon lēda ao."

I'm done with you.

But who were you?

Last night, the young girl he used to braid the hair of burst into the hall, uninvited, with purpose. His decaying brother, Viserys, and the Hightower bitch was shocked, even your sister, Rhaenyra, was. Daemon, though, was amused by the the theatrics and whispered this your ear, telling you that you copied him.

It was clear when you replied, "except I was not exiled, uncle. I left and returned on my own will. Something you have never done and never will," that you were not that little girl anymore.

He watched you as you moved, as you carried yourself in the room with not a hint of reluctance. You came as... a woman. A woman.

His breath caught in his lungs as you recounted your stories with your beloved Cannibal, much to the aghast looks of others. He was not one of those who laughed at the notion your frailer version gave of claiming the dragon, and yet still, he could hardly believe the words that you surely uttered by your bitten lips himself.

Oh, your lips that then mused more private stories for his ears only later that night, your lips that he then took between his teeth even later, and that he then made to call out his name in the early mornings.

Who were you now?

That woman was not here. You were not the warrior that claimed the dragon, the vixen that clamed his soul, and, sure by the gods, not the little girl that claimed all eagerness to please everyone around her.

Who were you, you who was looking down at him, as though it was not he that read you bedtime stories, he that gave you treats under the banquet table, he that make you come undone beneath him last night?

How dare you discard him?

Daemon regains his gall, "I'm not done with you, niece."

You don't even look at him when you say, "I don't care," and walk away with that stupid book in your hands.

His nostrils flare. "Don't you fucking walk away from me," he quips, unwilling to chase, unwilling to bend or beg.

He watches as you make your way farther.

Against himself, in a brand of desperation, he hastens after you, grabbing your arm, pulling you back to face him. He heaves at your idle gaze, "you've worn my patience."

"It's only fair," you purse your lips, "you worn my time for nothing."

One of Daemon's eyes twitches.

"Bullshit," he chuckles.

You shrug and it enrages him.

It is bullshit and you both know it. And yet somehow, he's beaten to the punch again. He's left defenseless before his little niece and it's ripping at his seams.

"I honestly expected more from you, uncle," you pout, "but then again, I only thought so highly of you because I was a naïve child, just like you said I was all those years ago."

Daemon could not even respond as you hypnotize him by pushing his hair behind his ear, "I've met many men whilst my travels with Cannibal. Though I did appreciate your company, I'm sure you'd agree last night was as lack lustre as it was for me, right, uncle? Since you'd had a great many women yourself."

He watches you as you lean in. He can see the sheen, smell the remnants of pear on your mouth.

This was a trap. There was no real answer. He's been choked. You knew this. And now your lips were curving up.

"Your mind games don't work on me, child," Daemon finally gets to speak.

You laugh outright. You grab his arm as you sigh, "what? Is it so scary to reply to my words you evaded the question altogether?"

In another world, he'd have gone red faced at your words, but no, your mind games don't work on him.

But, oh, it does.

You got him piping like a kettle.

"Just so we're perfectly clear, uncle, so that I am certain we're on the same page," you clutch your book into your chest, "know, that everything, last night, meant nothing to me."

He speaks before he thinks. He can't even hate himself for it because he speaks like he can't even hear himself, "what if it meant everything to me?"

You knit your brows. You scoff out a chuckle, "now who's playing, Daemon?"

His breath audibly hitches. You hear it. You smile, "that's not really my problem, now is it?"

You horribly, so, so gently rub the pad of your thumb on his lips. He freezes as you turn back. Daemon watches you walk away for the second time. This time, he does not run after.

#daemon fanfic #daemon angst #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon x reader #daemon x you #house of the tragon fanfic #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x you #daemon targaryen #daemon smut #daemon #daemon fic #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd fanfic #daemon targaryen smut #daemon targaryen angst #hotd angst #daemon x targaryen!reader

[t0ast-ghost]

S2 Episode 8 (I, Mudd) Garfield guess who’s here? Please tell me it’s not Mudd. It’s Mudd.

Commence:

- Why are him and Spock just walking the halls together. If I was the crew I’d be going livid, like get this: there’s these two men who are head of the science and medical staff on the ship and they fucking hate each other, they fight all over the ship constantly and you’ve seen them at odds a gazillion times. One day you’re walking the halls to get to your station and you just see them walking together, talking normally, and one of them is even smiling in a sort of fond way. My jaw would drop honestly

- They’re already fighting.. it took less than 30 seconds

- This guy’s on a mission! I wonder who he could be?

- “Mr. Spock we seem to be taking an unscheduled ride” “Interesting.” Spock does not give a fuck about your dramatics, Kirk

- Spock looks at the guy who stops Kirk and just thinks “fuck, McCoy was right.”

- LMAO the electronics in him look like smt from doctor who

- I love Uhura and Chekov almost bumping into the android

- oh god this guy again (Mudd)

- “Jamie boy.” That- that barely even makes sense

- Kirk what is that stance

- “And you’re all going to be here, uh, quite probably for the rest of your lives. *evil laugh*”Spock and McCoy are unconcerned

- Okay I think McCoy is just lording it over Spock that he was right

- Okay there’s a certain joviality that I appreciate to the back and forth of Mudd explaining and Kirk, McCoy, and Spock all interrupting

- this is the greatest line in all of Star Trek

- Kirk: Well, opinions?

Chekov: I think we’re in a lot of trouble

Kirk: That’s a great help, Mr. Chekov. Bones?

McCoy: Well, I think Mr. Chekov’s right. We are in a lot of trouble

Kirk: Spock? And if you say we’re in a lot of trouble…

Spock: We are.

Kirk then gets the most defeated look on his face

- Scotty coming in hot and cursing out Mudd

- CHEKOV DONT FUCK THE ANDROIDS

- Kirk is like an angry small dog

- “No, lord Mudd.” “Wuuut??” Good line delivery

- “How do you know so much?” “I asked them.” “Oh.” Wait wait wait, this is simple deduction. Deduction? Sherlock. Holmes and Watso? MCCOY AND SPOCK AS HOLMES AND WATSON!!! Oh wait Data and Geordi did that..

- “Now listen, Spock, you may be a wonderful science officer, but believe me you couldn’t sell fake patents to your mother!” “I fail to understand why I should care to induce my mother to purchase falsified patents.” I love this man

- The name is doctor practice. Mal practice.

- uhura no! WAIT UHURA YES IM SO PROUD. I love how happy they all are

- hi hello what the fuck is happening. What are they celebrating. How did Kirk convince McCoy and Scotty to do that?

- The androids flirting with Spock. Kirk and the rest have to dance whereas Spock is just causing drama “I love you. But I hate you.” “But we’re identical.” *blows up*

- They’re gonna paradox Norman

- WJAT

- Them imitating phasers takes the cake. I think if I ever show anyone an example episode it would be this one

- “he’s dead.” Damn no Jim. Second time Scotty’s ‘died’ this season

- This is like watching Shakespeare

- I would not be surprised if this episode was inspired by children playing make believe (honestly really genius and fun writing)

- Oooh they’re paradoxing him

- “I aM nOt prOgrAmMeD to reSpoNd in thAt aRea.” The fucking sass. Kirk has been spending too much time with Spock and Bones

- “Which I find eminently satisfactory, Doctor, for nowhere, am I so desperately needed as among a shipload of illogical humans.” Basically Spock loves them and there’s nowhere he’d rather be

- Kirk hates Mudd so much, it’s almost bitchy at this point

- Uhura’s wave to Mudd is so iconic and amazing

Okay one of my favourite episodes, if not my favourite actually. I loved more of the bridge crew interaction (no sulu☹️) especially getting to see Uhura, like I wanna talk more about her character but there’s so little that I’m just trying to pick up the crumbs.

Masterpost

Episode written by Stephen Kandel

#star trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #tos kirk #captain james kirk #tos spock #s'chn t'gai spock #spock #tos bones #tos mccoy #leonard bones mccoy #tos uhura #nyota uhura #tos chekov #pavel chekov #tos scotty #montgomery scott

[nonotternine]

a love letter from the Narrator to the reader

(Okay I’m posting it. It’s kind of long so I’ll put it under the cut, with a brief tag list at the end)

My dearest Reader, 

You truly are the pinnacle of beauty. Every day I look at you and ask the stars how they could have made something more divine than themselves, and every night I ponder what I have done to deserve you and what I must do to keep you. You are more than my muse, you are my love itself, my hope, and my heart. Without you, this world would be nothing. My stories ached for you before I found you. As exquisite as they are, they almost wane in comparison to your magnificence. 

How fortunate I am to have met you. I couldn’t bear to live in this world without you. You have shown me love and kindness beyond measure. You have blessed me with passion and prosperity for years to come. The bond we forged as narrator and reader strengthened me. Our connection is my greatest treasure. I know our fates are forever joined. 

And yet, as I write this letter, I gaze upon the poems you have never read. I yearn for you, dear Reader. You have given me insurmountable joy and left me with an aching want. Even when we’re together, I pine for you. I crave for the touch of your lips and my name spoken from your tongue in the same manner I speak yours. You hand me a mug of tea and I become drunk on the passing touch of your fingers against mine. We sit only inches apart and yet the space between us is so vast, to my heart we may as well be on opposite sides of the universe. When you are with me, I couldn’t feel farther away. 

It is only in my dreams that we are truly together. For in my dreams, you share the same feelings as I. We dance under the moonlight and I tell you I will love you as long as the stars burn in the sky. It is in my dreams that you fall asleep to me running my fingers through your hair, whispering the sweet story of our freedom. Our happily ever after. 

I wake up knowing that these dreams are wishes. They are unfulfilled longings made only real by my writing. And so I write our stories, these saccharine tales in which you hold your hands in mine and kiss me softly underneath the stars of a universe that has not kept us apart. You tell me that we are together, and we always will be. You promise me that you will never leave. You say you love me, in the same manner of the word as I, you. 

It is transient, but for a moment, I believe you. I lift my pen from the paper and I am once again faced with the reality that you have promised me no such love. There is only one thin apartment wall and a universe between us. 

Perhaps one day, I will tell you this. Perhaps then you will love me in the nature I so covet. Until then, I suppose all I can do is yearn. 

Yours sincerely, 

The Narrator

OKAY WHEW IM ACTUALLY POSTING THIS!!!

Everyone please a big thank you to my beta reader, @vellichorom for being my beta reader and giving me the courage to actually post this. They made this process so much easier and seriously relieved a lot of my anxiety.

I would also like to thank @give-soup-please for offering to beta as well! Part of the reason I’ve decided to just go ahead and post this is because I want to do it before I chicken out. Any advice or critique you may have for me is seriously appreciated!! I love your work and I take so much inspiration from you so thank you so much!!

And lastly I’d like to thank @continentalblue​ for posting about tspud and effectively getting me into it. This letter is only a very small piece of what I’ve written, but something about the Narrator has me writing like crazy, which is a wonderful feeling.

#bro this is the first time ive posted a fic in LITERAL YEARS #but its happening!!! hello everyone!!! #i hope me thanking everyone that helped wasn't too cheesy. it's just they are all very important and I'm super grateful to them!! <3 #okay ill stop talking. roll the tags! #tspud #tsp #the stanley parable #the stanley parable: ultra deluxe #tsp narrator x reader #tspud narrator x reader #tspud the narrator #tsp the narrator #tspud narrator #also disclaimer this was originally part of a bigger WIP so some of what the narrator says are not examples of healthy boundaries #he's traumatized yall!! he's lonely and clingy and touchstarved!!! #okay. here goes

[arkiwii]

Little prompt I wrote after Lone Trail. Silence's new life is a huge change to her, and it's something that impacts me a lot in her character. There's normally no spoilers other what is said in her alter's files. I wrote it at the first person, from Silence's point of view. I post it here completely because it's short, so it's alright.

I cried writing this so I hope everyone will cry equally, or else im a little wussy baby

"Just a dance"

Flashes of light and deafening noises took away my senses. It took me more than a minute to get used to the new environment behind the door. I knew I could not turn away or hide myself. Silent as my name, I now became the center of their conversation, the rising star they look up to.

Dressed in a way too luxurious black dress, I stepped carefully in the big hall. At my side, Saria was here, equally beautifully dressed. Many faces looked at us, different expressions, joyous greetings, and I replied to each of them individually, a forced smile on my face.

I could smell the alcohol, the perfume, as an orchestra concert added to the cacophony. Yet, I never had been one to enjoy attending parties.

It was now a common occurrence. On special occasions, me and Saria needed to attend these celebrations, as the representative of Rhine Lab. We could decline them, surely, but for our image, and to get the chance to create links and give birth to interesting collaborations and projects with other companies, we had to. It was not pleasing, and neither of us enjoyed it. Well, surely Saria has more experience - but me, I used to be nothing but a researcher.

I can't recall how long I spoke. It felt like words flowed from my mouth without ceasing. Many different voices, many new faces, a flow of questions, I had to keep up. I could feel my throat getting dry, and my chest vibrating from my voice. Drinks were turned down, worries were dismissed, my image had remained flawless.

Sometimes, I ask myself if I appreciate my new life. Working as the executive advisor of Component Control, as well as Rhine Lab's representative on the Scientific Ethics Consensus Committee, is… Different. This is not a simple work as a researcher like I used to. This is no longer a matter of entering a laboratory only for results to leave.

There are times where I wonder if I am suited for this. Shy, introverted, social interactions are always the greatest of difficulties to me. Crowds scare me, eyes on me make me feel heavy.

These waters are brand new. And it was an ocean. One I stepped in, voluntarily. I was - no, I still am afraid. I feel like I have no idea where I was heading to. But I continued to step forward, deeper and deeper in the waters. Without looking behind.

I can not look behind. I must face the future. For Rhine Lab, for Trimounts, for Columbia. For science as a whole. Because, if I did not, if it was not me, maybe it would have been someone else, maybe it would never have happened. Limits would have continued being pushed, lives would have been taken away again and again, morality and ethics broken. I am the only one suited for this.

More than once I wanted to break down.

"Would you like to dance?"

But I never did.

I took her hand. I thought that perhaps, a moment to take my soul away would do me good. I never had been a great dancer, so I let Saria take the lead. Her face remained neutral, her eyes fixed on mine. Yet I could still find comfort in this never changing person.

It felt as if the world around us faded away. It was only us, for this moment, alone. Addictive. I did not want it to stop. On the left, on the right, my arms around her neck, her hands on my waist. No words were told from the moment I accepted her invitation. We did not need them.

I understood why I kept going. It's because she's here. She has been my lighthouse, from the very first moment we met. I am where I am today, thanks to her. Because I followed her steps, I looked up to her, I wanted to be like her. Stronger, able to protect those I care, able to step forward to the future. And despite the never constant chances in my life, she remained the same as ever, familiar, comforting.

It hurts to say that I need her. But I know she needs me equally.

I closed my eyes. I let her steps, her movements guide me. Even in the pitch darkness, I could still see the light.

It was just a dance, to the outside view.

But it was the world, to me.

#I suppose we can say there's Sariasil content but #it's up to how you want to see it #based on this sentence in her files #“So Saria is indispensable. To both Rhine Lab and me.” #arknights #stalkiwific #olivia silence #saria

[heliads]

hi! idk if you still do newsies requests, and if not thats ok, but if so do you think you could write one with a fem reader with either jack, race, or davey as the love interest? im a sucker for the stories where the boy accidentally says something that could be perceived as hurtful and the reader takes out of context and the love interest has to make it up to her and comfort her. if you decide to do this i’ll give you the freedom to go wherever you want to with this and i get it if you don’t want to :)

no pls i always do newsies reqs. anything for my boys.

masterlist

Thinking about this moment, you realize that this might be the happiest you’ve ever been in your life. It’s hard to appreciate life while you’re still living it, like rose-tinted glasses only exist when you’ve started missing what you should have loved while you were going through it, but right now, you’re beating the odds. This is good, and you still have it to treasure in the palm of your hand.

Still, even the knowledge that what you have is good still stings, in a way. You’re catching at the golden grains of sand even as they fall down the hourglass. You can stretch these blessed few hours out for as long as you can, but eventually, they’ll end. Some part of you wants to play God until the end of time, to reach out and tie everything down, but everyone leaves eventually.

As of right now, though, this doesn’t include the boy next to you. Jack Kelly is special, the kind of boy who only appears once in a person’s life, blooming as bright as a forest fire before he disappears without a trace. Right now, he’s yours for the taking, but he could be gone as soon as tomorrow.

The two of you are curled into a fire escape landing really only meant for one person, a hazy tangle of stretched limbs and worn clothes. Tomorrow, your legs will cramp up from the knot they’re in, but you can pretend you don’t notice it now. You and Jack have been watching the sun cross the horizon, reveling in the glory of not having to work at the moment.

You cast a quick glance his way, letting your gaze rove over his messy head of dark curls. They pour like water over his eyes, shading out his normally bright stare. It must be the artist in him, but you swear that he always seems hyper aware of just about everything, like he could find you in a crowd of millions or spot the one person who needs him the most. At the moment, it’s you, but again, your best strokes of luck could change in a moment.

Truth be told, you’re afraid for when this will end. Jack has been your closest friend for a long time now, although you developed feelings for him a while back. He’ll never feel the same way, obviously, because one cost of knowing all of Jack’s secrets backwards and forwards is that you’ve had plenty of time to hear about all the times he couldn’t care less about the various girls who make Manhattan their home. Jack could have a supermodel asking for a date, and he wouldn’t give her a second of his attention if he didn’t feel like it.

That should mean that days like this, when you’re able to share his afternoons, should mean more than usual, but even being the brightest star in his line of sight still isn’t enough for you. You don’t just want his attention as a friend, you want his love. You want your fingers curled around his heart, you want to know that he is yours, now and forever.

The only problem is that Jack refuses to let himself be tied down. He’s restless, constantly searching for a way to get out, out of the streets, sometimes even out of the city. You’re certainly grateful that he’s here, but you’ve heard the way he talks about Santa Fe like it’s the greatest dream to ever bless his head. Someday, even you won’t be enough to stop him from going, and you’ll have to live with that absence for the rest of your days.

For this afternoon, for this month, for even this year, though, he is here with you, and that means everything. For a few blessed moments, you can convince yourself that this is going to last forever, and that’s enough for you.

Jack looks at you now, the corners of his lips tugging up in something like self-consciousness. He’s usually confident, the boy who could be yours, always walking around the other newsies like he’s never doubted himself for a second. You’ve been able to learn the difference over the course of the past couple months. Witnessing the moment his facade breaks down is stunning, and the first time you saw it you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

By now, you’ve learned that the difference in him is normal, that he likes to pretend he’s something more just to make sure none of the other boys have to worry about themselves half as much as he does. You’re not sure why Jack thinks it’s okay to let down his guard around you, only that you’re glad to see it, and not just because it gives you a false hope that he could feel the same way about you as you do about him.

Jack rubs the back of his head, further mussing up his hair. “What?”

You repeat the question right back at him. “What?”

Jack makes a face. “You were looking at me. Do I have something on my face?”

The way he says it, so full of fear that you’d think he was worried about a deadly serpent instead of a smudge of dirt, makes you laugh. “No, you’re fine. Besides, you’ve literally never worried about that before.”

Jack rolls his eyes. “Well, excuse me for wanting to look my best. Some of us have standards.”

You arch a brow. “Does that mean I don’t?”

Jack gestures at the haphazard mess of limbs, the aftereffects of both of you trying to cram yourselves into this narrow fire escape. “It’s incredibly improper for you to be up here with a boy, you know. Who knows what could happen?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “I live in a house with thirty other boys. Also, we’ve been cloudwatching. The only thing that’s happened is that you’ve come close to falling asleep four times now.”

Jack frowns. “That’s so wrong. Maybe two times at most. I am very invested in these clouds.”

You chuckle. “Of course, I should have known.”

Jack’s eyes flash to you again, lingering on the tilt of your chin as you laugh. You wonder if he’s mapping you out in his head, tracing where he’d draw the shadows on your face. Regardless, it takes him quite a long time to manage to drag his eyes away once more.

“Listen, Y/N, I was thinking–”

Whatever Jack was thinking, he’s cut off by the sound of someone shouting his name from inside the Lodging House. He makes a face, and you swear you can watch his usual confident exterior wrap back around him like a shell, protecting him from having to take a single thing seriously again. Jack tries to ignore the summons in the hopes that the caller will go away, but when his name is yelled again, he groans and starts to stand up.

“One of the boys probably twisted an ankle again, I bet. Either that or Race dropped his box of cigars between the wall and his bed and thinks someone stole it. I’ll be back soon.”

You nod, and watch as Jack grabs his cap from where it’s long since fallen from his head. He disappears back inside, then pops back out again just as quickly, looking oddly panicked.

“You’ll wait for me, right? I swear, I’ll wrap this up as soon as I can, but I really need to talk to you. You’re going to be here when I come back?”

You give him your best attempt at a reassuring grin. “This is the only place in the entire Lodging House where I can actually be alone for once. Trust me, I’ll be right here.”

Jack grins, clearly relieved. “Ok, great.”

He heads back inside, and you’re left wondering what Jack could possibly have to say that would be so important he’d have to check and make sure you’d still be here. Usually, he seems to take your presence for granted, but not today. Interesting.

You’re a little too curious for your own good, so after a couple of minutes pass and Jack isn’t back yet, you decide to creep inside the Lodging House and see if you can find out what was so important that he’d have to dash away for a while in the midst of his seemingly crucial conversation.

You climb back through the window, and after padding down the hallway for a few meters, hear the sound of voices coming from a nearby room. You know that eavesdropping is rude, but you hear your name tossed back and forth between the few assembled newsies, and you know you have to listen.

Albert is talking to Jack, you think, with maybe Jojo and Race there too. “Hey, we’se not saying anything. We just want to know what’s going on.”

Jack sounds frustrated. “Nothing, alright? Nothing’s going on. We’se just talking.”

Jojo interrupts. “Oh, ‘cause that’s totally true. You’ve been out there with her for hours. That’s not nothing.”

You have a feeling they’re talking about you, the afternoon spent out on the fire escape. Some part of you wants to know Jack’s take on the matter, so you lean closer. He doesn’t disappoint, either, and speaks up soon enough.

“Like I said, it’s nothing. Y/N’s just a friend, if that. Stop trying to look into things if there’s nothing there.”

You feel your stomach drop as he says it. Thankfully, Race seems to want clarification, which saves you from the trouble of having to burst in there yourself.

“What do you mean, ‘if that?’ Why would you guys be anything other than friends? Unless, uh–”

Jack cuts him off hurriedly. “Nothing like that, Racer. Get your head out of the gutter, kid. All I mean is that, well, it’s like we talked about the other day, right? Sometimes people have different expectations for what they mean to somebody, and sometimes they’re wrong. It’s like that.”

All of a sudden, you think you’ve heard enough. Not only does Jack know how you feel, he doesn’t feel remotely the same way. You feel sick to your stomach. How could you have thought that he’d even want to love you, he scarcely even thinks of you as a friend? 

You slip back down the hall, but this time, you don’t return to the fire escape. Let Jack head back there, feeling all victorious for tricking you yet again. You hope he happens upon that empty space of iron railings, you hope the pleasure gushes from him and leaves him feeling half as useless as you do. You don’t want to see him anymore, and you certainly don’t want any more of his conversation. Jack can keep his secrets, and you’ll keep the last of your pride. He can’t have any more of it.

In the end, you don’t know how Jack reacts. You do your best to avoid him, which is fairly easy with the number of newsies crammed into the Lodging House growing by the day. You can eat your meals at different times, sell your papes in different places with different partners, and stop seeking him out as you once did. All the while, you nurse your broken heart like a shattered bone, and no matter how few times you see Jack’s face, the hurt of it all still threatens to kill.

It won’t last forever, but you still weave this protective shroud of solitude about your shoulders, pretending it brings you warmth so you can at least feel something other than devastating chill. You can’t believe Jack would say such a thing, which makes it all the worse. It seems as if both of you have been recently disappointed by the other. 

Despite this, Jack takes it upon himself to track you down after a week and a half of your supposed exile. You thought you were doing a good job of losing him, and then you round a street corner only to see him bearing down on you. You try to double back and lose him, but it’s too late by now. He’s seen you. 

Jack jogs up to you, slinging an arm around your shoulders partially as a friendly gesture and also to make sure that you can’t run anymore. “There you are, Y/N. It’s funny, I almost thought you were avoiding me.”

He casts you a sharp look as he says this, daring you to confirm his suspicions. You just shrug. 

“It’s a big city, Jack. It’s not impossible to go a day or two without seeing you.”

A furrow deepens in Jack’s brow. “See, that’s what I thought at first, but it’s been a week. Big city or no, I would have run into you at some point before today.”

When you refuse to elaborate further, he sighs. “Look, I just want to know what’s wrong. When I came back to that fire escape and found you missing, I assumed the worst. Can you at least tell me what’s going on?”

You waver, but cave under the force of Jack’s beseeching stare. You’ve never been able to hide anything from your friend, apparently not even your feelings for him. 

“I was going to wait on the fire escape, but I went inside briefly. I came in just in time to hear you talking about how I didn’t mean as much to you as some of the boys thought.”

A dawning look of horror is growing on Jack’s face. Rather than bear witness to it any longer, you shake loose his arm and take a few quick steps away. 

Jack shakes his head hurriedly. “That’s not what it was like at all, I swear. I would never say something like that.”

You fold your arms across your chest, doubtful. “Then what was it like?”

Jack rakes a hand through his hair. “The boys were confronting me about you again. They have all these crazy ideas about how I feel about you, and I didn’t want them spreading rumors that weren’t true, so I tried to shut them down. Looks like I was a little more overbearing than I needed, huh?”

Jack tries for a weak laugh, but you don’t join in. Instead, you’re just disappointed. Sure, at least you know that Jack doesn’t hate you, but you’re just back to square one of him not loving you. 

“Why did the boys want to confront you about me? Has this happened before?”

Jack looks oddly nervous. “What? Oh, uh, no. Never. Why do you ask?”

This makes you more curious. “You said they were confronting you again. Like they’d talked to you about me before. Why?”

Now it’s Jack’s turn to quail beneath your inquisitive gaze, and like you, he’s unable to withhold the details. 

“They think I like you,” he mutters under his breath, “they have for a while. Not sure why, of course, but—”

A slow smile is growing on your face. “And do you? Like me, that is.”

Jack looks away frantically, but no rescue is in sight. At last, he sighs, and nods slowly. “Yeah, I do. And you’d better not say a word to the other boys, because they’ll never let it go.”

You laugh. “Why would I say a thing to the other boys? Unless we wanted to, of course.”

Jack squints at you. “Wait, ‘we?’ Does that mean that you like me too?”

“Of course I do,” you say, “Have for a while, actually. That’s why I thought you were having that conversation in the first place, because you had to convince the boys that even if I was crushing on you, you didn’t feel the same.”

Jack stares at you for a moment, as if processing the whole conversation. All of a sudden, his face splits with a breathtaking grin. “Shoot, you like me. We should have talked about this earlier.”

You arch a brow. “Why, what would you have done differently?”

Jack looks oddly proud of himself, and seconds later, you figure out why. “This.”

When he kisses you, it feels perfect. Not too rushed or too slow, just the perfect conclusion, the one the two of you have been rushing towards perhaps since the moment you met. It is you and Jack until forever, and you couldn’t ask for anything else. 

newsies tag list: @lovesanimals0000, @misguidedswagger, @thatfangirl42, @amortensie

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[cosmics-beings]

posting twitter thoughts here - again.

You know, I really do think that Starscream deserved better idw and to have an actual, fleshed out redemption arc that gave him respect. Idw had such an amazing opportunity to expand on him because it expanded on other evil, later turned morally grey/good characters. Especially Megatron, but I just don’t understand why Starscream didn’t get that same love and depth.

Part of me thinks its because the writers, like  a lot of people were just stuck on the fact that Starscream himself is an incompetent leader that doesn’t deserve redemption because he will always be evil and unstrustworth. And that REALLY sucks because a.) other continuums have shown us otherwise and b.) in idw where so many characters got to have better written nuance and unique characterization that subverted what we believed their intentions were, how come Starscream couldn’t have that?

I think it was 100% possible, the writers didn’t want to commit to it. I am not saying that he had to be redeemed or made into this innocent, flawless person. By all means, keep him flawed, make him struggle with what is right and wrong, but actually give him growth. Make him be the leader that he imo deserved to be, but also make him prove it and show us that he can be a great leader.

And I would’ve loved for him midway to find out that prophecy was bogus – which to be fair he thought it was, but actually develop as idk a good leader and a decent person.

A lot of people say his sacrifice was his ultimate redemption and yeah—but I also think he deserved better. I think we deserved to see him be redeemed and get an actual character change where he isn’t written as an unapproachable idiot who is just determined to being evil and pushes people away. Any by change i mean someone who is just like, a better leader and a better perosn. Still make him sly, still make him have questionable thoughts, make him tricky and wicked - but like also make him have an actual narrative where he changes, where he leads, where he is good when he's supposed to be and more importably is a loved and appreciated leader because he cares.

What would've been great too is that when optimus talked shit about stascream to windblade, starscream completely subverted most of what optimus said to her and she saw that he was actually struggling and growing to be a good person and she helped him with it and they actually became really good friends and she vouched for him, same with bumblebee.

like yeah he isn't 100% goood but he changes.

Starscream’s greatest enemy in idw was the writing because from the trial (which made starscream a joke) to his ending they didn’t really know how to handle him. And I think writing him as an incompetent leader and not giving him and clear nuance outside of him being morally ambiguous but actually a shit, and not giving him the same amount of redemption care and arc as megatron got is just unfair to his character.

Its why, as much as I love IDW and what it does for other characters I think I hate what it does to him. But it sucks because idw star is my fave.

i get 'not everyone has to be redeemed' and that's true, but also when you have a character that has been through a lot and the writing is possible because it HAS happened before, and other characters who have done far worse than and to that character get redemption, then what's so wrong with that?

and it goes without being said but no im not excusing starscream's actions or acting like he's an innocent person. i just wish he got the same redemption arc quality/writing as megatron did. and i dont even dislike that megatron got a redemption arc, for all that happened to him i think he deserved one, but why not starscream?

#starscream #transformers #this is why it's also hard for me to read the lost light without feeling somewhat bitter #because like i kinda wish starscream got THAT type of writing and care #and he didn't #because the writers at the end of the day were determined to make him very one dimensional #like make him cersei but if she was good but still has her personality #that's basically margery

[darlin-djarin]

Lowkey hate Kallus’ redemption tbh. It’s clear they weren’t intending to redeem him at the beginning and the clunky retcons required to make it work are just… tone deaf, tbh. “You can’t judge all Lasats as the same” “What about all Imperials” and Zeb doesn’t point out how stupid the logic is like bro just pulled a Blue Lives Matter and you don’t have an answer to that???? Also like. This dude bragged about personally massacring Zeb’s people and now he’s like “just kidding?” Come on now. I mean Star Wars has done worse but still

BRO JUST PULLED A BLUE LIVES MATTER HEKP 😭😭😭💀💀 IM HOLDING BSCK TEARS oh god. you do definitely have a point. i’ve seen many people say his redemption was the best in star wars and i couldn’t really say anything then bc i hadn’t watched it. even now, i can’t really say anything bc i haven’t gotten much past that episode but i do definitely agree that kallus’ reasonings were kinda off, and clearly his thinking isn’t the greatest when it comes to that. STILL, i appreciate the fact that he IS getting a redemption, even as a facist, bc everyone deserves to get a second chance and fix things etc etc yada yada all that jazz. maybe not a well executed redemption (idk yet, we’ll see) but a redemption nonetheless. i still dislike how much he bragged about the massacres and he absolutely does not need to be forgiven for what he’s done but it’s good that he’s starting to see through the empire’s lies and it’s good he’s starting to make an effort anyway. i’ve only seen one other person hate on kallus’ redemption before, and again, i didn’t really have an opinion then. i’ll probably come back to this once i finish up rebels though. 🤷‍♂️ slightly questionable on the authors’ part.

#star wars #star wars rebels #alexsandr kallus #zeb orrelios #oil. #olly liveblogs

[thelibraryofalexandriastillburns]

i’m not super great at expressing opinions online but here goes:

in honour of doctor coming back to the bbc proms after 11 long long (hehehe long song) years, here are the songs i would like to be played and the songs that need to be left off

✅ Good songs:

The Doctor’s Theme (i’m partial to the s4 one but the s1 would be nice too)

Any companion’s theme (honestly every if they can fit it, but if they can’t, priority to Clara, Bill, Yaz, and Ruby)

Doomsday (ideally it wouldn’t be played but it makes me feral so it’s here)

All the Strange, Strange Creatures

This is Gallifrey: Our Childhood. Our Home

Song of Captivity and Freedom

Anything to do with River Song (Extra points for The Greatest Story Never Told or The Wedding of River Song)

The Rings of Akhaten arrangement (it’s got Infinite Potential and The Long Song both of which i love but it’s already been played so i’m not hoping too hard for it)

Some Dalek action (either Gold’s or Akinola’s theme or both? both is good)

anything from 12’s era forward

A Good Man?

(The Majestic Tale Of) An Idiot with a Box (the reference to I am the Doctor but mixed in with Twelve’s theme is delicious)

The Shepherd’s Boy (this is a need)

SEASON 10 (i need it like oxygennnnnn)

I’d Hoped There’d Be Stars

Where There’s Tears, There’s Hope

(I am) A Good Man

anything from 13’s era (it will be extremely unfair if they don’t include any of Segun Akinola’s work, it was good)

Thirteen

CyberMasters (Akinola’s Cyberman Theme)

Fifteen

The Goblin Song (i’m not a fan of it but i’m sure it’s going to be there so meh)

A Classic Who suite if there’s time

Obviously the new Doctor Who Theme song (i can’t remember if this is the one with the middle 8 i like but it doesn’t matter)

❌ Bad songs

most of the soundtracks pre-2015 (basically 9, 10, and 11’s eras except for the ones mentioned above )

The Doctor Forever (i’m sorry it’s good but unless it’s in a mashup then it’s taking a space from something that deserves it more)

I am the Doctor and variations thereupon (yes that means Words Win Wars and the Twice Upon a Time version too, im sorry we’ve heard it live so many times, it gives me traumatic flashbacks because of how much it’s used and other tracks need a chance)

Vale Decem (i’ll allow it if they do a suite with the regeneration themes of other doctors)

The Mad/Sad Man with a Box (yes both of those, lovely but already had their time)

This is everything i can think of off the top of my head but i will add stuff as it comes to me. Feel free to recommend more tracks to me, i’m still trying to get through them all. Feedback is highly appreciated, even if it’s just to be like, “hey aura what the hell are you talking about?” ❤️

#yes i know it’s long i’m really passionate about the soundtrack and the proms #doctor who #doctor who soundtrack #murray gold #segun akinola #doctor who at the proms #bbc proms #tv soundtrack #tv music #singing the tune without the words

[atlabeth]

transferred part twelve - atla smau

masterlist | part eleven | part thirteen

this takes place about 2 weeks after the last chapter

summary: trying to run from your past is hard, but falling for your brother’s roommate is even harder. little do you know that he’s falling for you as well. 

wc: 3.6k 

a/n: i’ve been writing bits and pieces of this since the start of this series so. enjoy. that’s all im gonna say lmao 

warning(s): cursing, mentions of familial death, mentions of abuse, some angst but also some fluff. this is kind of a heavy chapter because both zuko and y/n talk about their past, but there is fluff at the end. 

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You pushed your hair out of your face and tried to blink the sleep out of your eyes, catching a glimpse of the time on the corner of your laptop. 

3:23 AM. 

You should’ve been asleep a long time ago, but all of your professors had decided to schedule tests in the same week so it was one of many, many late nights you had had lately. You thought that they would cool down because midterms were coming up, but BSSU professors kept proving you wrong. Late nights like these were becoming a regular occasion, and right now you just needed a break. 

The tea dates with Zuko were the only things keeping you sane. But could you even call them dates? 

It was the two of you, together, sitting and talking over tea for hours, and they were happening multiple times a week. In fact, you and him had gotten tea together exactly 9 times in the past two weeks — and that wasn’t even counting all the talking during your shared shifts. 

Katara, Suki, and Toph told you that they were dates, you wanted them to be dates, but there was a part of you that was so incredibly scared that you were wrong — that moving past that bridge would ruin the friendship that you cherished so much with Zuko — that you kept things solely platonic. No matter how much you wanted to kiss him every time he gave you that smile. 

But thinking about the complicated relationship you had found yourself entangled in with Zuko wasn’t a break, no matter how many times you had pondered over it before falling asleep in the wee hours of the night. 

You closed your laptop and grabbed your jacket that had been carelessly tossed on a stool at the kitchen island, making sure to sneak out of the apartment as quietly as you could. You opted to work in the living room, choosing to camp out on the sofa whenever you had to stay up as late as this, just so you wouldn’t wake up Sokka. Your brother had no idea how much you did for him. 

The cool breeze hitting your face and the shining stars in the sky were a welcome change of scenery from the lifelessness that was your apartment at night and your computer screen that you were sure was going to cause you eye issues later in life with how bright it was. 

You took a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling the crisp night air, and started to walk. You were sure you looked like a mess. You were wearing some flannel pajama pants, a BSSU tank top, tennis shoes, and Zuko’s jacket.  He had never asked for it back after that night at the party, and when you had showed up to one of your hangouts wearing it, he told you that you could keep it — “it looks better on you anyways” — so you did. 

There was something calming about the atmosphere. You knew that a lot of women were anxious about going out at night, especially alone, but that was why you had taken self defense classes. Being friends with Suki was a self defense class in its own, and it was very much appreciated. You allowed yourself to get lost in your thoughts, trying to give yourself the break that you deserved, when the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. 

“You know, it’s not safe to be out alone at this hour.” 

You let out a scream at the unexpected voice and whirled around, your fists already up to defend yourself. When you saw who it was, you laughed, completely shocked, and hit your hands against your legs, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. 

“Holy shit, Zuko, you can’t just sneak up on someone like that!” you wheezed. You had no doubt that he only had good intentions, but for a second you thought someone was going to try and kill you. You had to admit, the scare was worth it to see the mix of horror and embarrassment on Zuko’s face.

“I’m so sorry!” His hands were held up placatingly in front of him and he let out a nervous laugh as well, but it did nothing to cover up the wide eyes he stared at you with. “I am so sorry, I didn’t even think about that. I- I was just up studying too, and I heard you leaving so I thought you could use some company- I swear, I wasn’t trying to scare you or anything!” 

You shook your head but couldn’t stop the smile on your lips, gesturing for him to come closer while you caught your breath. “It’s fine. Come on, walk with me.”

He fell into step beside you and the two of you walked in silence for a while, the only disruptions being the occasional car that drove by. It was eerily quiet, but with Zuko, it was nice. 

“So-”

“So-” 

Both of you laughed when you each interrupted the other, and when you motioned for Zuko to go first he shook his head. You paused for a moment, the question on the tip of your tongue, before you decided to take the plunge. 

“I’ve been wondering since I got here; how did you end up as friends with—” You gestured around with your hands. “—this whole crew? It’s kind of a weird combination of people, so I guess I just wanna know how you became a part of it.” 

Zuko sighed and ran a hand through his hair, causing your eyes to widen a little bit as a stammered apology came out. “You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to-” He gave you a tight smile and shook his head. 

“No, it’s fine. You should know about my life if— if we’re going to keep living together.” He knew the moment he met you, the moment he agreed to let you live with all of them, that he would have to explain his past to you. Hell, your siblings might have already told you some of it — he could only hope you’d still want to be his friend after he was done. 

“”I.. I wasn’t the best person in the past. I was a horrible person actually, and I consider myself extremely lucky that I was given so many chances to change. I hurt people. Bullied people. Got into fights just because I could. I was just- horrible is the only way to describe it. But your siblings, Toph, Aang? They were all people that decided to give me one of those chances, and they’re a huge reason that I am who I am today.” Zuko spoke slowly, and you could tell that this was something he didn’t open up to many people about. You smiled softly at him and nodded, letting him know that he could go on. 

“I don’t know how much you know about my father, but he’s the CEO of our family company. He’s been this huge presence in the business world for as long as I can remember, and he’s responsible for all the wealth and fame that our family has today. And when I was younger, I idolized him. I thought he was the greatest man in the world, that he could do no wrong, and I just followed him blindly. He was the most important person in my life, but.. I was nothing to him.” 

“He didn’t care about his friends, or- or his family, he only cared about power. My mother left when I was young, we haven’t heard a word from her since, and- and I don’t even know if he cared. My father would do whatever it took to become as powerful as he could, and that meant—” Zuko’s voice was getting louder and he cleared his throat, trying to keep his cool. There was a certain hollowness behind his eyes, and it tore you to pieces. “That meant hurting anyone that went against him. Including his children.”  

“I have a sister, Azula. She’s a prodigy in every sense of the word, and my father used it, used her. She was clearly his favorite, and it drove me insane. I mean, I did everything for his approval, but he only cared about Azula. We had a good relationship when we were younger, but my father molded her into the kind of person he wanted her to be, and— and I was jealous of her. He used that against us, purposefully staked the fire of our competition, one that I thought I could somehow win. But we had both already lost the second we started fighting against each other.” 

“It took me a long time to realize that.. that he was abusing us. I mean, he gave me this scar all because I spoke out of turn, and— and I still thought that I could earn his favor, that he deserved to earn my favor! He threw me out of the house when I was thirteen, and I went to live with my uncle. It took an even longer time, but with his help, and the support of your siblings and their friends, I was able to break the cycle. I was horrible to them at first, all of them, and I hated my father for what he did, but it was probably the thing that saved me.”  “And Azula.. leaving her will always be my biggest regret. My biggest mistake. I should’ve forced her to come with me when I was kicked out, I should’ve done something sooner, because maybe she wouldn’t have turned out the way she did.” He swallowed hard, his voice strained. “I came back for her once I was stable, and I helped her get out. I helped her get a therapist. It’s been a long process, but she’s getting better every day. But not a day goes by where I don’t think about what I could’ve done to help her more.”

You instinctively reached out for Zuko’s hand, and to your surprise, he took it without question. You gave his hand a small squeeze and led him over to a nearby bench — without realizing it, the two of you had entered a public park that was near the complex. When you sat down together, you moved so that one of your legs was crossed in front of you and the other was hanging down so you could face him. 

“Zuko.. I am so, so sorry. I don’t think any amount of apologies will be able to get how I feel across, but.. you didn’t deserve to go through that. No one deserves to go through that.” You took both of his hands, thankful for the warmth they provided. “Listen to me. Are you listening to me?” 

He gave a pained smile and nodded. “Yes, Y/N. I’m listening to you.” 

“You are not who you were in middle school. You are not who you were in high school. Okay? Your father is a horrible man, and you wouldn’t have done any of those things if it wasn’t for him. What you did when you were younger wasn’t okay, but the fact that you have so much remorse for it today proves that you’re a good person. Zuko, you are a good person, one of the best men that I’ve ever met in my life, and I’ve only known you for a few months.” 

You were subconsciously rubbing calming circles into the back of his hands —  hands that were still holding yours — while you talked, but it was all Zuko could think about.  “I know you feel guilty about leaving your sister, but you did what you had to do to get out. You came back for her, and you’ve helped her get better. She’s grateful for it, Zuko, I know that much.” 

“Everyone else has forgiven you,” you murmured, staring deep into the fire he held in his eyes. “You deserve to forgive yourself.”

The silence that passed while you gazed into each other’s eyes felt like it lasted an eternity, when really it was only about a minute. Zuko was the first to break it, clearing his throat and looking everywhere but at you as his words tumbled out. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to dump all of this on you at once.”

“It’s okay, Zuko, really. I understand; sometimes you just need to talk to somebody. You don’t know how much it means to me that you trusted me with all of that. And.. if we’re still baring our souls to each other, then I guess I have some things that you should know as well.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek; were you really about to tell Zuko about what happened? Most people knew that your mother was dead — killed in a drunk driving accident when you were ten — but you had never told anyone, not even your father or your siblings, about the full effect it had on you. But his eyes told you more than he ever could, and in that moment you knew it would be okay. You could trust him with something you had never trusted anyone else with.

“I’m sure you know that my mother died when I was young.” He nodded and you swallowed, trying to get rid of the sudden dryness in your throat. “It was.. hard. Really hard, on all of us. It was just so unexpected that we didn’t know what to do. We didn’t really have any money to spare, so my dad had to keep working, and I had to take care of Sokka and Katara. I was only eleven, but I basically had to take over the ‘mom’ role. Our grandmother came down to take care of us so we wouldn’t just be a bunch of kids living on our own, but even with her and Katara’s help, it was still hard. Sokka and Katara had to grow up much faster than they should’ve, even though I tried to shield them as much as I could.” 

“It was.. a lot. I won’t lie to you, it was a lot. Maybe too much.” A mirthless laugh hung in the air and you had to blink back the tears threatening to spring. “My mother was.. amazing. She was the only one who truly got me, you know? She was just this— this beautiful spirit in the world, and she brought light wherever she went. And when she died, it left this.. huge, gaping hole in my heart, one that I’m still trying to fill. I- I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to fill it. I thought as I got older it would be easier, but i-it’s not. The three of us joke around by calling Katara mom because of how she is, and they sometimes do it to me, and I know that’s all they are, jokes, but some part of it still hurts.” 

You were rambling now, spilling your soul to Zuko, going into the most mundane details that you had never told anyone. You had taken away the dam that had been holding back the waters of your emotions for so long, and now Zuko was going to drown in them. But you couldn’t stop.

“It’s the reason why I didn’t drive for so long. I didn’t want to, I was terrified of it because of what happened to my mother, but someone needed to be able to take Sokka and Katara around. And- and as I got older, and I started going to parties and people started drinking, I never did. I couldn’t, I was always the designated driver, because I couldn’t leave that in someone else’s hands. I had to be in control, because if I let someone go, then it was like I was killing my mother all over again, and it’s the reason why I always have to be the one driving—” 

You paused to take a deep breath, and as you looked down at your hands, you realized they were shaking. Not just your hands, but your entire body. What the hell were you doing? You let out a tearful laugh, covering your mouth with one hand and shaking your head. “God, I am so sorry, I— I don’t know what got into me.”

Zuko’s eyes never left yours, his own glassy, and he shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize. Like you said, it helps to tell someone. A-and— I know how you feel, what it’s like feeling like you have to give up the world for your siblings. But you have to take care of yourself too. You’re not just what you can give to other people. You are your own person.”

He was thankful that you trusted him enough to tell you something like this about yourself, something that your own blood didn’t even know, but it also made him realize that you had always trusted him. 

Your point about driving. You liked to be in control so that if something did go wrong, there wouldn’t be any thoughts of what you could’ve done. If something happened, it was because of you and only you. And on your first day of classes, and many trips since, you had let him drive. It was something so small, so insignificant to anyone, but to you it was a sign of trust. 

You trusted him. 

“You’re shivering.” Your voice snapped Zuko back to reality and he shrugged, the smallest smile playing on his lips. 

“I wouldn’t be if someone had given me my jacket back,” he joked. You elbowed him in the chest and stood up, holding out your hand for him to take to help him up as well. Zuko took it and you ignored the butterflies that erupted, setting a steady pace as the two of you walked. 

“We should get back to the apartment. It’s late, and you need to sleep,” you chided. 

“You have bags the size of baseballs under your eyes. I think you need sleep just as much as I do.” 

“I’m special,” you shot back with a grin.

Yeah, you are, Zuko thought. 

The walk back to the apartment was shrouded in comfortable silence and intertwined hands, something that neither of you made any move to change.

~~~~~~~~

Soon enough you had gotten back to your rooms — such a small apartment meant that they were right next to each other — and as you turned on your heel to face him, a shy smile played on your lips. “Thank you. For, uh- coming after me. For listening to me.” 

“Of course,” he nodded. The two of you stood in silence for a while, and then Zuko reached out his hand. Your breath caught in your throat as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and the close proximity combined with the surprisingly intimate act caused your cheeks to heat up once more. It was like you were caught in a trance.

Your gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips for just a moment, and you could’ve sworn that he did the same. The air between the two of you was crackling with unseen electricity, and before you could question yourself you were leaning forward. 

You felt him lean in as well as your eyes fluttered shut, and his lips ghosted over yours. Your eyes snapped open and you stared at him, your lips slightly parted in disbelief — he just kissed you. Zuko just kissed you. It was like time had stopped — and then it all came crashing down. His lips came back to yours with an intense fervor, cupping your face in his hands to get as close to you as possible.

It was bliss in the purest sense. You reciprocated immediately, tangling a hand in his dark hair, letting out a soft gasp as your back hit the wall. Despite how many times you had imagined this moment, nothing could compare to the real thing. It was passionate but gentle all the same, and the warmth that spread through your whole body was familiar — it was Zuko. 

Your mind was a jumbled mess. It was split a million different ways; one part suddenly very worried about how your hair looked, one hoping that Sokka and Aang couldn’t hear you, another that didn’t care, but most of them were just screaming about how oh my god you were kissing Zuko.

You knew your whole face was flushed when you finally pulled away, and the warmth of his lips lingered as the two of you stared at each other, breathing slightly labored. You tentatively reached out your hand and softly, carefully traced your finger over a part of his scar. He flinched at the contact instinctively, but you felt him relax and even lean into your touch. It meant more than you could ever say, especially knowing what you knew now. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured, your touch impossibly soft against the cracked skin of his scar. “And you’re stronger than anyone knows. Than you know.” 

You kissed him again, shorter and sweeter than the first but just as tender, trying to memorize the feeling of his lips against yours as he returned it. You smiled at him and pushed your door open behind you, equal parts nervous and exhilarated about what just happened. “Goodnight, Zuko,” you whispered, shining eyes never leaving his until you closed the door.  

As soon as you were in your room you turned around and leaned against the door, smiling to yourself like an idiot. Your hand ghosted over your cheek, the spot where his hands had been, and you sighed dreamily. You had no idea how you were going to be able to finish studying. 

This was definitely more than a small crush. 

~~~~~~~~~~

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[gaypeople4itzy]

Our universe together

Yeojin birthday scenario <3

Requested ? No

Genre : hints to angst + fluff

Word count : 3,5k

Soulmate Au

I absolutely wanted to write for Yeojin’s birthday and I tried to do as fast as I could hehe ! For our birthday girl (slightly late but technically, her birthday wasn’t over at all when i started this so), I hope you’ll appreciate this work !

Also know that it’s my first soulmate Au soo😭

Im Yeojin, well known idol, cherished by many and recognized for her natural talent, she's a born rising star, and since her debut along with her members, it seemed as if nothing was impossible for her. Between dance practices finished late at night with barely any energy left in her body, voice recording in an angelic tone, lives where she would let herself be a little bit, and overall moments shared between the people forming the group she's apart of, as tiring as it could be, one thing never left her mind through all those moments

It was a blurry thought, sometimes she couldn't even remember it fully, yet it drover her insane how stubborn those words were to stay in her mind for such a long period of time. She couldn't recall when she had first heard them or even when she started to understand the meaning behind it, it felt as if it was just something to be known. Weirdly enough, she didn't know, she didn't grasp the concept of it, people would talk about it as a daily matter, common knowledge for one in this universe, but she was quite confused

The mere explanations went like

"The universe will send you your soulmate when they well be needed, and it will only let them reveal themselves when the time has come that the ones bound together are ready. Those very signs will manifest on both of the people on the day of their birthday, meaning that they will come across on one of the person's special day, presenting themselves as the greatest gift one could ever wish for"

Or something along those lines

"Soulmates huh ?" She often asked herself, losing her mind while looking outside, wondering where that person could be as she was thinking just now, thinking of the odds of even meeting. Yeojin wasn't a particularly patient person, she kept it to herself most of the time though, too embarrassed to even consider mentioning it to her dear friends who only wanted the best for the youngest among them

She was happy already, of course she was, surrounded by the sweetest people the world had to offer as well as mostly kindhearted fans that supported the young one through her hardships and accompanied her for her victories. Though, that alone wasn't enough to stop the growing thoughts of finding the one meant for her, it was appreciated well, she couldn't be more grateful, but the loneliness she felt when she saw everyone accomplishing their lives, all their needs fulfilled by their other half, the feeling made her heart ache, leading to countless sleepless nights, where she wished she had the comfort of one's arms to be at ease

It might be considered foolish to some people, but she had already accepted the truth of being a fool when it came to love, all over heels of a person she hadn't even met yet. Seeing her friends, already engaged or at least, not alone anymore, she felt herself lost in all of this, why couldn't she be like others ? Of course, she wasn't that old, she had plenty of time to dream about her soulmate before they would reveal themselves

However, she wanted to meet her destiny as soon as she could, a kiss what all she wanted. But here, she wasn't thinking of an ordinary kiss, she wanted something meaningful, where a thousand words were waiting to be said while nothing could be pronounced due to to the nervousness she would share with her new found soulmate the day of their meeting. This would be the fresh start of a bound meant to be broken apart by death only, between cute dates, late night talks, hand holding while looking awkwardly at each other, putting trust in one another, inoperable lovers, that's what she was desperately aiming for

Knowing she was supposed to meet fate on a certain birthday of her life, she would always wait for those with such excitement that even her members, who knew her as an energetic and bright person already, would frown, confused about that sudden rush of adrenaline she had when considering the possibility of her first kiss happening that very day. As soon as the date was around the corner, she would jump around, more than usual, getting excited every year and that feeling growing through the years, waiting for the signs to manifest themselves

Talking about those signs, it was different from a person to another, except for meant lovers, who would share the same fate together so the same marks or events were to happen to the both of them. Signs were to show when you had met your soulmate, just like love indicators sort of. In Yeojin's case, she had a heart shaped mark on her wrist. She had no idea what it really meant or where it was from, only remembering that promise she had made to herself when little, she would never give up on finding the one meant for her

The heart was actually a bit particular, it was only half shaped, as if there was a missing piece, that piece would only appear when the soulmate in question would cross the path of the other person, in any way, shape or form. Meaning Yeojin would have to be pretty aware of her surroundings the day of her birthday, not wanting to miss a single chance with her destined half

Im Yeojin had the luck to have another sign possible to announce her soulmate's presence. She had been told that if she were to lock eyes with the other person's eyes, they would both change colours, going from a lifeless grey to their natural colour, the colour that was only meant to be when your future was certain

And by now, the only thing Yeojin could do was wait, days would go by, the day she would usually celebrate with such enthusiasm coming right around the corner. Only, this year, she seemed out of it, as if the thought of that very celebration for herself was too much of a weight on her shoulders. Or maybe was it the fear of being alone forever, she wasn't sure, but the little hope she had left was slowly starting to fade away as she tried her best to keep her cheerful smile on

[...]

Today was finally her 19th birthday, the day of the year she would've woke up so cheerfully if it wasn't for the fact that she had given up already. A barely visible grin on her face, she didn't want to ruin the fun of her own celebration, so she tried her hardest to light up the atmosphere around her, even if the negative aura came from herself and not anyone else

She wasn't a typically angry person, well not like, actually feeling anger or disappointment through her body. She was human, of course it was normal to feel that kind of stuff on a daily basis, but that was nothing compared to the loneliness she was feeling, and the killing sensation of not being able to tell others about it, silenced by her own embarassment

The day went by normally, she even studied a bit, trying to keep herself busy to avoid thinking about what was bothering her most, almost like an obsession, which made her feel weirder. The celebration was meant to be later anyways, in the evening to be specific, a live would be done along with the members, she would get gifts, sweets and probably the order of making a proper wish for something she wanted to happen. And like every year, it would be the same words thought in her head, no need to repeat them, we all knew what she desired most

[...]

It was in the afternoon, she had played along with her friends, letting them sing her happy birthday as she laughed and had good time around her loved ones before her family wished her the best for her nineteen years as well, which warmed her poor heart that only wanted the affection of the awaited one

However, now she was all alone, the eleven other girls gone to go shop, probably related to the event of tonight, which she wondered how it would feel to spend all together yet alone at the same time, at least in her head. She was bored of it already, no, sick of it, literally, when was her happy ending suppose to happen

"I really wish I could meet you love", she had thought while standing up from the chair she had been sitting on for the past thirty minutes, trying to process everything that was running through her mind, frustrating her even more than before. Grabbing a jacket and her phone, she headed outside of the dorm, wanting to get some fresh air, a sigh falling from her lips

She wasn't sad or anything, seriously, she was simply impatient, she hated the thought of being too attached to a foolish ideas probably made up by older people, but she had to face the truth, she wanted to meet love so bad. She forced herself to try to not care about it too much, only causing it to haunt her mind, following her wherever she would go, either between the walls of her dorm, or when on tour in another country

[...]

Walking her way to the nearest park, hands in the pockets of what kept her warm, even if her heart remained tepid, not enough to keep her body under good conditions without clothes, not beating fast enough to keep her focused on something, her mind getting lost as she didn't even know where she was heading to

[...]

And that's when she saw you, sitting down an isolated bench in the empty park, only in a hoodie, your head looking at the ground, a barely visible face as your hair covered the side of it, making it hard to observe your tender figure from where she was standing

Weirdly, she felt a rush through her heart, a shiver sent down her spine, something indescribable that the elders had tried to explain to her countless times as she couldn't stop questioning it when she was only a kid. She started to understand what they were talking about when mentioning butterflies, not talking about her dear member, Park Chaewon, represented by a beautiful butterfly, no here we were describing the sensation that kicked the poor Yeojin in the stomach, making it impossible for her to continue her walk

She wasn't sure how to approach you, maybe you were better left alone ? But then again, she didn't want to take the risk of losing what would be considered the most precious person to her eyes soon enough if she would at least attempt to communicate. Hesitating, she didn't know what to do, instinctively looking at her wrist, the sign that she once hated because of how it reminded her of her loneliness, was now glowing a bit. She saw it with her own eyes, the little mark starting to complete itself, a now full heart was freshly marking up her arm, meaning that her dear soulmate was near, and considering how little people was around, it had to be you, she wanted it to be you

So she walked, slowly, trying to process what was happening, wondering if she would even be able to pronounce any kind of words in front of an angel like you, but as nervous as she felt, her heart was beating out of excitement, she was happy, finally her hope came back, she wasn't ready to let go that occasion

...

"Hi.. um.. hey are you okay ?"

A unfamiliar voice was heard, close enough to you, you understood quickly it was addressed to you. You were wondering just who could ask such a question in the middle of a park, who was willing to worry about someone they didn't even know, so you looked up

And it hit you

A jolt through your heart, your hands trembling, the loneliness you had been feeling till now completely fading away as her eyes met yours, you could even swear her eyes changed when meeting yours, but you couldn't confirm anything because of how strange you felt at that vert moment

You invited her to sit beside you, and the conversation went by smoothly. You immediately recognized her as the idol she was, but didn't make much comments about it, the fact that she was coming to talk to you all alone, you thought she'd like it if you'd see her as her own person and not just the image she would project on stage

She was pretty sweet, distracting you from the earlier worries that were actually the fear of living alone for the rest of your dear life, a destiny you weren't ready to accept. Just like Yeojin, without even knowing, you were in a similar situation concerning your feelings, wishing to find your other half without too much trouble

And what if it was her ?

Through the words shared, you were both too shy to point out the obvious, from the marks on your wrist that completed each other, to the colour of each other's eyes, you were too busy losing yourselves in the gaze of one another

When suddenly, she caressed your cheek with her soft hand, looking at you tenderly

"You know Y/n... I know this might sound crazy but you know what, fuck it, I'm tired of waiting, so Y/n, I think we were meant to meet today, look at our arms, as well as your eyes, they've changed !" She said, completely out of the blue, shy Yeojin was gone, now replaced by a much more confident person, ready to make her other half as flushed as she could make them be

"I don't think you're wrong Yeojin, but... what do we do then ?" You asked, slightly confused, truthfully speaking, you had never thought that this situation would even happen, you had to pinch yourself to prove you were awake, but even with that, you still felt as if it wasn't convincing enough

And with no words coming from her mouth, she took both of your hands in hers, placing them around her own neck before she put her arms around your waist, pulling you closer for the very first kiss you would share

All of this had gone so fast, not far from a 20mins conversation and you were already whipped for one another, not wanting to pull away as your lips were connected together, time seemed to be frozen just like people had described it to you

.

Sadly, your passionate session had to be interrupted by the arrival of our eleven other moon girls, who cheered for their youngest one, so happy that she had found herself on such a day, a day where she was considering giving up on the idea of meeting the right person

[...]

Introductions done, you headed together to Yeojin's dorm, holding hands and not pulling away, intensely looking at one another, not wanting this moment to end. You had been invited to spend the night over at their place, meaning you were also meant to participate in the live they would do, and if you were to be honest, you didn't even feel like complaining, you were happy enough like this, ready to do anything for things to stay that way

[...]

The evening had went so well, obviously, as expected, a lot of teasing from the members, but you didn't mind, seriously, you couldn't detach your attention from Yeojin anyways. She looked so beautiful when smiling and giggling like she had been doing so much during the night, sometimes due to how flustered she felt, or other times because she was having a great time. Pecks on your cheeks, on your forehead, on your hands and even on your lips, anything to make the fans react really, it was awesome if you were asked to be honest

Because yes, it had been a while people were asking about her other half, and now that she had met you, you who completed her symbol, and changed the poor colour of her past pale eyes, she wished to show you off to the entire world, so proud of having you as a significant other, the best wish she could've ever asked for

And when she ate the cake, not without making a wish of staying with you for eternity, not hesitating one bit, she insisted on feeding you some, as well as putting icing all over your face, as an excuse to kiss it clean later on. Yeojin could be a little tease but as far as you knew her, you didn't want her to change, she was perfect like that, it had only been a few hours but you felt so comfortable already, remembering what others had said about soulmates

"It's like a spell that you cannot undo, and in the circumstances, it's a spell you wouldn't want to undo, the thought of doing so probably wouldn't even cross your mind if it wasn't for the words I am saying just now, when meeting a soulmate, a minute feels like a thousand years, you understand them the second you look at each other, and it's when you realize that, no matter the length of time between that realization and the first thing you said to one another, it means you're officially meant to be together"

Words you used to find stupid yet you had fallen exactly like described

[...]

And now we were later

It was night, you were both curled up in Yeojin's bed, exhausted from the day you had gone through together but oh so glad to have found each other, refusing to pull away, you had struggled putting your pyjamas on before jumping to bed, you didn't feel like letting go of one another

Today was a great day, just as people had described it to her, Yeojin felt as if this was the best day in her entire life, nothing could beat the connection you shared by now, it hadn't been long but it felt like years together

All these birthday wishes had worked actually, those sleepless nights as well as those overwhelming thoughts were meant to be gone now too, only leaving space for love and a brighter future for the both of you

You were both normal people, you being a lonely type of person, who had always felt as something was missing, as if there was a piece of you that was completely out of reach out there. You couldn't express how happy you were feeling just now, so glad that the own wishes you had made yourself once didn't work in the past, just for you to have the best thing ever happen to you now

...

Before drifting to sleep for once, you looked at Yeojin and whispered

"Hey jin, look outside, the sky is so beautiful right ?" Pointing the window on the wall in front of you

"Nearly not as beautiful as you though" she answered

"You're way too sweet ! But woah look at all the stars !" you said excitedly

"You're seriously adorable, you're like my own star now, ready to shine through a sky we'll build together"

Yeojin wouldn't consider herself much of a flirt necessarily, usually more sarcastic and spending her time getting purposely on the nerves of her oldest friends, yet it came out naturally when it came to you, you truly were special, the brightest person out there

"Then that means you're my star too ! The prettiest one out there too hehe" it was your turn to see her cheeks turn pinkish at your compliment

Looking at her lovingly, something moving caught your attention in the window again

"Oh a shooting star !! Quick ! Make a wish jin"

"Make one too then !" she said

And without needing to say it out loud, you both knew you had wished for the same thing, for you two to build a new universe together as you were the brightest stars out there. With all the little wishes you had done in life, going from "I want to meet the one I'm meant to love" to "I want to fall in love" to "I want to kiss them" or then again to "I want to have a family with them" but also "I want my happy ending to happen one day" and of course "I never want to be apart from my soulmate", you were slowly entering your own little world, with the two of you as creators

Sure thing is that, when your eyes were closing, your head buried in her neck, it was far different from the day before, her heart was warmed up as you couldn't stop smiling, you could only look forward to what would happen next, so grateful that you had found each other, finally ready to build a relationship together

The end <3

I hope this was enjoyable !! Take care of yourselves lovelies :))

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Just a girl

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader (requested)

Warnings: none

summary:(stated in the request below)

Request: wonder if you could write a Tom Hiddleston x reader. She was content with her life. Her job was fine, even if the pay wasnt the best-she liked it! Second hand shopping was her thing anyway. The apartment was small, but enough. Reader never felt the need to change - until now...A twist of fate had hooked her up with no other than Tom Hiddleston! A famous superstar with top style, high personal ambitions and a sky rocketing career! Why ? What could a man like that ever see in someone so plain?..

a/n: @scorpionchild81​  i really really hope you liked it, do let me know what you think ❤❤

Maybe it was the serenity that came with living such a normal life or maybe it was the gratitude , either ways , whatever It was, I was highly content. 

I lived a good life, I worked at a bookstore in London, and the pay wasn’t the greatest, but it was enough. The life I led was enough. 

i spent most of my time in my apartment, which was just perfect, small, but perfect. I loved every aspect of my life, and never once did i feel the need to change anything. Not once. 

I was a morning person, something about the cold London air, and the quiet was just so peaceful and calming. 

I held my cup of hot coffee and stood by the window and watched the cars drive past my window.

i got ready for the day shortly after placing my empty cup in the sink. 

*****

Making my to my bookstore, i opened up the doors and started placing things where they needed to be before the customers started rolling in.

i took my place behind the counter and sat down, my book in my hand, i didn’t expect today to go any different than the others.

A numerous amount of people made their way in and out and as the sun started to set, and the skies outside started to darken, I decided to go get myself another cup of coffee. 

Joe, who i worked with at the bookstore, kept looking at his watch every few seconds. I knew he was growing more and more impatient by the minute to get off his shift and go home.

“Hey” I called out to him “ 10 minutes, that's it, watch the store for 10minutes while i get my coffee and I’ll let you off early” 

Needless to say , this had him awake and paying attention as soon as the words left my mouth.

I walked to the closest café; getting in , the smell of coffee hit my nose, I let out a sigh, making my way to the counter.

“Hey, Tyler, the usual , latte please” I knew Tyler from the very day I started working at the bookstore . He and I became quick acquaintances considering the number of times I’d gone in for coffee.

10 minutes later, I walked back into the bookstore with my cup of coffee. 

“Jo- Holy shit” Good thing I’d placed my cup on the counter before looking for joe, because in place i saw myself staring right at Tom Hiddleston. 

I’d staggered back into the counter , slightly dazed and finding it difficult to believe that tom fucking Hiddleston was in my store. 

‘I-I'm so sorry , I'm y/n ,ugh is-is there anything I can help you with?” I stumbled around , trying to act normal and not fangirl.

he extended his hand , smiling “I'm Tom , Tom Hiddleston”

shaking his hand, I couldn’t help but notice how soft they were "well Mr. Tom- I mean Mr. Hiddleston, have you found what you were looking for’ I mentally cursed , and blushed.

His laugh, the signature laugh, that anyone could recognize anywhere , lightened up the dimming day.

“ I did actually , thank you sweetheart. “ his blue eyes , took in my facial features. 

I’d never been timid or shy under anyone's stare, especially a man’s, but his stare , though it could hardly be called that, made me want to run and hide behind a counter and squeal.

“hey can I fucking leave n-” Joe came in, looking at his watch, but stopped when he looked up and saw Tom Hiddleston.

“Aren’t you Tom Hiddleston, like Loki?” 

“I am” he chuckled, extending his hand , in the polite manner that he did with me.

“um” I cleared my throat ‘ joe, your shift is over, if you want to leave, that is” I smiled, looking down and making my way behind the cashier. I looked at the title of the book, the movie star before me seemed interested in . 

“Shakespeare’ I whispered and smiled, as i bagged it, and told him how much he owed me.

“do you read Shakespeare?” he inquired , smiling and looking at me curiously while he placed his wallet in his back pocket.

“i do, one of my favorites .”

“me too” He took his book and stepped out, a cold gust of wind blowing past me as he opened and closed the door.

Joe and I stood there, trying to take in what had just happened.

“im-im going to leave now” Joe whispered, still clearly shocked.

I looked down at my phone, breathing out and trying to let it sink in that Tom Hiddleston just walked into my store.

The wind chimes rung, as the door opened up once again.” yes joe? “I said ,not looking up.

“You keep expecting joe, should i take that as a sign?” 

My head shot up , my eyes landing on a grinning Tom .

“I- sorry, wait what?” I looked at him confused .

‘i actually came in to ask you if i could get to know you better over a cup of coffee?” 

I looked at him , well stared ,actually, with my mouth hanging open

“im sorry , was that inappropriate ?” he asked, a look of concern taking over his features.

‘no-why do you-why me?” I had a thousand questions rushing through my head, why would a man like him, someone with a sky rocketing career and just overall someone so out of my league even want to get to know me at all?

“well, to be honest, i noticed you at the coffee shop earlier , and I’ve seen you there before, and I truly just wanted to get to know you better” he smiled.

*******

I’d seen Tom on and off since that evening 2 months ago, and i fell for him big time, and could you really blame me ? He was the most kind hearted and gentle souls, I’d ever come across. 

he was pretty much the only reason i even bothered having faith in the male population. But it never made sense to me why he’d wanted to get to know me at all.

Tom’s pov

I’d noticed her quite often , grabbing a cup of coffee at roughly the same hour each day.

There was something in the gentle tone of her voice when she ordered her usual cup pf coffee and the glint in her eyes, that made me want to form a bond with her. 

Over the months since I’d finally managed to ask her if I could get to know her better, I’d found out quite a bit about her. She lived a life completely normal and quiet, compared to what mine was. 

She was content with the little things in life, she didn’t get upset easily and just enjoyed and took life in a stride. Of course she had her moments when she was down ,. 

But it was inevitable that I one day found myself falling for her, and I realized this whilst i watched her put away a stack of books. 

‘Why me?’ she asked me quite suddenly , to the say the least.

Y/n’s pov

It just sort of slipped out of my mouth.

“I'm sorry?” he looked taken aback.

“how does someone like you, someone just so....ambitious and who’s making it far in life , want to get to know someone like me, someone who prefers second hand shopping not just because its cheaper but because she’s got to?” 

He put down his cup of coffee and walked closer to me, his scent hitting my nose.

“i think its the way you appreciate the little things in life, or perhaps the way you furrow your eyebrows while reading , or maybe its the way you're so passionate and gentle while handling a book, or its the way you feed the cat outside your apartment, even though it isn’t even your responsibility. Sometimes I  think it’s the way you close your eyes and breathe in the morning air and the way you crinkle your nose if your coffee’s too bitter. I truly can’t place my finger on what has me falling for you love, but i know I'm far too smitten to go back” He looked at me , i  was finding it hard to breathe.

His husky , yet soft English accent lingering in my head. His face was quite close to mine now and I could feel his warm breath. 

“Can i kiss you , love?”

#tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddleston x reader #tom Hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x original female character #tom hiddleston request #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston one shot

[marvelsimp]

THE NEW KID: Leaving

Ch. 1

The New Kid Masterlist

-This is going to be a series so I’m going to do my best so that you may read it in any order.  Also, I’m going to apologize in advance for my writing, any tips are appreciated. 

Pairing: Peter x Lesbian!reader (Platonic duh)

Genre: ANGST, fluff

Warnings: Homophobia (being kicked out), mentions of death, vague mention of suicide, general angst, swearing (I swear fuck is like the only one I know smh)

Description: Reader gets kicked out by her homophobic parents, Peter invites her to stay with him, and reader reflects on her and Peter’s relationship.  

-Takes place after far from home and Gamora, Vision, Loki, Heimdall, Nat, and Tony are still alive, Steve didn’t leave, and Mysterio didn’t reveal Peter as Spiderman. (aka my dream MCU)

Reader’s Powers: Healer, telepath, and empath.

Word Count: 2,350 

“You can stay the night but, in the morning, you have to leave” You could feel it all, the disgust, the anger, the sadness. Every bit of what they were feeling was being thrown at you.  You didn’t even get to tell them about your powers.  You thought that maybe they would understand that maybe they would love you enough… but they didn’t.  You were in shock; your parents were throwing you out because you like girls.  You made your way back to your room to pack the essentials and figure out where you would go. Peter. He had told you before that if this happed or if you ever needed to you could stay with him.

(Y/n): Does the offer still stand

Peter: you told them?

(Y/n): yeah… theyre kicking me out 

Peter: Im so sorry

     You and Peter first met through Instagram almost a year ago.  He posted some picture of him and Ned posing with a LEGO model of the Death Star. You decided you had nothing to lose so you messaged him.  That was that easiest friend you had ever made, and he was the only friend you had now.  

You got to know each other over the months, you would text and facetime, sometimes you would play Minecraft or Animal Crossing or whatever game you both had your hands on. You would talk for hours about Star Wars, video games, and even The Avengers.  It was amazing. Then you told him.

“I’m gay”

He looked shocked at first, which scared you a little, then his shocked expression morphed into a grin.

“Now, I have someone else I can talk about girls to.”

You laughed tears forming in your eyes. You felt a huge weight come off your chest.  He told you about MJ and how he planned to ask her out during the trip to Europe. You told him about your huge crush on Captain Marvel and it was perfect. You had someone who loved you for you and didn’t want anything more or less, someone you could tell everything to.

* * * * *

     “Oh my god,” you thought to yourself as you put it altogether.  You felt like you were going to faint or throw up or both.

Night monkey on tv had the same powers as spiderman, spiderman was from New York, and Peter was from New York…  The late nights, the weird bruises, and cuts, injures; him suddenly having to leave out of nowhere. Every bit of it made sense.  Peter Parker is Spider-Man. Your best friend is fucking Spider-Man.

At first you were shocked, then you were excited, then you were scared. You rushed to your phone to call him. You dialed his number and nothing... no answer. That’s when the panic started. 

(Y/n): Are you okay?

There was no answer for minutes then hours. You were really panicking now, he usually texted back within ten minutes, but it was now six hours later. 

(Y/n): I saw what happened are you ok

(Y/n): Pete youre scaring me please text me

You couldn’t sleep or eat or do anything, all you could think about was him.  Is he alive? Is he injured? Did he lose his phone? These thoughts swirled in your head; you couldn’t breathe.  Finally, fifteen hours later you heard a ding.

Peter: Im ok my phone died

(Y/n): Can you call me

Peter: Sorry Im getting on the plane to head home can I call you then?

(Y/n): yeah

Your panic calmed and you felt like you could breathe again but the fear and the anger were still there.  You were furious not that he didn’t tell you, you couldn’t care less about that there were still plenty of things that you hadn’t told him yet.  But you were furious at the universe, that your friend could die, that your friend could be taken away again.  That you could lose that person that helped keep you stable, help keep you grounded.  You couldn’t lose someone like that again, the last one almost killed you and losing Peter would destroy you.

Ten hours later he FaceTimed you.

“Hey, sorry about not answering.  My phone died and all this stuff happened and- “

“Are you Spider-Man?” 

“Wh-what?” He was shocked, another one of his friends figured it out. He couldn’t believe it.

“Are. You. Spider-Man.” You replied bluntly with your brows furrowed. You could barely keep the tears from flowing out.

He let out a sigh shaking his head, seeing no reason to lie so he nodded, “Yeah.”

“Are you okay?” you breathed out. 

He looked up back at the screen confused, “Y-yeah I’m okay. I have a few scratches but nothing bad.”

“You could’ve died,” you grunted as your breath began to pick up.

“I’m okay Y/n. It’s ok,” he looked at you confused but mostly concerned because you were usually level.  You tried your best to hide your negative emotions from others, so he only ever saw you smiling.

“NO! No, it’s not okay! You could’ve died. I could’ve lost you; I could’ve lost my best friend AGAIN. Two best friends in two years. I barely survived when she… I-I don’t even know what would happen if I lost you, too!” You were crying, you didn’t even notice, you didn’t even care.

He froze, not knowing what to say not knowing what to do.  He just looked at you. He didn’t know that you never talked about your friends, he assumed you had them. He just thought you would open up when you were ready, but he never predicted this.

“Y/n, I-I’m okay. I’m alive and I am safe. I promise you that- that I’m going to be okay.” He just stared at the screen again. “Do you… want to talk about her.”

“You would’ve liked her,” you smiled while the tears were still streaming down your face.  “Ava was the most stubborn person on the planet.  She was kind… and talented… she was so smart… she wanted to go and help animals that are going extinct. She was my everything... and then she… she was gone.” You sobbed uncontrollably, not even stopping to breathe.

You’d never cried for her before, when you had found out it destroyed you.  You were numb to everything, but you hid it with a smile always saying you were fine.  Then you met Peter, he saved you and he didn’t even know it.  He helped you feel ok again.  He helped you feel alive again instead of a walking corpse.

“Y/n, you need to breathe.” You heard through the phone that was now lying on the bed as you continued to sob. “Please, just breathe.”

All that he wanted to do was hold you and comfort you, he knew what it felt like to lose someone. He knew that pain and wanted to help you but all he could do was talk and listen so that’s what he did.

You collected yourself, it took a while, but you did it.  “I’m breathing,” you said letting out a slight chuckle.

“What do you need me to do?” he asked with worried eyes.

“Will you- could you just stay with me, till I fall asleep?”

“Of course.”

      You called him the next day asking about Spider-Man.  You asked how his powers worked, how long he had them, how his web shooters worked and how he made them, you even asked if the Start Internship was really just¬¬¬ him being Spider-Man. He answered every question you had and then some.

“Um, I have something to confess,” you said nervously, “I have…powers, too.” 

‘WHAT,” he screamed from excitement while jumping out of his chair.  “You have powers, too,” he said with wide eyes and a huge grin.

You went on to explain your powers of telepathy, healing, and empathy.  You told him as much as you knew about them and how you didn’t know their limits yet.  He just listened and grinned at every word you said.  

“Can I tell Mr. Stark about you powers?”

“What?!?!”

“I already talk about you enough to him.  Can I tell him about you powers? He might be able to make you something to help you.”

“You talk about me to Tony fucking Stark?!?!?”

“Yeah, you’re my best friend. Of course, I talk about you. So, can I tell him.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can tell IRON MAN about my powers.”

     Life went on from there, you continued to talk to him like normal.  Nothing had come up from him telling Stark about your powers or at least nothing yet.  You had grown closer and you would talk about when you had a bad day, and he would tell you about his friendly neighborhood adventures.  Then Christmas came and a few days later you deiced to come out to your parents…

* * * * * * 

      Next thing you knew you were on a plane headed to New York then you were in a taxi headed to Peter’s apartment.  You couldn’t stop thinking about how they felt: disgust, anger, and greatest of all sadness.  You felt this relief of finally being able to be your self but also the terrible pain of your parents abandoning you.  You somehow made it through the plane and the taxi without crying.

Then there he was standing outside of your taxi, smiling with sad eyes. He quickly got your suitcase out of the trunk while you got out of taxi and put on your backpack.  When the taxi drove away you both just stood there for a moment, neither of you knowing exactly what to say or do. There was a rush of emotions from both of you: happiness, excitement, and most of all sadness.  Peter was mourning with you.

He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your body in a tight, welcomed embrace.  It was then when tears streamed down your face. You sobbed into his shoulder and neck for what seemed like days.  Then he pulled away, “Let’s go inside.” 

When he opened the door there was Aunt May, the only interactions you had with her where quick hellos or stupid jokes you told her about Peter.  So, it was nice to actually meet her.  She gave you a soft hug as soon as you came in the door.

“Thank you so much for letting me stay here,” you said pulling out of the hug.  “I promise I will pull my weight and get a job as soon as I can.”

“Of course, sweetheart, all of Peter’s friends are welcome here and don’t worry about that right now we can talk about it in a few weeks. For now, you guys do what you want, and I got some work I gotta do so I will see guys in a few hours.” She gave your hand a squeeze, grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

You put your backpack on the couch, what was going to be your bed for a little while and sat down putting your face in your hands.  Peter put your suitcase up against the wall, then he sat down next to you putting his hand on your back.  

“I’m so sorry, y/n.”

You started to sob again. Peter just wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his chest.  You cried and cried and cried.  Eventually you fell asleep.

     The next few days were rough for you.  The first two were full of tears and crying but also full of laughing and smiling. The third day you were there was New Years Eve, Peter asked you if you wanted to go to see the ball drop, you declined.  You told him the large crowd would probably overwhelm your powers and that some alone time would be nice.  Peter understood so he went with MJ and Ned while Aunt May went to a party.  

It was nice to be alone.  You cried again but for most of the night you just laid there thinking of everything and thinking of nothing.  You were worn out and fell asleep before the clock struck twelve.

You woke up early the next day, which was a little weird, but it was nice.  When peter woke up, he deiced to show you around.  He didn’t show you the big touristy places, but he showed you where he would watch for thieves, where he got sandwiches, or donuts, or ice cream.  You just enjoyed the day doing nothing important at all.  

The day after that he invited MJ and Ned over.  You had never talked to them much less met them.  You were nervous and excited so Peter eased your fears and told you that, “They will love you.”  And they did, it went amazingly.  They were both huge nerds just like you and Peter.  Ned was loud and very vocal; his laugh could shake the world.  MJ on the other hand was quiet, only speaking up when she felt it was needed.  She was a lot like you, but she didn’t hide behind smiles like you did, she showed everything she felt even if it wasn’t very loudly. You got why Peter liked her, they fit like a glove.  

Most of the night was filled with laughter and smiling.  You played video games, board games, harassed Peter, and overall had a nice time.  A few times you could’ve sworn you felt a pinch of jealousy from MJ, which brought you some comfort and reassurance towards Peter.  It meant that he hadn’t outed you to MJ which you appreciated.  You felt comfortable and safe for once, you didn’t feel afraid to talk about whatever for once.  They left right before midnight, both with smiles on their faces as they did.

“We gotta go to bed,” Peter grinned. “I got some big plans for your birthday tomorrow.”

You had forgotten, tomorrow’s your birthday, you’re turning seventeen.  You nodded and smiled at him.  You were tempted to read his mind and find out what the surprise was but decided it might be better to just go along with it.  So, you changed into your PJ’s and fell asleep on Peter’s couch.

Next Chapter

Arriving

#the new kid #the avengers #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x platonic!reader #avengers x reader #angst #avengers angst #avengers #wandavision #spiderman

[ragnvdnir]

NAHH CUZ YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT THAT(being the source of my happiness) 🤩🤩🤩 your messages literally make my day 😚💕💕

this is a sign for you to have a friends to lovers trope with ayato 👀😌😌 more than bros-

I made sure that you looked pretty in the picture 😩👌 looking pretty while being caught in 4k 😌 im a professional photographer of ppl getting caught in 4k🥴 i simply need the money for my services so i wont go broke 🤩🤧

Your brain is driving in the right street 🤭 it aint a u-turn, that's the right track ur brain is driving to 🤩 blame me all you want 🥰 😩 but i aint taking back what i've said by "...playing with balls" ✨

Im cracking up sm in the "is this a sign to hell,, im quittin"😭😭😭

Your blog is the whole receipt if you'd ask me 😌😌😌 you've been arresting yourself as both the criminal and the police 🧐

Admit it, you just want to be buried w Ayato in the burnt kamisato estate🧐🧐🧐 even death can't set you apart (literally) 😌

Money before hoes 😎😎😎 the detailed plan you wrote 😌 the anon was too stunned to speak- 🧍‍♀️is this what you call the peak of desperation because ayato won't come home to u 🤔🤔

Good luck on getting ayato !! 👹👹👹 His banner aint gonna disappear tomorrow so take your time 😚😚 may he appreciate your hardwork for saving up for him 😩✨

You got 10 olympic medals but your one true love aint coming home 😩😭 IM. I'm losing my mind over the "NEXT YEAR IM PLANNING TO BUY A MOON" 😰 ein???? i think ur crimes made you successful but also crazy 😭😭 am i gonna hear that you're planning to buy a sun too ???🧐

No one can beat ur top tier humor 😭 i rlly swear you're naturally funny 😌🤩 thanks for being proud of me, im doin my best 😎👌

Albedo is dry bc he aint wet 👍 that chalk man will literally melt into nothingness when he'd gotten wet 🤔🤔 albedo is missing out on ur top tier humor 🤧🤧 i feel so sad for him 😩 anyways ayato please come home to ein, one of your greatest simps, before you regret it 😚 and miss out on ein's humor 🥴🤩 albedo don't deserve someone like you 😤😤 he belongs to dragonspine, and just like the cold of that mountain, he also treated you coldly 🙄😔 let's try to ask mona what can we do to albedo using astrology 😌

I wonder too who is the one who simps so hard in this blog 🤔🤔🤔

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As an Ayato haver, i'm gonna bestow you my blessings!! 😚💕 Have a nice day ein >:3

i'm?? Also wondering if i'm gonna ask you to be friends in asia server 😩🤔 since you were wanting fishes yesterday,,, the reason is stupid but 🤩

— 🍰.

ikr anon😌 but being your entertainer is not free, where's my salary 🤨🤨

itto is gonna be my wingman🤩👍

thats great, bc i wont allow myself to look like a dinosaur while being caught in 4k🙄🙄 we all struggle financially🤝

u know what? i learned to simply shut up whenever u say sussy things🤨🤨 learned it in a hard way btw

my blog is a whole receipt? nah uh anon, u might need a glasses for that. i am not a criminal and a police wdym😒😒

nah bc i take back that i said i am hot, bc there's no way im going to hell😊 im warm u know, not hot

didn't even thought abt that but now that u said it, yes. not even death can do us apart. if i can't have him, no can👹 /j naurr i sound some yandere shit😭

its always money >>> husbandos. this is the start of my capitalist era🤩🤩 /j

i am desperate it self anon🙁 that kamisato ayato is stubborn af💔

"you got 10 olympic medals but your one true love aint coming home" *slids down the wall* *bang my head* *rips out my heart* *sobs violently* f u and your homies anon 💔 who taught u to real talk me💔👍

yep, lets buy a star too🤩🤩 ...crime? anon u thought everything that i did is a crime? how could this be *held the chair from shock* everything that i did is hardwork, success, effort and u will just call them crime!? t-this is too much *runs away* *trips* you betrayed me alot of times💔

ikr💅 im suffering from success of being the funniest clown on earth🤡💅 my brain is full of humor that i wished its full of knowledge from school too💔💔💔 keep going anon and follow my path from success 😌🤝

albedo, the one that got away💔💔 i tried to chase him but he dropped my hand and left me standing💔💔 but past is in the past🙄 i realized that there are alot of better man than him. i ain't gonna chase him, he's the one chasing this beauty this time💅 jk i might pull for his rerun hehe but dont tell him bc i dont chase, i attract🤨🤨

dont be shy and spill the name of that 'someone' in this blog🤔🤔

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damn another ayato haver i see💆💆💆

mr. kamisato, ive wanted u since the start, even if you are faceless at that time and ppl keep saying that you're gonna be npc forever, the times where i read leaks saying that you're long haired and probably a polearms user. i loved u for that long, and yet, this is how u repay me? another betrayal for my poor heart ig💔 if i cant have u then i have no choice but to let u go and be with your sister whether im guaranteed or not😞😞 this is what u chose ayato, so bear the consequences. farewell, ex lover🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️/j

i already got the fishes BUT YESS I WANNA BE FRIENDS, ur uid now🤨🤨

#—letters 💌 #talks with: 🍰 anon

[evelxtus]

ZHONAAA SAAAN HIIIIII!!! I JUST GOT BACK FROM VACATION SO I DIDNT MANAGE TO GREET MY FAVOURITE WRITER DURING CHRISTMAS HSKSJ BUT BETTER BE LATE THAN NEVER RIGHT? EHEHEHE.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND EARLY NEW YEAR💖💖 I hope you catch many and more blessings (including 5 stars ehe) next year! Meeting you this year was one of my greatest pleasure, though you don't know me behind anon eeekkkk I enjoy every bit of the messages and asks we exchange and tbh, among the many genshin writers i had the pleasure of speaking before (on anon cause im a coward lmao) you are my favourite because...idk, you were very friendly and accepting and i just get the feeling of warmth whenever we talk sjsksh and i felt less lonely whenever we talk too shisjs

Though you may come across my tumblr account as one of your thousand followers, I want you to know how much I very much appreciate your works and you yourself! I can't count how many times I tried to leave off my anon mask so I can properly introduce myself to you but I was like: oh no, but but but...its so embarrassing...😂😂😂

ANYHOW 😂 idfk htf this becomes too long and sappy sksjsm I just wanted to say hi again and happy holidays! dont forget to take care of yourself and take as much rest as you can!

- As always, 🐦 birb anon here is always here for you, okay? Just call me out if you want someone to listen or talk to ehe 💖💖💖

My lovely birb anon istg YOU'RE SO SWEET AAAA.💕💕😭✨

I'm so glad you feel that way, and I'll take this moment to admit that I always smile when I see you on my ask box 😭✨ I get so soft all of the sudden WHAT DO YOU DO TO ME???

Take the time you need to introduce yourself as you wish shdhsh I'll be waiting if one day you decide to leave your anon mask👀👀 My inbox will always be open for youuuu<333

Once again thank you for your words, this genuinely made me so so so happy and made my dayyyy😭💕

#zhona asks #💜— 🐦anon

[anakinthetrashking]

BnHA One-Shot Fic Recs (pt1)

Making some fic-rec posts has been on my to-do list for a while and I’m finally doing it, yay! Currently I have 6 word doc pages full of just BnHA recs. So I’m splitting them up by length and completion, so first up is (part one of) one-shots! Let’s go!!!

Lets start with some classic Izuku and DadMight!

Pictures, Posters and Tender Beauty by ProPinkist (tumblr: @dazais-guardian-angel ) Rating: G    Category: Gen   ~4,400 words Summary: Izuku has virtually every All Might-themed item out there, and prides himself on all of it, as Toshinori is well aware. However, somehow, the boy still decided that there was something vital missing. This is fluffy and very cute. No one truly appreciates All Might as much as Izuku does, but 1A comes close. All Might deserves all the love, and this fic truly provides!!!

Dear Mr. All Might by QuizzicalCrow (tumblr: @quizzicalcrow​ ) Rating: G   Category: Gen   ~5,000 words Summary: As the #1 hero for decades, All Might has collected a lot of fan mail over the years. Toshinori tracks down a series of letters that only now, years later, does he appreciate for their significance.  I always love the thought of All Might looking through his fan mail, even if he can’t get to all of it. This was a wonderful glimpse into that AND it was made to be so, so personal and sweet. Go have some heart-healing fluff.

Growing Pains by LordofLies (tumblr: @theangelofchildren ) Rating: G   Category: Gen    ~5,900 words Summary: Izuku finds himself changed by his encounter with the Hero Killer, but changes of a more physical kind are in store for him as he begins to truly accept One for All as his own. Once, he would have been thrilled to look more like All Might, but now those connections are as much a source of anxiety as they are of pride.Or, Izuku wakes up one morning and sees the world through different eyes. Izuku having anxiety and Toshi being there to help him through it and calm him down? Sign me UP. Its also a pretty cool take on how One for All is able to change things about it’s holder. Could this happen in cannon? Who knows.... Regardless, it was a great read!

I’ll Carry You Home by Renesvetta Rating: G   Category: Gen   ~2,700 words Summary: While training with All Might, it wasn’t uncommon for Izuku to be so exhausted at the end of the day that he unwittingly fell asleep without regard for where he was. It consequently became part of All Might’s routine to help his young protégé home. During that time, Izuku may have let loose more than one sleepy confession towards his mentor.  Yes, it is as adorable as it sounds. Its tagged with “self indulgent Dad Might fluff” which is both accurate and appreciated. In other words: Superb you funky little writer!

Simple Gifts by QuizzicalCrow Rating: G    Category: Gen   ~6,700 words Summary: One year ago, Izuku received the greatest gift he could ever imagine. Now he’s determined to return the favor for the one responsible for it all with a gift of his own.  First off, I love the idea of Izuku and Toshi quietly celebrating the anniversary of passing on OfA from All Might to Izuku. Even just taking the day to hang out with each other. It’s a really precious idea. But there’s not just fluff! Izuku finds himself in a fight, again. (cool villain quirk, too!) I love all of the small details that are in this fic (and in Crow’s other works, too!) anyway its exciting AND very heartwarming, so go read it!!!

Affectionate by Sevi007 (tumblr: @sevi007 ) Rating: G   Category: Gen   ~2,600 words Summary: Toshinori starts to show affection very easily around his students. The  reactions he gets for that are not quite the ones he had anticipated - well, not all of them, at least.  Toshi is LOVED, APPRECIATED, and 1A feels like HOME. how many times can i say “cute” and “heartwarming” on this post?? bc these are some amazing writers, whom I adore, and their writing makes my heart WARM. AND. FUZZY. i mean, even just the first few paragraphs of this one just, really sets the scene of what i like to believe the 1A dorm is (on a good day, lol). its a really nice read, so go treat yo’ self by reading it.

paint me in trust by dinomight Rating: G   Category: Gen   ~6,400 words Summary: The first mark Izuku gets is a slight brush of green across his temple. It’s the soft touch of a mother holding her son for the first time. Inko has one to match, the same shade of green staining the tips of her fingers. Hers is more noticeable; Izuku’s tends to blend into his hairline. He loves it anyways. He has to. It’s the only soulmate mark he has. (Or: how Izuku goes from just green to a rainbow, UA-style.)  Ok, so this fic sort of plays off the idea of soulmates, and does not fit in with soulmates in the usual form of the trope. First off its completely platonic. Its categorized as Gen and sticks to that. Also it doesn’t seem to be as obligatory and permanent as you would think it would be. It seems to be more of the universe telling you who has the possibility of being important in your life. I really really loved this, it was so adorable and gives you that sweet, sweet Izuku angst, before healing your heart with the power of friendship and found family!!!

The Die Has Been Cast by ChiwiTheKiwi (tumblr: @chiwithekiwi​ ) Rating: G   Category: Gen   ~5,400 words Summary: “There’s something about that kid you aren’t telling me, isn’t there?”When no answer meets him, Shouta tries again.“You know something about Midoriya’s quirk that you haven’t shared with me. Is that right?”(Or: A canon "What If" surrounding the latest manga events and focusing on Aizawa finally making a connection.) First off, this fic has spoilers for the manga, so dont read unless you’re past chp212! I loooooooove OfA reveal fics, especially when it’s Aizawa that finds out. He deserves to know!!! its kind of important!!!! This fic chooses a great moment to work off of, and does a great job with Aizawa’s character. I really enjoyed it and couldn’t keep myself from going back and reading it just now LOL

These last two are actually two-shots, but it makes it an even 10! also Izuku and dadmight, so we can continue the theme here...

Some Unspoken Thing by LittleKy Rating: G   Category: Gen   ~7,900 words (2chps) Green, Toshinori has always thought, is the color of life anew.(Or: It's time for Yagi Toshinori to finally accept that he has a son, now, in all but blood. It's time for Midoriya Hisashi to accept that as well.) YES ALL MIGHT! ADMIT THAT IZUKU IS YOUR SON! great portrayal of the characters and really hits the nail on the head for DadMight. and Izuku in this story is just the smallest green floof that you wish to give a hug. NEVER MIND ALL MIGHT, YOU TOOK TOO LONG SO IZUKU IS MY SON NOW AND IM NOT GIVING HIM BACK ( no but seriously i want to hug this fic its so cute TTuTT )

LAST BUT NOT LEAST! I See You by BirdAntlers (tumblr: @aarymk )

Rating: G   Category: Gen   ~15,400 words (2chps) Midoriya Izuku is a quirkless child, blind from birth. Yagi Toshinori is the most powerful man in the world, loved by millions. They could not be more different, and yet their loneliness is the same.   (From a pair of AU posts on Tumblr that got way out of hand; I wanted to put it here because it turned into more of a fic than a "what-if." Basically a vessel for me to vomit as much Dadmight as I can.) Hey, you! Yeah! You! Do you want to cry? Do you want to start sobbing in a public space?? Do you just want to be destroyed with words and be left there kneeling at the feet of a writer who has torn out your heart and stomped on it before they gently wipe the tears from your face? Yeah?? y oU Wan NA D IE??? READ THIS AND GET REKT.  you’ll thank me later

(under the cut is just me rambling, i kept all the important stuff up here, ur welcome)

Now that the actual recs are over I can rant here- look i really tried to slim my recs down, but i have almost 300 bnha fics bookmarked,some of them are “to read” or theyre in progress, etc but i managed to get this list sorta slimmed down? a little?(to only 58!!!) but as i was gathering this post together it felt like i dont have very many Dadmight recs on that list??? but i havent rechecked all the other fics i was just going through the oneshots. i... kinda read a lot more fics with AIzawa in it instead. it be that way. DadMight content is SO GOOD. but my fav is aizawa im sorryyyyy anyway i have another SEVENteeN oneshots to put in rec posts and that does NOT include the mulitchapter and friikin series and stuff... and like i said this is aaaaaaallllllllllllllll BnHA. batfam fic posts will come after, and then star wars, and then maybe star trek? we’ll see. i have a very specific taste in ST fics and that is Tarsus IV whump. which. i have not read in a while. when they say “that trope came from ST” for sooooooo many tropes, you WISH other fandoms had tarsus as a trope, holy crap it is TOP TIER angst fodder. if you love to write/read whump, angst, and h/c i would HIGHLY recommend that you take a bit of time and explore the content and stories there. heck maybe i will make a ficrec post for just tarsus angst. ok.

my INTENTION is to edit these posts later with little links to the other fic rec lists so that itll be easier to find. but., its me, so itll either happen in painful detail or not at all

asdjkdgh its 2:30am and i need to sleep and not be rambling incoherently again I WILL SAVE THIS AS A DRAFT. 

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[roccomoon]

a birth anniversary noticing

7.22.21

1036am

if you’re reading this, maybe you know me, maybe you don’t,

maybe you care, maybe you don’t,

theres no way i could know,

so i don’t really care,

but i do appreciate the energy,

and attention,

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its my birthday today, and im writing this,

typing it,

reflecting on how it feels,

an anniversary that notices when i first breathed life into this form,

it brings something tender, vulnerable, and sensitive out of me,

i woke up this morning, sat up, checked the time, and closed my eyes,

i sat until it felt i was ready to open eyes, i checked the clock,

20 minutes had passed,

all i saw was who i am, and how that wants to be,

how it already is,

but honestly, how that isness wants to be expressed,

theres so much i want to do,

and yet,

only ever one thing to do, that does all things,

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i remember being a young human,

feeling like i was just overflowing with a world inside of me,

it seemed like my dad was really important to a lot of people,

people showed up to his concerts and they cared about the things he said,

they cheered and applauded ,

i wanted that,

i tried to do it in sports,

and failed,

for the past 10 years,

I’ve really been doing my absolute best at creating meaningful art,

and admit-tingly , it always feels really nice when people care,

when they care enough to pay close attention,

when their attention is on me,

when i am in the center of someones attention,

and they’re absolutely focused on my expression,

performing music on stage,

acting in film,

seeing someone really grasp a tech idea that can be a huge business,

it feels really nice,

to be really seen and heard,

and felt , and noticed, and understood,

i guess i don’t need it,

but i actually do,

i have God’s love pouring through me,

and in many ways, that is the end all be all,

it is enough, but as my sadhana deepened,

i realized it was actually a bizarre western roman catholic christian trauma distortion to act like you don't need attention, or want to be the center of attention, or the center of your own galaxy, .. a star.

the west actually, because of toxic christianity mostly, has developed some kind of weird anti ego - egohood...

its like an ego complex about being anti ego...

like its frowned upon to want the spotlight or something...

but as sadhana deepened, and the Parusharthas unlocked much that was suppressed, ... i ... as i actually am, was unlocked, ... and allowed,

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there, here, is presence, that could go unnoticed by others, for centuries,

but i , rocco, now with integration, noticed,

that i actually need to be noticed,

i sat with this, and observed the reality,

i need it,

its not just a want,

it is a literal need. not just human. but a meta-physical need,

of every soul,

to varying degrees,

some more than others,

karmic structure is just as real as physical skeletal structure,

its about potential , and potential being wasted,,,, is sad,

the All is sad when such occurs,

so,

i need to be noticed,

in my growth and evolution,

it confirms that its happening,

and i only discovered this because i did my best to become invisible,

totally avoided my calling, and that "wanting" to being seen,

heard,

felt,

witnessed,

as a kid on tour, i practiced being invisible,

then in art, i wanted to become invisible so the art was seen, but i didn't get in the way,

but that was all still woven with fear of being seen,

for being seen as being the greatest living thing in existence,

which , i am,

i am literally the greatest living thing in existence,

,

not stuttering,

clarifying ,

i , am , the , greatest, living , thing , in , existence,

...

and i want, which is predicated on a need,

to be witnessed in that,

witnessed as attention, attention as awareness ,

awareness as love,

of, and for my evolution and expansion,

and not from lack, but from having,

from abundance,

from being, ,

,,

its not just a want,

its an actual human need,

that i acknowledge is sacred, and actually of divine accord,

why else would i be beaming with these desires,

to be seen and heard,

for no reason?

or for the one and only reason.

sat. chit. ananda.

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i remember being backstage, and getting in the way one time,

we were on tour with kiss, and lynyrd skynyrd,

and i got in the way,

these dudes were pushing huge container things on wheels down the hallway, and i think i was walking while playing pokemon on my gameboy... and my dad grabbed my arm tightly,

and in my eyes, told me to never get in the way like that,

always be aware and cognizant of what's happening around me,

so i did,

that wasn't the first time that happened,

but it was the last,

i was never in the way again,

well, there were probably times, but since then i have been keen on not being in the way if i don't have to be,

since then, i love being against a wall,

or in a corner,

so i am able to see everything that is occurring around me,

i love being able to see, everything, clearly,

even in life, if i go days or weeks without being on top of a mountain, or on a big wide open road, it feels like claustrophobia,,, like i need to see evvvvverryyyything around me... its like a clarification of where i am in relationship to everything around me... and what all those things are...

theres this scene in one of the jason bourne movies where he basically flexes as to how aware he is... he's like... theres 3 dudes over there... one just got divorced... 2 are well trained... then there 4 other dudes over there... one likes pickles... etc etc... its like a sherlock holmes thing too... who is another one of my favorite super hero style reference points amongst the all.

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it feels like that's what happened for several years,

i moved to la,

and just disappeared,

i needed to get bearings on who i was in relationship to literally everything else in existence.

i dissolved most the friendships i had from high school, and became a loner, and nocturnal,

i had actual human friends still, but now something changed,

and i was inward almost seemingly more than i was outward,

my friends were people who i didn't even know,

kid cudi, yeshua, tesla, einstein, thelonious monk,

artists, legends, great ones, channels,

and as i became more and more alone,

i became more and more aware of what i wanted to do with my life,

i wanted to channel the infinite into the finite,

and i although i thought i didn't need anyone to notice,

i realized, after a while of no one noticing, i did.

so if you're reading this. thanks.

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the i am witness seamlessly bright in awareness at these words,

as they move through my fingers and appear on the screen,

when i watch them appear on the screen,

it feels like a mirror,

to me,

that’s how it feels,

i had these sensations inside of me,

and they were just sensations,

but not i am typing those feelings,

and they show up as words on the screen,

that’s pretty cool,

i guess that must be what my dad feels when he plays the guitar,

they were just feelings and sensations inside of him,

and then , because he is a master craftsman ,

he is able to become a channel, and fully express himself into that form,

i feel that when i write,

i feel that when im acting, when the camera is on,

or even on stage,

i feel that when im performing a piece of music i really care about,

i feel like i haven’t felt that in a while with music honestly,

it feels like i got away from just being my most ridiculously authentic signal there,

and i wanted to be cool,

cool feels like death sometimes,

sometimes its nice when it happens, but sometimes it just doesnt feel like who i am,

i don’t think I’ve ever felt cool acting,

i don’t feel like like that’s what its for ,

for me,

i love feeling the feeling of completely disappearing, and feeling whatever is that, fully,

and not having an opinion about what the feeling is,

terror, horror, anger, jealously, hatred, pain, sorrow, torment, love, joy, bliss, fun, happy, friction, confusion, lostness,

whatever,

as long as im feeling it fully,

then i call that “perfection”,

i call that “missing out on nothing”

i call that “fully reflective”

im writing a book about it actually,

its called “moon theory”

“missing out on nothing” means nothing is missing,

when nothing is missing everything is perfect,

resistance-less-nes-

the state of no resistance,

wu wet, zero point, crystallinity , buddhic emptiness,

perfectness,

my version of it,

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…

so im sitting here,

writing this,

and noticing what is present for me,

and the other things i would like to be present,

that feel like, because i don’t see them outside of me,

but feel them within me,

they are missing,

but they are only missing from the outside,

they are present on the inside,

and that feels nice to distinguish,

they aren’t actually missing,

they are loading,

so they are coming,

coming into existence,

growing from thought, to feeling, to experiential manifestation,

from the inners of my inner awareness,

to the palpable touchable holographic matrix i access through senses,

that’s basically where im at right now,

nothing is missing,

but i notice what i would like to add to what is present,

i knew this last year too, but it was less accessible ,

less tangible,

as clarity,

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last night my mom said that jesus is the only way to God,

that made me sad ,

cuz yeshua literally came to me and said that not true,

he said folks misunderstood his teachings, and ran with em,

he literally said that he is the crystal soul self,

which all are, and so all can get to God,

and his teachings have been horrifically, violently misinterpreted,

he told me this,

and it feels sad sometimes when those closest to me don’t notice who i am,

it feels sad sometimes when it feels like those closest don’t see me,

or , like they haven’t taken the time to realize who and what i am,

that’s okay though, it gives contrast so when there is the feeling of being super heard, seen, felt, and understood, its clearly noticed,

i know who i am,

and amongst all the things pouring through me,

and into the holographic field of reality,

i am glad to be this one,

with the awareness i have,

,,,

enough thoughts for today,

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i phase out of rocco,

rocco’s eyes glaze over,

rocco looks up,

the channel opens like a flower,

we see rocco looking up to us,

we receive him with love,

he asks us,

what else should he write,

what else should he share with those who will read this,

he feels like not that many people will read it,

and so he feels less important,

because he compares himself to others so quickly,

we reassure him that is not appropriate ,

for the time will come ,

when everyone pays attention,

he feels our reassurance,

the reader wonders who is We,

we are rocco’s guardian guides,

yeshua is here,

gautama is here,

arch angel michael is here,

quan yin is here,

thoth is here,

gabriel is here,

st. germain is here,

melchizedek is here,

abraham is here,

ra is here,

we are rocco’s channel prism guardian gateway keepers,

rocco feels slightly scared to share this right now,

and we reassure him it’s okay,

for he is emptying into the infinite,

and dissolving into resolution,

you reading this is a sacred witnessing of a human beings dharmic resolution,

rocco looks up to us with a prayer hand emoji,

we look to him with the same,

this is enough for now,

thanks for reading,

thanks for paying,

thanks for your attention,

thanks for all you are,

ase, aho, amen, amun,

ra,

co,

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