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ikarakie · 1 year

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steve's favourite thing to do is interchange the names in songs with people's he knows. usually just as a bit of fun, like singing "gimme, gimme, gimme ro-bin after midnight!" to make her laugh in the car when she's had a bad morning. or, "i wish that i was dustin's girl!" in a horrific impression of suzie that makes the kid body slam him in retaliation.

so one day, when him and eddie are hanging out in his kitchen, amicably flitting around each other as they make food, he can't help himself. the drums start up from the radio in the corner and a smile spreads across his face, because he thought of this one weeks ago and has been dying to use it.

he whirls around and points at eddie, who's looked up at the sudden movement, with the business end of a wooden spoon. "oh, eddie you're so fine! you're so fine, you blow my mind! hey, eddie!" he takes a step forward, relishing in how munson's jaw drops to the floor. "hey, eddie!"

he does a sort of half shuffle, half dance around to eddie's other side, where he continues, jumping up and down and shaking his head back and forth with the beat, "oh, eddie you're so fine, you're so fine, you blow my mind!" he gets up in eddie's space, to where they're practically nose to nose, "hey eddie!"

"oh my god, what is happening?" eddie asks, trying his hardest to suppress a grin. steve continues to dance and sing like an idiot, abandoning the spoon on the counter to grab both eddie's hands and pull his arms back and forth in an attempt to get him dancing too.

by the start of the first verse eddie is half-heartedly bouncing along, watching steve with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. he thinks he's fucking beautiful like this- big blinding smile, full of energy- and takes a second to ponder the turns his life has taken to bring him here, in this moment. where steve harrington is singing a cheesy, upbeat love song at him, having replaced the name in it for his.

steve cups eddie's hands together and uses them as a makeshift microphone, belting out the lyrics to the chorus as eddie giggles along in the background. "-oh, eddie! what a pity, you don't understand," puts his best pouty face and places eddie's hand on his chest, over his heart. eddie's eyes widen. "you take me by the heart when you take me by the hand! oh, eddie, you're so pretty," really fucking emphasises the word pretty. because, damn. "why can't you understand? it's guys like you, eddie!" grabs him by the shoulders and rocks them both back and forth with each word. eddie's hand drops from his chest to circle around his waist, seemingly out of instinct, and fuck, he liked that.

eddie was staring at him now, sparkly eyed and hopeful. steve clasped his hands together at the base of eddie's neck, as he sung, a little less overzealous now, "oh, what you do, eddie, do eddie," as the gap between them got less and less. steve had to work to bite down the grin on his face.

"don't break my heart, eddie." he said, barely loud enough for them to hear over the music. eddie grinned, pressing their lips together as the chorus ended.

it was objectively bad, with the way they both smiled and giggled through the whole fucking thing, but god, who cares. to them, in that exact moment, it was the best damn kiss either of them had ever had.

until, that is, when eddie pulls back (very fucking regretfully) and realises something.

"we did not just have our first kiss to 'hey, mickey!' by toni basil." he whispers, in genuine horror. steve throws his head back with such bright laughter, still pressed against him, that it almost makes it worth it.

keyword almost, because then the menace leans back in, all coy, and replies, "i'm never, ever letting you forget it."

#steve plays the song at their wedding AND sings the eddie rendition into his ear #eddie cries like a baby #stranger things #prompt #steve harrington #imagine #steddie #stranger things prompt #eddie munson #steddie prompt #steve and eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #steddie headcanon #steddie hc #steddie fluff

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freyadragonlord · 10 days

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One of my favourite things about the end of The S-Classes That I Raised novel (major spoilers ahead),

is the realisation that the reason why Yoojin and Hyunjae's relationship looks so much like a love story at times is because it actually, honestly is.

Like, we know that sctir is a novel about love since the beginning, that's not surprising. Yoojin's capability for loving monsters (both literal monsters and the human kind) and the power of that love is at the centre of the plot.

But by the time you get to the end, you realise - and the author confirms this themselves in their final Note - that Yoojin's relationship and love for 2 specific people was the true core of the story, and what allows him to save the world in the end:

One is, of course, Yoohyun.

And that love is absolute; you cannot say that it's inevitable, cause we know Yoojin had to make a choice when he was a child between Yoohyun and his parents, and he almost chose his parents, but from the moment he decided to love Yoohyun onward, then it was unconditional and eternal. It's the love of a brother, but also the love of a parent and a caretaker.

And the other person is Sung Hyunjae.

And that love is not unconditional nor inevitable or absolute at all. It's not something that can be taken for granted. We actually see, because of how it ended between them before the regression, and thanks to the White Bird's power of seeing possible futures, that there were so many timelines where Yoojin and Hyunjae would have never come to care about each other fully (tho they are always at least somewhat interested in each other, because their personalities are actually really compatible).

But the White Bird also sees that the only possible future where the world is saved is the one where they love and hold on to each other. And that is how the story goes!

So, just like a romance novel, the necessary end is the one where they both love each other and accept that love. And it's not easy to get there! It's a slow burn.

From meeting to getting to know each other, appreciating each other's skills and intelligence, finding out they have fun together but still not trusting each other, to working on building that trust.

They go from a strong but superficial mutual interest to actually caring about each other as people.

Yoojin has to go through the self-doubt of feeling inferior and fearing that Hyunjae will lose interest in him. Hyunjae has to learn to stop pushing Yoojin away because he doesn't know how to handle having someone he cares about so much, and also someone that cares about him, because nobody in the world (except in part Song Taewon) likes Sung Hyunjae as a person, he is only ever admired from afar.

And in the end, after going through ups and downs and a few "break-up arcs", they make it. They accept their own feelings and each other's feelings.

And that's when Yoojin makes the choice to use the power that the transcendents gave him at the very beginning of the novel, to save Hyunjae. Not the world. Not even Yoohyun! Just Sung Hyunjae!

Yeah, the whole "gather 50 S-Class people", the very thing that gives the novel its title. That is not a power that is used to save the world!! It was meant to, but Yoojin is "selfish", and he will always choose to save the people close to him first.

And being able to love someone so selfishly gives Yoojin the power to save the whole world, too. As a bonus! A reward. Just a side effect.

So yeah. Is it romantic love? No. Canonically, there's almost no romantic love in the whole novel.

But is it a love story?? Yeah. Absolutely it is.

#these are my midnight thoughts #have a lot of feelings for them #870 chapters of “why do they have so many romance tropes lmao”#to realise that it is 100% the whole point of the story #reading the side story now #happy to report hyunjae continues to be hopelessly and shamelessly in love #sctir #sctir spoilers #the s classes that i raised #s classes that i raised #s classes that i raised spoilers #the s ranks that i raised #my s class hunters #jinjae #han yoojin #sung hyunjae

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nyashykyunnie · 8 months

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˗ˏˋ Sung Jinwoo Boyfriend Hcs: Part 2 ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

a/n: ya'll can stop mopping around sobbing cuz of the prev post so have some fluff and get rid of those tears. Credits to my mootie manawari for new ideas heheh

╰┈➤ ❝ [ I have to have you. I have to. I love you too much.] ¡! ❞

The type of boyfriend who takes you out on study dates. As much as he loves you being lazy and unproductive, Jinwoo prefers gently pushing you to have decent grades, but really, it's all just an excuse to have you spend more time with him.

If he wants to spend time with you, he would just make various excuse to have you come out of your home just like,

"My clothes are too small, help me pick out?" Instead, he buys you clothes as you help him pick outfits that suit him. "I'm hungry, so let's go out." He just wants to bring you to delicious restaurants so you can eat a lot and be a little chubbier. He loves you thicker and plumper after all. "My phone broke down so lets go to the mall after school" He does buy one for himself but he also gets one for you no matter how new your current phone is.

Cuddles? Oh he definitely is the touchy type behind closed doors. You could be peacefully passing by him to fetch your charger and then all of the sudden his strong arm would yank you out of balance and immediately tuck you into his embrace. Does he move? Nope. Brat even falls asleep in an instant just so you really cant get out of his hold.

Well to be fair, he is much more bearable unlike in the mornings where he really traps you in his hold. He would be sprawled around in bed, his strong arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you there no matter how much you complain and whine that you want to get up. He will, however, get up once you mention you are hungry. He picks you up sleepily and proceeds to make you both breakfast despite the fact that he is carrying you. Clingy boyfriends will be clingy boyfriends.

Jinwoo is a relatively quiet person, he prefers listening to you ramble around. While you babble on and on, he sneakily gives his hand to you so you can play with it. Poke his palms, trace his scars, and Jinwoo will close his eyes sweetly while relaxing into your playful fidgeting.

When he is feeling a little more playful, Jinwoo would suddenly wrap you in a blanket and turn you into a burrito so he could cuddle you tighter.

Jinwoo absolutely loves pampering you. Whether it'd be with his playful touches, his teasing, or him cooking your favourite meals— He does his best to show you how much he loves you.

But of course, Jinwoo has his own clingier side. Like the fact that he often leans down to you and opens his mouth lazily so you can feed him. He also adores resting on your lap and having his head snuggled up on your tummy whilst you fiddle around with his fluffy black hair.

Most people would call him a black cat from the way he carries himself. But you yourself know that he is a puppy in disguise. Always following you around like a tail, seeking your pokes and touches. Looking for playfulness.

He loves having your warm palms cup and squish his cheeks, he loves it when you compare hand sizes, he loves it when he carries you on his back, he loves every little thing you do.

If asked why he chose you out of everyone else, he simply says thus:

"Because I couldn't choose anyone else. I needed you. I needed to have you. I needed to be the one to love you."

#sung jinwoo #solo leveling #sung jin woo #solo leveling headcanons #solo leveling x reader #sung jinwoo hcs #sung jinwoo x gn reader #only i level up

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justarandombrit · 8 days

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Okay, so in case anyone couldn't make it to the livestream (and just because I wanted to), I wrote down some notes while watching it, so if anyone wants to read them, they're below the cut. (Also sorry ANI fans, my dad came in to borrow a pencil while the ANI segment was happening, so I missed a lot of it)

. There was a 4 minute long intro voice over before AVPM

. James watched AVPM

. 600,000 and Lauren plays the green screen piano

. 700,000 and Lauren does an architectural digest on the green screen house

. Jon really loves Ready To Go

. Darren keeps letting Joey know he sounds like shit on old recordings

. Pinball Pete’s burnt down 🙏🙏

. MAMD was the first student produced album to make the charts

. A Very Potter Sequel’s name came before A Very Potter Musical

. They accidentally wrote Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

. James gave Julia Albain leg splints

. During Starship the entire cast was breathing fibreglass

. Starship was called “knowingly amateurish”

. Darren was supposed to write 15 songs for Starship, but he got cast on GLEE

. Darren flew in to join a rehearsal as a surprise, ran in singing Beauty and everyone was so pissed

. Everyone still loves Kick It Up A Notch

. Nick: “Which was Holy Musical B@man-

Lauren: “Fuck yeah”

. They made up Sweet Tooth, and then found out he was an actual Batman villain

. Matt came up with “Calendar Man, your days are numbered” in his dream, and it was so good it forced him awake to instantly call Nick

. Everyone thought the flying machine joke was the best AVPM joke

. Goin' Back To Hogwarts Reprise made everyone cry

. AVPSY was five hours long

. Curt saw AVPSY

. Darren arrived 2 hours before the show and didn't get a chance to read through a lot of the script

. Darren came up with “I hope you find that swimming pool”

. Joey ate one banana on the day of AVPSY and during Sidekick went “I'm losing my vision”

. They had to pay the hotel union $11,000 to use THEIR OWN microphones, and Darren's STILL BROKE

. Jeff accidentally washed out his Aladdin hair dye

. A.J. Holmes had the same agent as Jafar's original VA, and they got him to do the intro and say “pee” and “poop” in Jafar's voice

. ANI was, as we know, expected to be a hit, and, as we know, it was not

. TTO was, as we know, expected to fail, and, as we know, did not

. TTO had a batshit cast party

. Pierce used to ask Matt insanely complicated questions before bed, e.g, “How did WWII happen?”

. Firebringer was a really old concept

. Literally no one questioned why the “I don't really wanna do the work today” clip had loads of people dressed as cavewomen + cavemen

. Firebringer was the first show Jon saw live

. They made up all the Hatchetfield shows at the same time

. Nick kept making sure Paul was having fun

. The song from the Pirate Show, “Born To Be Wretched goes so fucking hard. Like if a sea shanty was a musical theatre song essentially

. Mariah: “Rich gays, please give”

. Lauren choreographed Show Stoppin' Number

. People actually gave Lauren their phones when she asked in Inevitable, and they would take them backstage and take selfies before giving them back. One time it was locked and she shouted “WHAT'S THE PASSCODE?!?!?”

. Joey: “I'm in the middle of Wiggle”

. Everyone was ill during Black Friday

. Bryce saw Black Friday

. BRYCE GOT THE APPLE

. Nick told her “Interesting things happen here” when showing her to the seat

. Ahhh when Jeff played Tom…

. Angela was in Jaime’s improv class

. Angela is no longer on vocal rest

. Angela had to kill Sherman with a finger gun one night

. Will was 100% ready for NPMD

. Will was at a party they went to during A Very Starkid Reunion

. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR STARKID

. Rip Kim

. The Docks of Troutspear is sung by Matt’s favourite character (it also slaps)

. The Pit Stop in Hatchetfield livestream is going to be a tag team deathmatch

. I love Starkid so much

#starkid #team starkid #cinderella's castle #cinderellas castle #starkid productions

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sharoo · 17 days

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'Pass On' and the theme of Limbus

So. Canto 6 was finished today.

How we feeling fellas?

After the emotional rollercoaster that was the bittersweet finale, I found myself really focusing on the end credits and the song.

And... I think the thing I kept saying over voice chat to my friends really hit me.

We all know Pass On. Most of us have some favourite version of it. But I... don't think it ever affect me quite as hard until now (even the gorgeous Ishmael rendition of it). And that's pretty understandable - Heath is my favourite Sinner after all.

But this Canto put such emphasis on that theme - the determinism of alternate universes causing you to become your worst self, Heathcliff's upbringing making him think he can never be anything but a vagrant, the tragedy of losing Cathy.

Heathcliff gets to such a hopeless low point he distorts because of it!

Yet... he's brought back. And he shows he can change, that he was always capable of changing, of getting better.

And a part of this was also Heathcliff outright saying that he's not alright. That he's still hurting. But he still decides to fight.

I cannot understate how important to me the dynamic he has with Dante in this Canto is to me, how he shows humility and outright asks them, addressing them as Manager, what he should do because he's lost. How he says their ticking is what keeps him on his path.

And now... the Pass On sequence.

The lyrics of Pass On focus so strongly on a single wish - that you can move on from what hurts you, develop, grow, to the point that, one day, when you look back on your past, you will be able to smile.

Every Sinner who sings it sings it with a different cadence. Sometimes, it's unrealistic hope, sometimes it's a realisation. In Heath's case, it's a repetition of determination, but also allowing himself to grieve.

Because his ending isn't a happy one. He does get closure in learning Cathy's true feelings, but she's gone, and now his goal has changed to returning her to reality somehow, even though he has no guarantee of it or even an idea of how he'll do it. It's bittersweet.

And, after everything he's had to endure that day, all the heartbreak and scorn and self-hatred and rage and loss, he's on the bus, and he sings. Heathcliff does something that breaks my heart - he repeats the final lyric of "It's alright". Every Sinner before has only sung it once. But he sings it, and then pauses, during which time Dante's ticking can be heard, and then he repeats it.

"It's alright."

Limbus Company is a game about how no, things are not okay right now, and we are hurting, an grieving, and despairing, but... things will be okay, someday. You have people who will be there to help you. And maybe, one day, you'll be able to smile about it.

And Pass On is the essence of that.

It's pure, unfiltered hope.

#limbus company #heathcliff #heathcliff lcb #cant vi spoilers #crying as i type this #i loved this entire thing to bits

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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A Fine Line For A Special Someone (blurb)

harry styles x female reader

summary: it’s the last leg of love on tour, and harry just made show one that much more special for you

warnings: none:)

a/n; hi everyone, im gonna try and get some little things out today, so i hope you enjoy🩷

One of your favourite places to be was stood where you are right now watching your husband dance and sing across a stage in front of thousands of people. The atmosphere, the music and seeing him so enveloped and intertwined in his job and his passion was something you would forever love. It was the end of Love on Tour and the first show was today in Horsens Denmark, you’d been lucky enough to travel around with him for tour, and every city and corner of the world you had been too had just been absolutely stunning.

“So this song, is one that I’ve always loved..”

You locked your eyes onto Harry as he stood at the microphone getting ready to play another track, you didn’t know the full set list yet, he was usually tweaking it every now and then

“This song is also loved by a lot of you, and a lot of my fans, for a variety of reasons…but it also happens to be the woman i love’s favourite song as well…”

You glanced at the screen showing you now down where you were standing, a smile on your face as you waved to the crowd, shaking your head slightly in H’s direction

“This is my wife’s favourite song, and one she requested I play at least once on this final leg so…here’s fine line”

You couldn’t help the tears that lined your eyes, knowing just how special this song was to you, Harry looked over, blowing a kiss in your direction as he began to play the opening notes on his guitar. The crowd began to sing along, many sharing the same tearful expression you held as you sung with him.

Fine line had been one of the songs you’d loved since Harry had started to come out with more of his own music, the lyrics holding a deep rooted meaning and symbolism to them. Just as Matilda also captured many feelings and memories for you, Harry never failed to make you feel wrapped up in softness and comfort when it came to his music

“you sunshine you temptress, my hands at risk I fold..”

Harry’s eyes remained on yours every so often, the glances you shared holding many words that didn’t need to be spoken, lots of hidden messages for one another that held all the love in the world.

You watched the fans around you, some crying, others smiling and belting the lyrics out with him, you knew he meant just as much to them as he did to you. You’d always told Harry his fans felt like home for you as well, you felt like one giant family.

“we’ll be alright, we’ll be alright..”

There was no where else you’d want to be than in this moment watching Harry perform his heart out and giving his all on stage. Fine Line would forever be such a beautiful song not only for Harry and his fans, but for you, his darling, his favourite woman in the world, his wife.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x female reader #harry styles x girlfriend reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x wife reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles masterlist #harry styles x plus size reader #harry styles fan fiction #rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesanons<3 #ruesasks #ruesfriends❤️

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alice-apparently · 1 year

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can’t say i am all that surprised at loreen winning but i am extremely disappointed. just wanna say, that i don’t wanna be angry or upset at loreen—no one denies that she is an amazing singer/artist and she achieved an great feat w winning twice, good for her honestly—but the whole affair leaves an incredibly bitter taste.

While I personally didn’t enjoy tattoo all that much even when it came out, now it’s downright tainted. I enjoyed Euphoria so much back in 2012 and since. It felt special and fresh and drew you right in, it left a lasting impression. Tattoo… doesn’t. It doesn’t feel special, it doesn’t grab me, it’s a decent song but that’s really it. Whatever. Saw someone say that if it wasn’t sung by Loreen but an unknown young swedish singer europe’s people wouldn’t care about or for the song here and i gotta say I agree. Nostalgia, and Loreen being an established household name, her ESC fame and legacy, those seem rather to be the major reasons fuelling her win—and it now taints that exact legacy.

And I hate it. Even Euphoria now leaves a bad taste and I hate it. I am upset. It shouldn’t be this way. The consistent and great dichotomy between jury and public is just… ugh.

Look, I have historically always widely disagreed with all the jury votes and even lots of the public votes. A lot of my favourites this year, Czechia, Moldova, Slovenia, Austria, etc. placed low. Sucks.

But nothing hurts so viscerally as seeing a widely beloved act that was the CLEAR chosen one by the people shown in loud support and millions of votes—the absolutely smashed public vote—a song that represents so well of what we love about ESC, a truly unique, extraordinary standout song, an unusual genre, sung in a native language and bridging those barriers, some funky lil dude no one really has heard of before, a colourful show, and some deeper meaning if you look closer at it and just such a catchy and fun song—get absolutely FUCKED OVER by an elite chosen few (supposedly representing their country but how could they, they certainly didn’t ask us) in a system with VERY questionable origins.

So much unity in music and the europeans choosing for their favourite. The people have spoken. And they said Cha Cha Cha. Loudly.

And now Loreen bears the brunt of the mess, the people’s anger and her legacy stained and it’s not fucking fair, not for her, because the system DOESN‘T FUCKING WORK.

I am upset.

#eurovision #loreen #cha cha cha

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daisyblog · 22 days

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Arthur Went Viral

Too Young Masterlist Summary: A fan made a TikTok of Arthur at Louis and Harry’s shows.

Based on this request.

Since Arthur was young, it wasn’t unusual for him to be seen at a One Direction concert or of course his Dads or Uncle Harry’s show. So naturally a TikTok made by a fan went viral of the young boy living his best life enjoying the shows.

The clip begins with a short clip of when Arthur was around eight months old. One Direction were playing at Wembley for the week, and a fan captured the moment of Arthur wearing bright blue ear defenders, as he sat in his mothers arms who was swaying slightly to the music, as the boys sung ‘What Makes You Beautiful’.

Following onto a month later, with Arthur being nine months old. One Direction played their last show at Sheffield and of course all the boys families were there for the emotional day. A fan captured a special moment of YN lifting Arthur up towards the stage to Louis. Louis held the smaller version of himself and continued to sing his next line. But what caused the crowd to aww was when Arthur made grabby hands towards his Uncle Harry.

In the next clip is from Harry’s Live on Tour show in Manchester, a nearly three year old Arthur is standing between YN and Anne, as he holds onto both their hands tightly. Kiwi was always a favourite at the shows, so naturally Arthur jumped up and down as he watched his uncle sing on stage.

In Harry’s Live on Tour show in London, in 2018, YN and Louis who was carrying Arthur in his arms were videoed walking through the Arena. Fans waved and said “Hello” as they passed, causing Arthur to lift up his small hand wave back as Louis and YN smiled sweetly at the interaction between their son and fans.

With Love on Tour in full swing, YN and Arthur, along with Anne had flown out to America for Harry’s San Diego show. Standing on the sidelines, six year old Arthur is holding onto his Grandmother’s hands as they both dance along to Harry singing ‘Treat People With Kindness’. Anne spins her grandson around and another fan captured Harry smiling on the stage at the interaction between his mother and nephew.

YN and Arthur had flown to Paris to see Louis’ show with Lottie, Lewis and his grandparents. As they sat in the VIP box, fans were quick to capture small moment between the family members. Arthur was gently sat on pregnant Lottie’s lap. Many fans videos Louis pointing up to the box where his family sat, and the clip went viral of Arthur and Louis giving each other a thumbs up.

At Louis show in Doncaster, a short clip showed Arthur dancing with Ernest and Doris as Louis sung ‘Little Black Dress’. The three of them shouting the lyrics as they danced around in a circle.

YN and Arthur had spent the week travelling with Harry to Manchester and London for his shows at Old Trafford and Wembley Stadium. The mother and son were pictured and videoed as they were spotted by fans. Fans were quick to pressed record when Harry began to talk to the crowd at Wembley. “My favourite little person is here tonight” Harry looks up to the direction where he knows his family are sat. “Oh there he is! There’s my little man”. Harry waves at Arthur who is shyly clinging onto his mother’s arms as he realises a stadium is looking in their direction. “I know he loves this song, so I want to hear you all sing extra loud tonight Wembley”. As It Was begins and Arthur soon forgets about the looking eyes and starts to sing along.

It was the last Love on Tour show. YN and Arthur were walking with Anne and Darren to where they were going to stand ready for the show to start. Fans began to call their names as they passed. But the clip that circles TikTok that evening was Arthur joining Harry on stage for the Treat People With Kindness dance. “Give it up for my dance teacher everyone!”.

Arthur was missing Louis terribly so knowing he was going to his Sheffield, Manchester and London shows was exciting for the mini version of Louis. Arthur spent the entire night at Sheffield standing against the balcony, not taking his eyes away from his Dad on the stage. Fans caught Arthur cuddled up between Daisy and Phoebe at the Manchester show, his hand placed on Phoebe’s large bump.

Louis whole family and friends, including Anne, were at his show in the London O2. It was hard for the fans not to spot the large group as they sat on the higher level. “I’ve been so fookin’ excited to play here tonight…but even more so because my little lads here…where are yah Arth?”. Louis looked up and spotted a younger version of himself. “There he is…my boy…I love you lad and this next one is your favourite”. After shouting out loud to the full arena that he loved his Dad too, Arthur and YN danced and sung along to Silver Tongues.

Taglist: @jillsvalentinex @itsmytimetoodream @peterholland04 @youcan-nolonger-run @chronicallybubbly

#louis tomlinson #louis tomlinson fic #louistomlinson #louis tomlinson writing #louis tomlinson x reader #louis tomlinson fanfic #louis tomlinson fanfiction #louis tomlinson x y/n #louis tomlinson x oc #louis tomlinson x you #louis tomlinson series #louis tomlinson x styles!reader #louis tomlinson x yn!styles #louis tomlinson x harry's sister #louis x you #louis x reader #louis x yn #louis x y/n

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foryiujeans · 1 year

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strawberry milk.

synopsis. it was a habit of him bringing strawberry milk wherever he goes until one day he spills it on his crush.

pairings. shy!han yujin x crush!femreader.

warnings. none.

word count. 1.4k

general taglist. @forsobeans

“you have a crush on her?”

“hyung!” yujin whisper-yelled with wide eyes, “be quiet!”

him and his close friends and fellow dance members, gyuvin and gunwook, had stepped into the empty dance studio where he would soon be having practice with the rest of the team who would be arriving just any minute. this team included him, gyuvin and gunwook, along with four others, called junhyeon, hanbin, zhanghao and his crush, you.

han yujin was basically a normal type of student in the academy yet, so many were fawn of him although he was a shy fragile student.

the dark haired male surely had a huge crush on his classmate — y/n l/n. she was a bubbly girl who was friendly and also loved by many just like yujin. he never thought he’d would hold such giddy feelings towards someone. you were absolutely like a goddess to him.

gunwook shivered, “she’s pretty nice but when i saw that she was hanbin’s best friend, you’ll be dead meat if you mess with her.”

yujin held onto the strawberry milk carton in his hand, gently sipping on it with his cheeks that were bright red after imagining his crush in front of him. it was a daily routine for yujin to bring around a strawberry milk, it was a drink that always made him feel energetic throughout the day.

“i’m just gonna throw this away.” yujin says and watched the two friend nod before he went out of the dance practice room.

as he tries to step out of the room, he felt his hand collided with someone’s arm, causing his strawberry milk to jump out of his hand. he looks up and sees a familiar face he swore he could faint from embarrassment.

you were standing in front of him with zhanghao and sung hanbin behind you. face shocked by the sudden feeling of cold liquid through your shirt. your eyes met his hazel ones which were wide open by the spilling he had done.

“y-y/n, i’m so sorry!,” he stammered, quickly searching for tissues in his pocket, “i didn’t see you!”

he offers you his sanrio pack of tissues, making you take it. yujin wanted to cry and run away from you out of shame. the accidental spill on his own crush made him surprised.

“yujin, it’s fine. i have a bunch of spare shirts, it’s not like the end of the world.” the smile you gave him almost caused him to melt.

gunwook and gyuvin both rushed to the door after hearing the collision, eyeing the both of you awkwardly and seeing yujin’s tomato-like red face with you smiling and holding his hands together while forgiving him.

gyuvin was close to burst into laughter but had kept it in with pursing lips, “y/n, you should go change before he breaks down.”

a laugh escapes your lips, “sure, see you inside hao and bin.”

the two boys then went in together with the rest of the boys with yujin eyeing you from behind in an apologetic face. his hand gripping the end of gunwook’s shirt, waiting for you to change before class starts.

he then started hearing the loud teasings of the four males for spilling his daily milk on his favourite person. yujin’s hair covered his eyes, shadowing his view with the strands of his baby hairs.

the door then opened, viewing you in a brand new black shirt with shorts, holding onto your phone. you walked in with wang zihao who you had met in the hallway to announce things for the dance lesson today since the choreographer was late.

“hi guys, choreographer is late today but you should do some warming up,” he smiles, “he had assigned two people for a duet choreographed by themselves which is yujin and y/n, okay my krumping class is starting, see ya.”

you had shared eye contact with the male who had spilled his milk on you across your figure, who was leaning against the mirror.

"hey y/n?"

"hm?" you hum. "you need something, yujin?" you ask as you looks up at him. you can see the adoration in his eyes as he stares at you. your stare makes him look away, cheeks blushing bright pink.

“i-i’m really sorry for spilling milk on you so, i bought a strawberry milk for y-you.” he rubs the back of his head.

“and since we’re togeth- wait no! we’re in a duet together, i think we should discuss about it.”

you chuckle at him. then you felt something was placed on your hand. you crossed your eyes to look at your hand, mouth agape. then, you see that his hand was beside yours once he sat down beside you in hesitation.

"we should compare hand sizes."

he averted his gaze from the mirror and raised an eyebrow at the you lounging beside him. "really?"

you hummed, taking his hand in yours to see such a big difference between your small short slender fingers with his slim tall ones, intertwining them together which he looked at you in surprise.

the cool air conditioner ruffled his fluffy hair, and he bit down on the urge to run his free hand through the soft strands. it was a beautiful memory, really, watching you be at peace with nary a care in the world.

tucking your knees under your chin, you rested your cheek on them. "did you run out of ideas already?"

"old is gold.," he quipped, finally sliding his eyes to meet yours. a mischievous smile adorned your lips as you said, "though we can try something else if you want; how do you feel about comparing feet sizes?"

“y-y/n!” he stutters in shock.

a laugh escapes you and gripping his hand tighter in yours which was resting on the cold wooden floor, “come on, i have loads of ideas and a song in mind.”

seeing and feeling you tug his hand, you had stood up and offered him a smile which he slowly returned and stood up with you. he felt his friends eyes behind him with the quiet whisper-laughs and teasing. yujin only smiled to himself, watching you type the song on the laptop.

this happened all because of a strawberry milk.

a/n ! thank you so much for reading and giving me requests. i’m thankful that you guys enjoyed reading it and giving all the notes and support. i do not own any characters, music or pics given, will definitely work harder for the next ones !

signing out, miaaa hihi !

#zb1 oneshots #boys planet imagines #boys planet x reader #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 imagines #han yujin #han yujin imagines #han yujin x reader #yujin zb1 #yujin imagines #yujin x reader #han yujin zerobaseone

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themissinghand · 1 year

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Solo-Leveling: With You, I Am home

Summary: In which even the Shadow Monarch needs a hug. Pairing: Sung Jin-Woo x Hyung! Male Reader

Note: Hyung (형) in Korean means “older brother” and is used by males to call other males.

Warning: Tiny spoilers (if you squint) for the manhwa ending if you haven't read to the end yet.

"Jinwoo-ah, welcome back."

"Hyung."

The S-class hunter immediately hugged the older and let out a sigh of relief. His hyung held him close, gently patting his back and letting him fully lean on him.

Sung Jinwoo liked this side of his hyung.

No questions, no extra words were needed for him to know the situation. It was as if his hyung knew the entire time, yet still comforted him in times in need.

Like now, where they just shared the silence as they stood in the middle of the living room of his hyung's house.

It wasn't awkward like he imagined it to be. It was actually something Jinwoo needed.

For all the attention he's getting, he's always surrounded by people, by things and so much noise. Sometimes, he just wants to escape, wants to shut his ears and pretends he hears nothing, and nothing is wrong,

But he can't.

He's the only one that possibly stands up to the other monarchies and protect the world from chao.

He has to be the one.

No, he is only one who can save the world.

"You hungry?" Jinwoo snaps out of his trance and saw that his hyung was dragging him to the table. He blinks but says nothing as he simply lets the older do his thing.

"Yes." Jinwoo says after he sits down and watches his hyung put on an apron.

"Okay, I'll make something. You can call your soldiers too."

"They don't need to eat."

"Hm. Well they could get some fresh air." He smiles and then points to Beru, who jumps in the shadow in shock that he was found so easily.

"Beru seems to want to appear the most." Jinwoo opens his mouth in a small gasp, but nods.

"Okay."

"Good. Give me some time and I'll make your favourites."

"Okay." His hyung immediately rushes to the kitchen and gets to work.

Once Jinwoo summons some of his soldiers, Beru immediately rushes to his side.

"My liege, is he perhaps-"

"No." Jinwoo denies immediately.

"But he has always identifies us in the shadows without looking. Do you perhaps think that he is-"

"No." He repeats again in a firm manner.

"My liege."

"Hyung is just a normal person."

And Jinwoo plans to keep it that way.

Don't get him wrong, his hyung is still strong despite not being a hunter.

He remembered getting a red bump on his head whenever he did something stupid. His hyung would always flick his forehead whenever he did anything reckless or stupid.

Jinwoo still doesn't know how his hyung was able to still do so despite getting so much stronger.

But Jinwoo doesn't think any more than that, besides assigning another one of his soldiers to guard him.

If his hyung chooses to stay like this, then Jinwoo has no right to interfere.

Just as his hyung trusts and treats him well, he will return his trust and goodwill tenfold.

"Finally done!"

Once he sees his usual comfort food in front of him, he digs in without worry, without fear and without stress.

It's warm and delicious and hearty. Food that Jinwoo doesn't get to enjoy every day when he's on the hunt.

"Honestly, you've been starving yourself haven't you?"

Jinwoo doesn't answer, he was too busy chewing his food.

"How is it?" Jinwoo swallows.

"Hyung's food is the best."

Jinwoo eyes turned up when he hears a snort and then a small chuckle.

"Honestly, what would you do without me?"

He could only reply with a sheepish grin.

If only Sung Jinwoo could enjoy the rest of his days in such simple yet wholesome way, perhaps he would not have to suffer as much.

Perhaps his loved ones would not have worried so much

Perhaps he would have just lived like normal people.

Perhaps, he could have been happier than he was now.

Perhaps, Sung Jinwoo would not regret it when he chooses to go back in time to save the world.

"Hyung, I'll be back." He whispers, leaving the past behind.

"Take care."

Jinwoo turns around.

He swore he heard something in the distance, or was he losing sense of self after so many years?

Without reason, Jinwoo smiled instinctively, as if he knew something good was going to happen.

"I'll go home soon."

"Jinwoo-ah."

It's been a while, is what Jinwoo wanted to say. But he's too surprised to say another word.

As always, his hyung always surprises him.

Was he blessed? Was he a special being like him? Jinwoo would never know.

But does it really matter?

When he gets to eat his hyung's food again.

"Hey, I'm here. Hyung is here to listen. It must've been hard."

When he's in his embrace again.

"You did well."

When he could finally lean on someone else again.

#solo leveling #sung jinwoo #sung jin woo x reader #manhwa #solo leveling spoilers #sung jin woo

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jaywonjuice · 7 months

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📄🖇️ — small town ~ l.hs

synopsis you and your long-time best friend are together at your shared favourite hideaway spot, the roof of the local gas station, when he delivers some news that shatters your small-town world.

pairing heeseung x gn reader

genre non idol au, best friends to lovers, slight angst (hardly), fluff, oneshot

request: “prompt 21 w heeseung?? 🤍” ; prompt #21 talking about the future together

warnings sfw intimacy, kissing

wc 772

sat cross-legged on the roof of the gas station, you inhaled deeply, the crisp evening air filling your lungs. you’d always loved this spot for the brief respite it provided whenever you were feeling troubled or anxious. it was the one pocket of this small town where you were allowed to relax and just be yourself, away from all the judgemental stares and pressures - that is, together with heeseung, of course.

it had always been the two of you. from the moment heeseung first spotted you with your legs dangling over the edge of the roof, staring out into the sky, he’d wanted to know you. the two of you had quickly become close as a result of always being so honest with eachother, and the gas station became your spot, where you’d come whenever you needed to rant or relax.

‘i feel like this town is eating me alive,’ heeseung spoke up suddenly.

you turned to look at him sat next to you. leaned back on the palms of his hands, hood up, head tilted to watch the dusk sky, you thought he looked rather handsome. but he always looked handsome. you pushed the thought down.

‘yeah,’ you agreed. ‘i know the feeling.’

his expression remained pensive as he regarded the sea of suburban rooftops that stretched out down below. ‘don’t you ever wish you could just get out of here?’

‘yeah of course, but…’ you chewed on your bottom lip. ‘i’ve got to be realistic. i can’t afford to go to a big city uni, chances are i’m going to have to go local and that means being stuck here for at least a few more years.’

when heeseung didn’t reply, you looked over his way again. his eyes met yours. he had such a serious look about him tonight, you weren’t used to seeing him like this and honestly it was kind of scaring you.

‘my dad’s friend has offered me a work placement at his company in the city,’ he said quietly, eyes not leaving yours, as if watching for your reaction.

you felt your stomach drop.

‘and i think im going to say yes.’

you stayed silent, not knowing what to say. he broke his gaze, and surveyed the street below again before continuing.

‘i’d start before the month’s out,’ he shrugged. ‘the pay’s decent, it’s good experience, and most importantly, it gets me the hell out of here.’

another gut punch. you did your best to hide your hurt at the sudden vitriol for your shared hometown coming from your best friend. sure, it was no secret the place was boring, there was never much to do and the people weren’t particularly friendly, but you thought that you were in all of that together, thought you had each other. this was where all your memories with heeseung were. where you first met, where you laughed together til you cried, where you’d danced on the roof, sung at the top of your lungs. this was the place where he first saw you cry. where you’d stargazed, invented games, played make-belief.

it gets me the hell out of here.

‘well, i- that’s great hee. i’m happy for you, really,’ you looked away, avoiding his eyes, willing yourself not to tear up.

‘yeah. right.’ his voice sounded altered, hollow.

‘i mean, it’s not like i have anything to keep me here.’

feeling his eyes on you, you turned. his expression was like you’d never seen before. the boy you’d known was laid back, carefree, funny. the look on his face now was urgent, purposeful.

‘it’s certainly not like i have anyone to keep me here, is it?’

your heart raced in your chest. surely this wasn’t what it sounded like. an impenetrable silence sat between you.

‘what if you did,’ you said finally, choosing your words carefully. ‘what if you did have someone to make you stay?’

‘then they’d have to do just that, i guess. make me stay.’

he leaned in towards you suddenly, causing your breath to hitch. heeseung’s face now hovered inches away from your own.

‘how… might they do that?’ your voice came as barely a whisper now.

heeseung leaned in even closer, his lips almost brushing your ear, breath warm against your cheek as he spoke softly ‘why don’t you just show me?’

you turned to face him and your lips collided, anything and everything else seeming to fall away around you as his hand went to the small of your back, holding you to him as he kissed you.

you felt him smile into the kiss. he’d waited years for this.

you both had.

a/n aaaa my first heeseung piece has landed !! tysm anon for requesting this, i hope you enjoy reading and that i didn’t stray too far from the prompt ..’) i was considering it as reader and heeseung approaching a crossroads re. their future, and whether it might be shared or separate !!

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musicforastylesrestaurant · 10 months

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Styling Mr. Styles.

harry styles were in desperate need of a hair stylist for one direction’s uk leg of tour culminating in 2015.

although he doesn’t do much with his hair before shows, perhaps a bit of gel and hairspray here and there, he needs someone who can cut his hair when he feels it’s necessary and someone who he can just talk to when he needs a bit of space.

and he knows for a fact that hair stylists always talk the most, so he needed to hire one, a hair cut could take place at any given moment and although his hair was long he liked to keep it in check.

so when his good friend lou teasedale recommends (Y/N). harry’s quick in taking the recommendation and hires you.

so the autumn of 2015 was bound to turn out a good one, especially when your surrounded by all your close friends and some even closer.

authors note - this is my first time writing a series as i’ve only ever written just one shots before so this is brand new to me. this mini series will include real life events that have taken place during the 2015 leg of the on the road again tour. harry is 21 in this fic and (Y/N) is 19, so there is a slight age gap.

warnings - explicit language, angst, mentions of domestic abuse, slight innocent reader, mentions of alcohol, social anxiety and panic attacks, badly written smut.

prologue. [published - 06.07.2023]

in which, harry is in desperate need of a hair stylist, so when his good friend recommends you, with a lot of persuasion you decide to take the job. having no idea what the future will have in store for you and for him.

chapter one.

in which, it’s your first day on the job and your best friend decides to drive you up to london so that you have a familiar face when you arrive. that’s where you properly meet everyone and even have some one on one time with a certain curly headed lad.

chapter two.

in which, it’s the first show of the uk leg of tour, and getting to know everyone you’ll be seeing for a prolonged period of time leaves someone in a slightly angry mood, which is an especially bad thing when you’ll be styling his hair in a few minutes.

chapter three.

in which, after an article appears of you being seen at the show surfaces, you panic about certain people seeing it. but due to the circumstances you have to move on quickly and move on to your next tour location. the home of the man your starting to develop a crush for. manchester.

chapter four.

in which, you’ve got a fear of flying that no body knows about, and after some gentle persuasion someone occupise the seat next to you. gesturing a cutie named lux and the wonderful city of glasgow.

chapter five.

in which, you introduce the curly lad to your favourite tv show, and arriving in your next destination he decides to take you on a tour of there set. the day ends with fireworks and a heart full of gratitude. all thanks to him.

chapter six.

in which, you’ve all arrived in the country that makes up 1/4 of the band. the lovely ireland. where nightmares take place, and the truth about your past finally comes to surface. hair gets braided and a mechanical bull lingers in the background.

chapter seven.

in which, getting ready to head to the next tour location begins all cute and fluffy, as if nothing can burst the bubble you and him have created, but an oblivious maid interrupts that bubble, leaving the two of you feeling vulnerable and create a whole other issue that leads to the two of you telling the truth.

chapter eight.

in which, events take a turn for the better as you and him cuddle in his bunk on the tour bus, where you start to feel good and the afternoon ends with saccharine lullabies. leaving both of you to let the feelings you have for each other to linger in the back of your minds.

chapter nine.

in which, another article reached the eyes of one direction fans and family, a flashback occurs in the midst of the chaos your mind is enduring upon yourself and an unrealised song gets sung for the first time, putting you once again in the spotlight.

chapter ten.

in which, waking you up with breakfast in bed, the curly headed lad had a very important question to ask you that will need a very important answer.

epilogue.

in which, it’s the finale chapter of your and his story so there’s one thing to say… welcome to the final show…i hope your wearing your best clothes.

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gemsofgreece · 5 months

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Happy November 17th with music!!!

Greece has three national holidays; March 25th, the Independence Day, October 28th, the ΟΧΙ (No) Day aaaaand November 17th, the Polytechneio Day.

In fact, November 17th is considered a semi-national day, as it doesn't commemorate an ethnic uprising against some foreign oppressor or invader but the political intranational uprising against the Colonel Dictatorship of 1967-1974. It is the anniversary of the revolt that took place in the National "Metsovion" Technical University of Athens (Εθνικό Μετσόβιο Πολυτεχνείο - Ethnikó Metsóvio Polytechnío) by its students in November 1973. (Greek Polytechneia are high education engineering universities, so they are not the equivalent to technical schools.) The uprising was the most impactful anti-junta movement in Greece - students commandeered the University, operated a radio station and started protesting against the junta and spreading effectively the message to the Greek people, who started gathering around the school. Their effective protests harmed the dictators, who sent the army to surround the university and threaten the students. While the students and the junta were still in negotiations, the army broke the academic asylum, a tank demolished the gates and soldiers invaded the school. During the episodes that ensued, there were 40 deaths and more than 2,000 injured reported. The Polytechnic movement did not bring down the junta, however it was a crucial contributor to its weakening and to the spread of awareness against it across the globe. (The dictatorship eventually fell about half a year later, during the Turkish invasion of Cyprus, in which Greece failed to provide significant assistance to Cyprus or even protect its own interests.)

The spirit of the university's revolutionaries as well as the general hardship Greece went through in those seven years were the inspiration for a lot of great artists, particularly poets and musicians, and birthed numerous classic Greek songs. Below are four of my favourite ones, from the many that became symbols of this era, and are today sung by school choirs across the country!

Ὀταν σφίγγουν το χέρι - When they clench their fist

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Ο Δρόμος - The Road

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Θα σημάνουν οι καμπάνες - The bells will toll

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Είμαστε δυο - We are two

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Lyrics of the last one in English:

We are two, we are two, it's eight o'clock, turn off the light, the guard knocks, they'll come again at night one in the front, one in the front, and the rest will be following him, then silence and what follows is the usual again. They hit twice, they hit thrice, they hit one thousand thirteen times, you are hurting, I am hurting too but who is hurting the most, only time will tell.

We are two, we are three, we are one thousand thirteen, we ride the times, in time, in rain blood thickens in the wound and the pain turns into a nail. (x2)

The avenger, the saviour, we are two, we are three, we are one thousand thirteen.

#greece #europe #history #greek history #music #songs #polytechneio day #polytechnic uprising #november 17 #greek songs #greek music #lyrics #greek culture #Youtube

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naavispider · 6 months

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Ok so the last part in “Jake’s first flight” soundtrack in Avatar is Ninat praying to Eywa, and that game me an idea. What if the recoms squad camped somewhere near a lone tree of voices and Spider took the opportunity to bow at its roots and sing prayers? How would they (mostly Quaritch tho) react to it? To him singing in Na’vi, and in a religious context?

The moss was a soft blanket under his knees. He knelt down amongst the tender, lilac tendrils of the Tree of Voices like he was on hallowed ground. Every movement had to be soft, considered and mindful. This was a place where Eywa saw all.

“Great Mother, I pray for the wellness of my family. I pray for the prosperity and safety of the People. Let the be okay. Let them escape the terror of discovery.” He carded his fingers through a few glowing branches, as softly as he could, and closed his eyes while holding them. “Most importantly, I pray for forgiveness for my part in that terror. I will be strong, but I know it is not enough. I pray that you can forgive me for being with the Sky People. I pray that you can forgive me for the evil in my veins. Look into my heart and know that it is with the People. Ma Eywa, forgive me.”

When he opened his eyes, he was still as alone as he could be. A soft breeze rustled over the grass around him, and for a second he swore the tree grew brighter. He splayed one hand on the ground as his heartbeat picked up, keeping the other gently holding the tree’s tendrils. It had always been his way of connecting to Eywa without a kuru. “Ma Eywa,” he whispered through closed eyelids, feeling more certain than ever that she was listening.

“What the hell are you doing, kid?”

In an instant, it was over. The wind died and the light dimmed. Spiders heart sank as he opened his eyes in anger, immediately raging that none other than Colonel Miles Quaritch had interrupted.

“Minding my own business,” he growled, standing up and turning around to glare at Quaritch.

Quaritch however, seemed oblivious to Spider’s ire. “What was that?” he asked, a frown forming on his face as he gestured at the tree.

Spider narrowed his eyes, not sure if he wanted to share that most precious moment with the RDA squad leader. He bit his tongue for a moment. “Nothing.”

Quaritch looked suspicious. He tilted his head to the side and his tail swished agitatedly behind him. Eventually he decided to take Spider’s word for it. “What are you doing over here by yourself? Come back to the squad.”

Spider turned his back, resuming his position on the floor. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Spider-“

“Leave me alone.”

Quaritch clearly felt some type of way about this, because he hesitated before answering. “If you get eaten by some beast don’t blame me.”

Spider rolled his eyes at the man’s attempt at humour, and didn’t respond. If he did, it wouldn’t be pleasant. He waited until the sound of the recom’s boots had retreated all the way back to where the rest of the temporary camp was set up, a decent distant away from the tree. He closed his eyes again, trying to get back to that place of calm and stillness that had allowed Eywa to hear him. He lowered his breathing and heart rates, and tried to focus on feeling her energy, but the moment was gone.

“Demons!” he cursed.

He took a deep breath, and settled back on his haunches, listening to the low buzz of the forest as he brought to the forefront of his mind a song. In a low voice, he began to sing:

Utralä (a)Nawm ayrina’l(u) ayoeng, A peyä tìtxur mì hinam awngeyä N(a) aysangek afkeu, Mì pun N(a) ayvul ahusawnu, M(ì) aynar Na seze A ’ong ne tsawke. Utralä (a)Nawm ayrina’ l(u) ayoeng, A peyä tìrol m(ì) awnga.

The song told of the connectivity of the People, and Spider had heard it sung and joined in countless times during periods of loss and also celebration. It was one of his favourite ways to pay tribute to Eywa.

Unfortunately for him, his singing hadn’t gone unnoticed. He was brought back to reality by a piercing whistle from the camp. He gasped, spinning round to see who or what had just invaded his privacy again.

“Shut it Lyle,” Quaritch chastised from not too far away.

Wainfleet looked smug as anything, grinning from ear to ear, but he had the common sense to not speak again.

“Bastards,” Spider hissed.

Quaritch put his hands up, slowly approaching Spider’s spot under the tree as if Spider was a scared animal and he was worried about spooking him. “That was pretty impressive. That was all in your funky alien language?”

Spider simmered, clenching his fists at his side. Why he ever bothered trying to teach Quaritch the funky alien language, Spider didn’t know. “Are you trying to piss me off? Cause it’s fucking working.”

“Hey, don’t give me that,” Quaritch said, making a faux offended expression. “I was just thinking how nice it sounded.”

Spider raised an eyebrow. That sounded like some bullshit. “Did you fall over a blastbulb or something?” Maybe the recom was sick.

"Can I not enjoy something?"

Spider squirmed uncomfortably. Not when it comes from me. "No."

Quaritch took a seat next to Spider. The tree of voices's branches brushed over the recom's shoulders and he pulled them off gently. "Sounded real special."

"It was," Spider replied, deadpan. He so did not want to be having this conversation with Quaritch. Especially not here, so close to Eywa.

"What does it mean?" Quaritch pressed. He sounded sincere for once, so Spider grit his teeth and tried to explain.

"It's a song about connectivity. It tells us that we're all seeds of the sacred tree. We are all of Eywa, and eventually we will all return to her."

"Eywa...?"

"The Great Mother."

Quaritch nodded his head as if he'd just put the name to the colloquialism. "Gotcha."

Spider stared at him sideways. Why did he care? Why was he listening to him?

"And this Eywa, she's the big daddy around here, right? The one all the local nuts are obsessed with..." He didn't say it as a question, more like a memory that was coming back to him from a previous life. "I remember Augustine..."

Spider flinched at the mention of Kiri's mom. He also wasn't used to anyone talking about Eywa in such a dismissive and disrespectful way. He'd never heard that before. "You don't see, so just stop talking."

Quaritch had the gumption to look confused.

"You think it's something to joke about. Well I don't want to hear it. Go slander her name to your boyfriend." He nodded over to Wainfleet.

"Woah, kid!" Quaritch was clearly baffled at Spider's response. "I didn't mean to offend. Don't get yourself riled up. I just wanna know why you believe so much in this... this deity."

"...Why do I believe?"

"That's right."

Spider thought about it for a moment, running his hands over the moss beneath him and watching it glow. "....Because she's real."

"Ah ah!" Quaritch made a disappointed face as if Spider had just lost a game or answered a question wrong. "That's a logical fallacy. I'm asking you what evidence do you have."

Spider frowned.

"I mean, there must be a lot if you're willing to sit and sing a song to a tree for half an hour for her."

He bristled, trying not to let Quaritch's language rile him up. "She lives in all of us," he began to explain slowly. "When we die, we return to her and the People can hear their ancestors living on at places like this. She guided Jake through her eye and blessed him with a new body." He shrugged. "If you want evidence, talk to the science guys. Oh wait..." He looked straight at Quaritch. "You already killed one of them."

Quaritch kept his face impassive, though he stretched his jaw, taking in Spider's words. "We've all wished for do-overs, kid," he finally replied, so quietly that Spider wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. Was Quaritch trying to say that he regretted killing Grace?

"You don't belong in a place like this," Spider said, having finally had enough.

"What? And you do?" Quaritch appraised him, an irritated frown line forming between his eyes. "Look at you. You can't even plug into the thing."

Spider snapped, hissing at Quaritch. How dare this man invade his privacy - invade Eywa's sacred site - spew doubts and insults and then attack Spider for not being Na'vi... "Get out!" he yelled, needing the man to retreat to at least a few feet away from the tree's edge. Preferably the middle of a deep lake with weights on his feet, if possible.

"Right, you're kinda sensitive about that, huh?"

"I said get OUT!" A breeze had swept up in the past minute or two, seeming to circle where the pair were sat. At Spider's words, it turned ice cold.

"Jesus!" Quaritch cussed, noticing the dramatic change in temperature. He stared questioningly at Spider, who remained resolutely planted on the ground, the temperature not appearing to affect him. After a second of hesitation, Quaritch got up to his feet and hastily retreated back to the camp, watching Spider the whole way.

Spider didn't know why the cold didn't bother him. He could feel it for sure, but only as if he was a passenger in his own body, feeling without really experiencing. His heart was hammering twice its usual speed. That was the second sign from Eywa today. He didn't know how or why, but it seemed like she had heard him.

She'd heard him.

"Thank you, Great Mother," he muttered, so quietly that no one would be able to hear, even Quaritch, who was stood on the perimeter of the tree, staring at Spider as if he was finally learning to See.

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Michael B Jordan x actress!reader

I fell in love with Killmonger again thanks to Wakanda Forever 💖😍 After rewatching my favourite Michael B Jordan movies, I couldn't help but disassociate a little bit. So, hope you enjoy it! 💘✨

│CASTING

Y/N always knew she wanted to be an actress. Since she was a little girl and watched with her grandmother some novelas, trying to memorize the lines so she could recite it late at night in her bed. She dreamed to one day star in one of the Hollywood films she had grown up watching; one day she would meet her favorite actors and, if she was lucky, perform alongside them.

At eighteen, with a scholarship for a theater course and her dreams, she moved to LA. The first few weeks were magical; everything was new, and she found herself walking through the locations of her favorite movies. The fantasies quickly ran out of steam; the scholarship was full but didn’t cover her expenses, and with her savings dwindling and the money running out like water, Y/N needed a job.

Luckily, a Mexican restaurant was hiring, so Y/N put her Spanish skills to use and got the job with a little persistence and kindness. Although it was a part-time position, she occasionally put in extra time to make up for going out to auditions.

It was her 100th casting test when her nineteenth birthday arrived. Her roommates sung "happy birthday" and bought her a cupcake. Wishing she had lucky, Y/N blew the candle.

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"They're looking for a Latina actress between the ages of 18 and 24." Julie, one of her roommates, said while grabbing a flyer. "They left it at the college; I thought you may give it a try."

“I guess; It won't harm to give it a shot.” Y/N muttered.

That's how she ended up in a chair, dangling her feet nervously, waiting her turn. Each girl returning from the test had a mixture of delight and disappointment on their faces, leaving her confused. Y/N reread the script for the fiftyth time when her name was called. Before stepping into the room, she took a big breath.

“So when you're ready, Y/LN.” As he sat down next to three other people, the producer spoke.

Y/N inhaled deeply, closed her eyes to get into character, and started reciting her lines.

"The real monsters don’t hide in the dark, under your bed, or in the woods." While speaking, she slowly raised her gaze. “They live with us; we pass them on the streets daily."

"The truly terrifying monsters are the ones who smile at you before stabbing your back."

Y/N clenched her jaw and took a moment to reflect.

"The real monsters are the ones we call family. The ones we trust with our darkest secrets and fears. Those who should be protecting us are the first to twist a knife in the face of our faults when we least expect it." As she spoke, tears started to form in her eyes.

Y/N expressed gratitude and waited for the producer's debate with his assistants. She wrung her hands nervously, doing a breathing exercise to keep calm.

"Well, we appreciate your performance, but we need to see if you get along with the cast." The producer spoke up, pulling out a piece of paper and holding out his hand. "Memorize these lines and return in about ten minutes.”

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When Y/N returned, someone was already standing in the center of the room. It was a tall man dressed in a sweatshirt ensemble, his face was tilted as he held the script in his hands.

"Ready, Y/LN?" The man turned around in response to the producer's question.

Y/N gasped as she realized that the person she would be acting with was Michael B. fucking Jordan. She brought her hand to her mouth to pull herself together, nodding her head for them to begin.

"You can't believe what they say; it's all just lies. They want to play with your mind, manipulate you so you won't be able to escape their sick game." Michael stated incisively.

"It's funny because they said the same thing about you." Y/N replied while focusing on his eyes. "Why should I believe you are telling the truth?"

"I’d never lie to you." When she turned away, he assured her.

“Well, it seems that they were right. You cannot prove your point.” Y/N said as she started to leave.

Michael held her arm, pulling her back into place and lessening the previous distance.

"And how did they prove it to you? What was the excuse, huh? that they are your family?"

Y/N anxiously bit her lip.

"I can't force you to believe what I say; that is your own choice to decide which course you will take.” Michael spoke while resting his hand on her chest's left side.

While struggling to hold his eyes, Y/N gasped, her heart beating and her cheeks flushed.

"Your heart will tell you what to do; follow your instincts, and if it decides to go beside me,” He held her chin with his other hand. “I'll be waiting for you."

The intensity of his words gave Y/N shivers, and she had to use all her self-control to keep from fainting in his arms.

“How can I tell if I'm making the right decision? “ As his palm touched her cheek, Y/N asked while tightly closing her eyes.

"You can't, but you've to believe in yourself." Her eyes opened as Michael ended the scene; they stared at each other for a few seconds before the producer exclaimed ‘cut’.

"Congratulations, then! You have the part. You’ll get an email with the information in two to three days.” After standing up to greet her, the producer spoke.

“Oh my goodness, thank you.” Y/N cheered enthusiastically. “Thank you so much, I won't disappoint."

The producer simply nodded his head in agreement and left. Y/N shouted enthusiastically while using a few brazilian swear words to express her happiness.

“I don't know what you said, but I hope it was cheerful.” Michael B. Jordan commented behind her, causing her to leap forward. “Oh my bad. I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's okay. I had my head in the clouds. It’s just hard to believe that this is actually happening.” Y/N admitted while grinning.

"Try to believe it; you did a great job and deserved that role." With a hand on her shoulder, Michael reassured her. "Catch you at the recording.”

Y/N shook her head, too stunned to speak. When she confirmed that she was the only one in the room, she whispered a hushed ‘porra’.

#michael b jordan #michael b. jordan #killmonger #michael b jordan x reader #imagine #actress!reader #latina

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