#if you've seen my reblogs towards fics. you will never- EVER see one without comments and tags.

[chiyoso]

this.

the fact that i wanted to take on writing seriously and try to improve on it, but see others live their short-lived success in their drabbles of 200 - 300 words is so, so draining.

i don't understand. i just don't.

i sympathize and relate to the writers who write long, long fics, the hardwork and time they put into it will never, ever be relatable to a person who hasn't written shit in their life. this is actually getting ridiculous, and its why a lot of writers in this app are dropping like flies.

i may have joined this community incredibly late, but to see those who have stayed here for awhile in this app leave because of this issue and multiple reasons, it's so depressing.

hh this also applies to the people to are invested in reading porn and only, porn. ik some ppl who interact solely because they like the author who gives out written porn towards their faves—shit like, no hate but fuck it is so damn annoying. what about their sfw fics? what about the fics they give out and are happy about it, only to have what, under a 100 notes in constrast to their other fics? my GOD.

“but notes dont matte—” you're right, but many would lie about it, me for example. you're right, it doesn't matter but it does matter to the heart and mind.

“did you like it?” “what're your thoughts on it?” “where is the support?” “where is your enthusiasm?” you mean to tell me 8k+ worth of writing only get a mere double tap from you? ha.

lmao this is for the writers who don't voice things like this out, i got you. ill say things like this for you.

right, and all these also apply to ghost readers/supporters too.

anyways peace ✌🏻>wO

jjk fics (outside of my mutuals) has lost its flavor.

[mxnhoo]

mwah! (k. sn)

ˋ "just bored, nothing else" ࿐ྂ ⁀➷ kim sunoo x reader genre : bro is your bestfriend, bestfriends to lovers (kinda..), inspired by that one sunoo live LOL, not proofread, kiss kiss kiss w/c : ~2.1k cly's note : finally back with something! god guys i'm so fucking sorry for being so inactive. i know i promised that i'd release my hyunjin fic very soon but i just had to write something else to get me back to writing altogether yknow? i hope you guys like this one, im insanely rusty and my kissing scenes are NAWT IT, but regardless hope ya'll enjoy it. wrote this all in one sitting, my ass hurts, if you enjoyed it, please do reblog like and comment! ANYWAYS GN.

border isn't made by me, credits to cafekitsune

The doorbell rang and you raised your eyebrows, looking at everything in sight as you patiently wait for the door to swing open. And it does after a while, and your bestfriend was heavily panting, his posture slightly slouched as he processed that you were here. "You're.. here," he managed to voice out through his heavy panting and you give him a small smile while your eyes lit up at him, "I am".

"Come in, kept you waitin', sorry," he spoke in short sentences, his voice still breathless as he stepped aside from the door, making space for you to walk in and you nod, stepping foot into his house and now being hit with the unfamiliar scent of his apartment. His new apartment. Sunoo had recently moved, and he invited you over because he wanted to show you around his house, catch up with you, y'know, stuff like that.

He was your best friend for a while, a few years, and as much as you admire him as a friend, you also wanted him real bad. Like reeal bad. He has stolen your heart since the first time you saw it and the boy's completely clueless about it, everything he does to you leaving you to question if he did it on purpose to hint something or if he was just being clueless.

He'd always invited you over to his house to hang, play games, stuff like that, but with him moving and his academic workload accumulating, he had been busy and had lesser time to see you, and today was finally the day you could see him after a few weeks. You glanced at the boy who watched you walk in and took the opportunity to ruffle his golden hair, voicing out a "How have you been?".

He smiles at you and slowly closes the front door behind you and locking it. "Good, just been a bit stressful lately, 'bout you?". You turned back to the sight of his new apartment, the same paintings that were hung on a different wall and old furniture that blended in with some new furniture you've never seen before.

"Great. Seems like you've finished moving in, how's it like so far?" you question, walking in more towards the living room, now setting yourself on the couch and looking at the light that was hanging above you.

"Been amazing so far! It gets tough without mama sometimes, but I can cope," he follows you but stands in front of you instead of sitting himself down, "Could I get you anything? Apple juice, orange, water". He remains silent before continuing, "Probably an apple juice right? Your favourite."

Your gaze fixates on him from the hanging lights, the image of him in your brain being refreshed as you took view of his facial features, his blonde hair slightly messy and his lips looking plump and kissable as ever. His lips slightly agape as he eventually started to catch his breath and his eyes looking down on you. You gulp at this sight of him, you almost forgot how beautiful looked and before you could go into a daze about how attractive he looked, you slowly nodded your head, a small smile forming on your face as he recalled your favourite joke, even if it was normal for best friends to remember these types of things.

"Okay, gotcha." was the last thing he said before walking towards his refrigerator. Your eyes followed his every move, the way he opened the refrigerator door, the way he pulled out a carton and closing the refrigerator before pouring the drink into a glass up that was conveniently placed on the counter near him. Your eyes lingered onto the magnets on his refrigerator when he closed it, recognising a photo that was nicely placed in the centre with 2 magnets at opposite corners.

"You still have that?" you pointed at the photo, and Sunoo turned his head over his shoulder, glancing at you before following where you were pointing to, and his eyes land on the photo. The corners of his mouth curl up before he placed the carton down, "Yeah, why wouldn't I?".

It was a photo of you and him in a party, sitting on a couch while posing with peace signs on both hands. It was when you two had first met when people had introduced you to each other or when you practically begged people to introduce you to him . The way you two clicked so fast is quite scary, and from then on you two were quite inseperable.

"I just think it's surprising," you reply, "Out of all the photos we have, you decide to put that one, y'know?".

"It's a special day," he instantly replies, turning his back with a cup of apple juice in his hand. He made his way to you and you raise your eyebrows at his response, "Special?". Your heart fluttered at the thought of him considering a day with you special, and you almost gave it away by putting the most stupid smile on your face, but it took every ounce of self-control inside you not to do so.

"It is the day we met after all," he sat beside you, offering you the cup of apple juice that you had requested. Your eyes slightly widened, and a small smile creeping onto your face as you register what he said. You hastily took the cup into your hand, "You care about those types of things? Like, first days, first meetings, stuff like that?". Everytime you meet him, he always seems to surprise you with something new with no fail, and that's one part you like so much about him.

He hummed, his approving sound accompanied with a small nod and you took a sip of the apple juice. The sweetness immediately hit your taste bud and you quickly swallowed, voicing out a quick 'Ahh' after the refreshing sip. Your eyes look at him and you realise he was already looking at you and it made your heart skip a beat.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" you chuckled, lowering the cup from your face as you flash him a grin. He quickly looked away, a faint smile on his face, "Just missed you".

There he goes again, saying things like that. Is he doing that with a purpose? Like to flirt with you, or is the boy just being genuine? Clueless?

You choked on your drink, his response being the last thing you expected and you shot him a bewildered look. He laughs at you choking, probably enjoying how he managed to get a reaction out of you and you glared at him.

"Are you just teasing me or what?" you questioned, placing your glass cup on the small coffee table in frornt of you.

"I am," he giggled, "I'm kinda bored so it's quite funny to tease you".

Oh yeah?

"Hey," you call out to him, your tone suddenly serious and his laughs die down, his eyes slowly moving to you "I'm bored too".

His eyebrows raised, feeling confused as to where this was going.

"Since we're bored, should we kiss?"

He chokes on the air, his hand flying to his mouth as he looked away from you. You gently patted his back as if you weren't the one who just dropped a 'let's-kiss' bomb on him, a smirk forming on your lips. Once he stopped coughing, he looked back at you, his cheeks a bright tint of pink and his eyes slightly widened, "W-what did you say?".

You looked at him with an amused expression, "I said, let's kiss." You honestly have no idea where this ounce of confidence came from, but if he wanna tease you, he can only get the taste of his own medicine right?

He started to stutter, his gaze being everywhere but on you as he started to scratch his neck, the way he was so flustered being so painfully obvious as you chuckle.

"I'm just kidding," you said. As much as you wanted to kiss him, your intentions were only to tease him back. Upon hearing you, his eyes shot to you, his eyes showing that he was slightly disappointed, "Why?".

"What do you mean?" you questioned. "Why were you 'just kidding'?" "What, do you want an actual kiss or something?" "Yeah.. Yeah, I do."

Now it was your turn to be flustered. You looked at him with widened eyes, your jaw quite literally dropping as you stared at him, taking a moment to process his reply. Sunoo wanted a kiss? And he just openly admitted it?

"Sunoo, quit the teasing, it's not funny at this point." "Who says I'm teasing? I'm being serious, Y/N".

Fucking hell, no fucking way Sunoo admitted that he wanted to kiss you. "O-okay wait, so you're serious about wanting a kiss from me, right?" you questioned, wanting confirmation and that you weren't just dreaming.

"Yes, I want a kiss from you, a kiss from your lips Y/N".

You blink at him repetitively before unconsciously standing up to your feet from the couch, your eyes still fixated on him.

"This feels so wrong," you nervously bit your lip and he sat up and reached out to gently hold your wrist, slightly pulling you towards him, "It isn't, don't worry".

"Do you really want this, Nu?" you spat out, suddenly feeling doubtful about everything and anxiety grew inside you. He gently tugged at your arm, causing you to look at him and he replied, "Been wanting this since forever".

If you said that your heart wasn't going to explode, you'd be lying. Your breathing rate picked up as your chest rises up and down hastily, and your gaze fall on his lips that were slightly parted. You looked back up at his eyes and you immediately notice his eyes on your lips. Your free hand cups his cheek, and you quickly voice out "Me too, Nu" before leaning in and closing the distance between the two of you.

His hand immediately released your wrist, his hands immediately finding comfort on your waist as he pulled you closer. The kiss was slow, passionate as both of your mouths moved in the same rhythm. You could feel him smile during the kiss and you slightly tilt his head to help you get more access to his mouth. Butterflies filled your stomach as you finally process that you were kissing your bestfriend, you were kissing Sunoo. The kiss was so passionate, and it was now evident that you two have been dying for this moment. The longing for each other added fuel to the fire, and your hands gradually make way to his hair, lightly pulling on it.

The surroundings around the two of you slowly start to seem non-existent as you both increasingly melt into each other. At this point of time, only you and Sunoo mattered, nothing else. He nibbled on your bottom lip, causing you to gasp and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, exploring your mouth as much as he can. Both of your tongues fought a fiery battle for dominance, and to no surprise, he won. The kiss was becoming so heated and intense, and before things could escalate, your hands quickly trail down to his chest and you slightly push him backwards, pulling away from the kiss.

Both of your chests rise up rapidly as your foreheads rest on each other. Eye contact was maintained as you both looked into each other's eyes. "Did.. did that just happen?" you question, still trying to catch your breath as you remain in shock as to what just happened.

"Fuck yeah, been wanting that for so long you don't even know," he confessed. A smirk forms on his lips as his eyes quickly flicker to your lips then back to your eyes. You chuckle as you close your eyes, your head leaning on him even more.

You pull away completely to sit on the spot beside him on the couch, your eyes still on him and you shook your head, "How long exactly?"

"Since I first met you." he responded, his answer once again never failing to surprise you.

"Mutual feeling then," you confessed, your breathing slowing down as you finally manage to catch your breath. He seemed shocked by the fact, but he definitely wasn't complaining.

"Since you care about first's so much, then consider that our first kiss, yeah?" you chuckled. "Sure thing, just know it won't be our last."

[siconetribal]

Beyond the Bookshelves (2)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: When you're forced to work in pairs/groups when you don't want to work in pairs/groups, work life, slice of life

Summary: You're a Resource Management Specialist at S.H.I.E.L.D. normally referred to as “The Librarian”. You've been assigned the nightmarish task of digitizing all the physical resources currently owned by the agency, with a few new computers and one extra helper.

A/N: Thank you to all the readers who have loved this story so much already, I did not expect so man tag requests! I'll do my best to live up to your expectations in this story that is pretty much writing itself. If I missed anyone who asked to be tagged, please let me know!

Please comment/like/reblog. If you'd like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know!

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The walk back to the library was longer than usual, but that was because you were now burdened with a task that was nearly impossible to complete with what was at your disposal. Not only was there so little provided, the personnel allotted was the complete opposite of what was necessary. It would have been laughable had it not been so pathetic. You, someone who normally worked with a set number of others, (most of which were virtual) was now forced into a group with two other members whom you have never even properly spoken to.

Loki probably hates me, he has to hate me. The man-person-god-prince-whatever-he-is has never even uttered a word to me until today! You thought back to the very first time you ever met the silent and brooding raven haired Asgardian.

It started off just like any other day, quiet and peaceful. It was just you, the books, and the sun. Though it was a state-of-the-art facility, the library was given a more soothing design with wooden shelving and tables, soft carpeting, comfortable seating of chairs and sofas, table lamps, and desks for laptops and computers to promote productivity and security. There were a few high-tech things, such as the book trolley being robotic and the security measures equal to the rest of the complex; but overall it evoked a sense of tradition.

You were leading the robot trolley filled with books through the shelves, returning items to their proper place, when you heard the chime at the door. Peeking your head out of the aisle, you were awestruck by the handsome young man whom you have never seen before, slowly walking in and looking around in what you could only describe as pure wonder. There was a sparkle of life in those blue eyes and the faintest of smiles tugging at the corners of his lips. Setting the book in hand back on the trolley, you stepped out and gave a big smile.

“Hello, my name is Y/N. I’m the librarian. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You cheerily greeted him, but only received silence in return as he walked further into the room without even a passing glance. There’s no way he didn’t hear me, right? I didn’t shout, but I wasn’t quiet either. He seems to be really excited about the library, so maybe he was too busy looking around? She opened her mouth to let him know she was here to assist if he needed anything, but he was nowhere to be seen. “I guess he really was just that eager.” You muttered to yourself as you finished your task and made your way to the main desk.

Who is he, anyway? He looks oddly familiar, but I just can’t put my finger on it. You dug through your memories, trying to find a name to the face. When it was clear that it was not something that would come to you right away, he let it be for now and tried your best to see if the newcomer was still here. Had it not been for the occasional sightings, you would have sworn your mind was playing tricks on you. When he finally settled on a few books, you waited for him to come to the desk to check out.

“Excuse me, sir!” You shouted after him as he went straight towards the door. His nose was already buried in one book, and two more were under his arm. It was too late. The alarm at the door began ringing, and a female computer voice came through the speakers.

“Please return the books to the library or check them out at the main desk. I repeat, please return the books to the library or check them out at the main desk.” You watched his head snap up and look around for the source of the disembodied voice when holographic floating arrows directed his attention towards you. You gave a slight wave and put on your best welcoming smile once more. He looked down at the books he held briefly before making his way over to the desk.

“I guess you didn’t hear me, I was trying to get your attention before you left. It’s fine, people make that mistake most of them the time when they're busy. May I please see the books?” He held out your hands, but he deposited the stack on to the desk and pushed it towards you. Ok, you pulled them closer. “Your ID as well, please.” You held out your hand once more and the man simply stared at you, bewildered, with scrunched eyebrows and a growing frown. Lifting your lanyard up, you pointed to your pass holder, which held your ID. “Your ID card, the one that gives you access to the various parts of this facility.” The continued silence was deafening as one of his hands slipped into one of his pockets and he pulled out his ID and placed it on the table. “Uh, thank you,” you mumble as you pick up the piece of plastic and tapped it against a panel to the right of your monitor. Loki? You stared at the name for a moment, the gears slowly turning in your head as you scanned the books one by one before handing them and his ID back to him. “You have two weeks to return or extend your borrow time. Please do not damage them or return them late, you will incur some fees if so. Thank you, I hope you enjoy them. If you need any,” you began to strike up conversation once more, but he took the books and left without a word, leaving you to awkwardly watch.

“Talk about intimidating! I had no idea they brought him here!” You let out a heavy sigh and plopped back into your chair. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize him without those big gold horns! Did he really just ignore me, though? Maybe he’s shy? I don’t recall ever hearing him speak, though,” you muttered to yourself, swinging left to right. “He must’ve proven that he’s not dangerous if he’s allowed to be part of the Avenger’s team.” You shrugged and let the topic slide for now. You would give him time to grow accustomed to you…or so you thought.

The encounters that followed were nearly identical to the first. He would come in and completely ignore you, read for hours, check out books, and leave. Not a word came from his lips, and he only ever looked at you with you were not sure whether it was disdain or disgust. At some point, you completely gave up on speaking to him and simply took note of the books he liked. When he would go searching for something of interest, you would set a book that you believed he would enjoy beside the sofa he usually sat. It was clear she chose well, since he would always read and check it out. With all this in mind, you had come to the conclusion he cannot speak for some reason, and you were a rude stranger constantly chattering on to him. Not wanting to spoil his time in the library, you quickly adapted and remained silent in return. 

You dryly laughed at the memories that dropped on you like bricks. You were clearly thinking too highly of yourself, since today you had heard him speak quite clearly. Why would someone remain quiet for so long? After all attempts made to strike up conversation? There was only one valid solution: he hated you. The reason, you were not sure, but it was the only thing that made sense, and that meant you only had one Asgardian to rely on for assistance in your assignment.

Thor can only do so much since he is a main team member and one that is sent out on multiple missions globally. You pinched the bridge of your nose. Even if they forced Loki to assist, he’ll also be sent on various missions as well. I’ll have to wait for them to return every single time because those take priority over what I need to do. Then there’s training for the missions, training to keep working well as a team, meeting, and the press! The work is never going to get done! You wanted to rip your hair out from frustration as you roughly tousled it about and let out a loud groan of frustration once inside your sanctuary, the library. “And this is all if they say yes to helping me out. I doubt Fury is going to demand it, and Agent Hill isn’t going to go out of her way to persuade them. Just forget it, Y/N, fix the report and file it. Then just go on with your day just like you always do.”

“Thor, Loki, thank you for taking the time to meet with me.” Agent Hill greeted the brothers that came into her office.

“Of course we would come. It is not often that you call for anyone other than Stark or Rogers.” Thor gave an amicable smile, while Loki simply took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk. “What is it that you wish to discuss with us?” Thor took the seat beside his brother.

“I won’t take much of your time, it is a new assignment that only the two of you can assist us with.” She took her seat once more and faced the two of them. “Director Fury has given a task to our Resources Management department, the lead of which works here at HQ with us. She is the Librarian. I’m sure you have seen her most of all.” She looked towards the younger prince.

Loki kept a passive outwardly expression while his mind quickly tried to pull out the information of this librarian. He was no stranger to meeting a multitude of people, but he was not foolish enough to assume he would be able to memorize everyone’s name and face. He was a prince of Asgard, the only people he needed to know of in detail ere dignitaries and other royals. This librarian was hardly someone he would have considered amongst the two categories.

“So what if I have?” He coolly questioned, unsure of what the agent was trying to get at with all of this. Is this the reason she requested an audience with us the week before? What task could they have possibly given such a department that requires our assistance? I am not some scribe! He wanted to snap at Hill, but he held his tongue. Though he was an Avenger now, he was still not fully trusted by anyone. He knew even Thor had his reservations, but they knew how the Mind Stone worked. They knew he was not lying, but they were clear in stating they did not know him and this chance was only given because of his brother, Thor.

“Well, it will make things easier for us. She needs assistance in translating all of our texts into English. The department needs to create digital copies of all our books and paper resources so that we can access them anywhere and any time. We do not have the means to simply assign large groups to this task, because it would lead to suffering in on ground missions and recon. The both of you have the ability of AllSpeak which can translate anything you say to English. When you are available, please assist the Librarian in translating the various texts to help speed up the process.”

“This is a side request?” Thor asked, wanting to clarify the priority of this.

“Yes, we do not wish for this to hinder any missions you are needed for. We are requesting you head to the library when you have the time to speak with her and set up a tentative schedule so that she can report back to Director Fury by the end of this month. By that time, she will have the necessary equipment as well. If he approves, then we can move forward in starting this task.”

“You want us to dictate books to her? So she can type it up? Do you not have programs that can instantly translate for you?” Loki frowned, crossing his arms in disapproval at this waste of time.

“Though there are plenty of translation software programs out there, none of them are a hundred percent accurate. They may translate directly word for word, which could destroy the concept of the passages. It may attempt to try to understand the concept, but get it completely wrong. Both of you will be able to read the text and understand the context of it, which will help her type a more accurate translation.” Thor loudly hummed as he considered the task. It was not something he was rather fond of, however he wanted to be of assistance if this would help the organization.

“I am to deployed on a mission with Rogers and Stark in a couple of days. I am not certain how long we will be away. Is it possible to extend the time of meeting with the Librarian?” 

“I am to head out with the spider and bird tomorrow evening and return in four days.” Loki added.

“Very well, I will have her look into your schedules and reach out to the both of you.  If it cannot be done together, I will have her meet with you separately. Your missions will always be a priority, and she is well aware of that. Thank you for your assistance, I’ll inform her of this development.” Agent Hill stood from her seat and the two brothers followed, stepping out of her office and making their way towards the common room.

“Have you actually met this Librarian, brother?” Thor was the one to break the silence.

“I have not the faintest clue on whom they are referring to. No one speaks to me in this sterile place, how am I supposed to meet anyone?” He scoffed. Who would want to talk to a monster such as me? “It doesn’t matter, we will meet this woman at some point and better understand this waste of time that we are being dragged into. If you’ll excuse me, I have a debriefing to sit through.” He turned down the hall on their left, leaving Thor with the harsh words of his reality.

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right down the line: zuko x firebender!reader | part 5

You grew up close to the Royal Family due to your father's position as a General, but you ran away from home after the agni kai against your best friend, Zuko. Now, you've joined the Gaang and plan on doing your part in ending the 100-year war.

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hiiii part 5! sorry for the wait!! omg things got hectic but my schedule has now gotten super free and i had to just write! i can't wait for y'all to see what i have planned for this fic like... also i changed yue and sokka's relationship a bit so i hope you guys like my take on it! these characters are not mine and i do not own them! rmr to like or reblog or comment to let me know if you like it, the feedback helps sooo much! enjoy reading >.< about 1799 words

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I want you to protect my daughter.

The Chief tasks Sokka and I with the most important mission of all: making sure Princess Yue remains safe during the Fire Nation invasion. Our week-long stay at the Northern Water Tribe turned sour and we were all gearing for battle. It’s just like them, the empire, to ruin anything good.

In the beginning, I was amazed by the icy fortress. It was the most snow I’d ever seen in my life. During the day, it was calming to breathe the cold air in and out. Such a harsh contrast from the constant crimson and heat I was used to. It felt like a cleanse. Or maybe that’s just how it feels to be around so many water-benders.

Katara had trouble convincing them that she was worth teaching, as only boys and men can become water-benders. Girls were stuck with the healing. But Master Pakku should’ve known better than to spit this rhetoric in her face.

Sokka and I were baffled, almost laughing, knowing what was to come.

She quickly impressed him and bested every single one of his students. In a week, she progressed beyond any of them and shut Master Pakku right up. As the only water-bender in her home tribe, she had something to prove.

I was enjoying the solitude of the ice and snow in front of me. It was quiet up here. You could pretend the Fire Nation didn’t exist with how endless the sea drifted off.

After coming out to Aang, Sokka, and Katara, I was focused on sharpening my bending skills. I was a little rough around the edges, but I smoothed them out. It took a few days before they let me practice on my own. I wasn't offended by their discretion, it was a given for us.

Fire-bending after so long without it felt like breathing when your lungs were taken away from you as punishment. All things considered, I never fell out of love with my gift. It was an outlet to everything I was feeling and now I can express it completely. There is no me without this.

That glee, though, lasted for only a week before the Fire Nation showed up at the Northern Water Tribe’s doorsteps.

Now, Sokka and I were walking around the icy homes and bridges, looking for Princess Yue.

“Sokka! Y/N!” She calls out for us. I turn towards her voice and spot her. She wasn't hard to miss. Her moon-colored hair is an instant light everywhere she goes. The Princess is a few yards away, closing the space in a hurry. “There’s someone attacking the Oasis!”

“Stay here with Yue,” I tell Sokka. “I’ll go ahead.” The boy in blue nods at my instruction and she points me in the direction she was coming from. I use my bending to propel myself into the air, moving faster than walking or running ever could.

When I reach the door, I instantly see water and fire clashing together, taking the other out. It’s a fire-bender attacking Katara. I remain quiet as I walk closer to them, leveraging the element of surprise.

The enemy gets the better of Katara, knocking her into a wooden pole. She’s unable to get up and continue fighting.

Every step I take reveals the details of the fire-bender. He grabs Aang, not knowing I’m right behind him.

I’m close enough to hear him now. “You rise with the moon; I rise with the sun.”

I can feel the seconds slow down. I didn’t expect to encounter him like this. Even if I hadn't been home in a while, I always believed I'd see him where I've always known him to be. At home.

I raise my fists and ignite fire-blades. The flame mimics my swords. As much as I wanted to hug him, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his grip on Aang’s collar.

I can’t let him take our last hope to end this terror.

“Put him down, Zuko.”

He turns around to the sound of my voice. His shoulders drop when he meets my familiar gaze. “Y/N?” It’s the first time I’ve seen him since the Agni Kai and how he’s healed since then.

The scar is an accessory to his overall demeanor. He’s bulkier on the shoulders, an obvious sign of his time out at sea. The bags under his eyes heavier than before. Something’s changed, and it’s not just the three years of aging.

“Put him down.” I repeat, any sign of a happy reunion absent on my face.

“You know I can’t do that.” He says, igniting a bubble in my throat. I want to cry; I want to jump into his arms. I want to ask him where he’s been, and who he is now. But his grip on Aang doesn’t loosen, and I know he’s not my Zuko anymore. He’s someone else entirely.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t.” I can hear a pinch of sorrow in his voice. It squashes my heart. His words work to distract me for a split second, and he aims a full of flame kick at me, burning the side of my ribs. I was not expecting that blunt of a force to knock me out, but it did. He knows my weak spots like I know his.

I fall on my back and land close to Katara. The weight of the moment and his first blow proving to be too much for me. I’m unable to get up. I’m not sure what’s holding me close to the ground: the fear of facing him again or letting him take Aang to the Fire Nation.

Zuko vanishes with the young Avatar and it’s just me and Katara, laying on the soft grass, defeated. We look at each other, mirroring the same expression, water begging to escape our eyes.

He knew I wouldn’t be expecting such a strong blow from him. He knew I would take it easy. Just like he should know, I’m a better fighter when I’m angry.

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Sokka, Katara, Princess Yue, and I are flying through the skies on Appa trying to look for Aang and Zuko. Where could they have gone?

I’ve been in a silent fury since they found Katara and I in the oasis, sans Aang, and I’m sure Sokka’s noticed by now that I’m in a different state of mind. The wound on my side isn’t getting any easier to manage, and I’m pissed.

I wince from the burn. “Let me help.” Katara offers.

I lay on my back, watching the sky pass Appa by, and let her heal me. She takes this chance to ask a question me. “Y/N, what did Zuko mean by ‘you know I can’t?'” Sokka slightly turns his head, focusing on my answer. “Do you guys know each other?”

I sigh. “Zuko was my best friend.”

“The one from the agni kai?” She asks, remembering my story from Jeong Jeong’s hideout.

“Yes. We grew up together, we were… close.” I take a breath to stop myself from crying. The pain from using my lungs proving to be less hurtful than my reunion with Zuko. I’m not going to spend any more tears on him. I don’t even know him. “Then he left, and I didn’t see him for three years. The Fire Lord banished him… for not fighting back that day.” Sokka faces forward again, clearly bothered by the revelation. “He’s looking for the Avatar, it’s the only way he can come back home.”

As Katara’s gentle hands heal my wounds, Sokka speaks up. “And I thought I couldn’t hate the guy any more than I already do.”

A flashing light dashes across the blue sky and almost inherently, Katara knows who it is. “That’s got to be him!” She points, and Sokka guides Appa in the direction of the shooting star.

From the sky, we find Zuko holding an awakened Aang by his collar and land the air-bison nearby. He drops the twelve year old and gets in his fighting stance. “Here for a rematch?”

I’m the first one to leap, feet landing on the snow. I mirror his position. “You were never much of a match.” I immediately begin an attack on him, making the moon jealous of my power under it. I knock him out of balance, but I’m not the only one with a vendetta.

Katara bends snow to lift him up and pull him down with force, effectively knocking him out of consciousness.

Sokka reaches Aang and cuts him free from the rope. “The spirits are in trouble!” The Avatar warns, “Let’s get back to the oasis.”

Everyone climbs back onto Appa, but before we liftoff, the air-bender speaks up. “We can’t leave him here.”

“Yes, we can. Cmon, let’s go!” Sokka hurries.

“No, we can’t. He’s a person, he’ll die.” Aang looks to me, as if he already knows our history and as much as I dislike it, he’s right. We can’t leave him here. I don’t know who he is anymore and I still wouldn’t let anything like that happen to him.

Aang grabs Zuko, sits him on Appa’s saddle, and hurries off into the sky.

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Zuko’s Uncle, Iroh, is holding the dead moon spirit in his hands. Seeing him here with Katara and Sokka is unnerving. But another reunion is put on the back burner. The world is in shades of grey, thanks to Admiral Zhao. We’re too late.

The old man looks at Yue, taking in the color of her hair. “Maybe you can do something. You have been touched by the spirit.”

“I have,” Yue affirms, “It gave me life. Maybe I can give it back.”

She gets up to touch the cream-colored fish, but Sokka’s hesitant. “No!” He grabs onto her arm. “Your father told me to protect you. I can’t let you do this.”

I stand by his side. “It’s true. He told us to make sure nothing happens to you.”

“It’s my duty.” She says in all her regal manner. She lets go of his hand to place her hands on the moon spirit. Instantly, it starts to glow.

Princess Yue faints into Sokka's arm. In a panic, he gently shakes her if she's awake but she’s gone. After a few seconds, her body mystically disappears, and the single fish begins to glow in Iroh’s hands once again.

He places it back into the Oasis Pond and the fish swims, letting us know it’s alive. Letting us know Yue is alive. Suddenly, the fish turns into a swirl of light and rises out of the water.

The spirit floats in front of us, forming into a beautiful Princess in front of us. Yue looks ethereal, glowing in white. I’m speechless.

She holds my cheek with her left hand and Sokka’s with her right, letting us feel her new embodiment. “Thank you, both, for protecting me.”

Then, she fizzles away, leaving an empty space where she once was.

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“I’m surprised, Prince Zuko, that you are not trying to capture the Avatar. Is it because of your old friend?” Iroh questions. In the Oasis, he noticed Y/N and her change of heart. She had grown since he last saw her, much like Zuko. It ignited a spark of hope inside him that one day his nephew may follow in her footsteps and bring back honor to the Fire Nation.

“I’m tired.” The prince replies. How long had it been since he had a good night’s sleep? He couldn’t remember.

All he could think about was Y/N and how she so masterfully defeated him. It ached his heart, how much he missed her. Their first time seeing each other in 3 years, and he strikes her on the side. Is this who he was now?

He spent the last few years at sea, looking for the Avatar so he could come home to Y/N. So he could restore his honor and make his father proud.

He thought about this moment every day, and he ruined it. What does she think of him now?

A smile crept up on his face.

Yeah, she’s a better fighter when she’s angry.

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[bookwyrminspiration]

WAIT. I'm late to the party but I just remembered all those anons were sending in "why I send you asks" and their reasons and I actually really want to participate, so I hope you will accept late applications?

The reason I send you so many asks is because you've just...built such a nice feeling that anything can be discussed, and it's never too niche or cringy or boring, and that's really relieving and amazing.

I'm sure you (along with many others) have realized by now, but I suffer from....really bad anxiety, both social anxiety and just in general, and it very often gets in the way of my life. Because of this and past experiences, I'm always very scared and hesitant to talk about my interests and my thoughts on anything.

But every time I've sent you an ask, even if it was, in retrospect, probably really annoying to read through the one hundred "sorry"s and "my bad"s, you've always been nothing but kind and interested in my ideas, and that was just...so surprising. Because I never really knew anyone who was willing to talk about anything, and it was just...really amazing to meet someone who was! Especially because I love and am interested in so many different things and kind of need someone to bounce ideas at. And it was really cool to see someone that was unashamed of their own interests and thoughts, but didn't make others feel bad for having different ideas.

Every time I send you an ask, you always have something interesting to say back. Something I hadn't thought of or considered, or a query that would make me rethink my own theories, or just a very well-thought-out answer to a question. I remember sending in tons of asks about the wings AU before it was released, and writing those was probably the highlight of my day, because I knew you'd take them and run with the ideas, and do your best to match my energy, and I was really grateful for that. And you were always willing to dig deeper, to think "but what if there was more?" and that's just...incredible! I don't have any other word for it!

I love sending you asks because you don't dismiss an idea or deem it as stupid, and you're just...such a kind and wonderful person that can make even the most obscure subject infinitely more interesting than before, and you never fail to make me consider things again, to expand my thoughts and views, and I'm really grateful for that.

So, because it should definitely be said by now, thank you!

And, well, that's why I love sending you asks :]

- pyro

there is no timeline so there's no way to be late! and I'm answering this a few days after you sent this, so if you believe yourself to be late then we can both be late together :D. you are fully welcome to participate if you want to (which you said you did)! it was mostly just a random question I had because i'm just as analytical with myself as I am with keeper, and knowing how other perceive and think of me is helpful for that--and I was curious about how i'd aquired so many asks so quickly, and then you all just turned it into complimenting quil hours for some reason !! (but on to your ask before I get even more distracted)

(note from a quil who has answered all of this: got very long so that's why there's a readmore! i love you /p)

this means so much to me--specifically your use of "built" because I do try pretty hard to maintain a positive atmosphere and welcome everyone in and treat everyone with the same attention. it didn't just fall into place, i try to be encouraging to everyone and support all the amazing work--art, writing, ideas, etc--I see from people. (note: i've been wanting to do a thing where I ask for fic/art/other recommendations from others (can be friends or their own) so i can go through and reblog a bunch of them with comments and the like, I just want to get through more of my asks before I start something like that). But you're right--nothing is too niche! there's so many details in the story it's impossible for one person to notice anything, so people bringing up the obscure and their own thoughts makes the story richer and more fleshed out for everyone else! and i think it's really cool to just see what other people focus on (like I said, my analysis isn't limited to characters, but I'm not like dissecting you all to understand each of you in a creepy way or anything. I just like to get a better sense of someone so I can respond in a way more tailored to them when we interact)

anxiety can really suck, so as someone who also has anxiety i am giving you a comforting hug if you'd like one. it genuinely impacts everything you do and think about, rewriting how you experience life. a single, inconsequential experience to someone else can literally change major aspects of how we think, which makes interactions so scary sometimes. i remember things people said years ago and still base my actions around them, but those people have absolutely no recollection of ever saying it, but just the fear of having done something wrong once permanently altered my thinking. (this is not to make this about me, I'm just trying to show I understand by sharing an experience of my own).

reading through all your "i'm sorry"s and "my bad"s wasn't annoying and never will be. you have never had anything to apologize for, and I know that sometimes you feel you need to enter a conversation and first apologize for being there, but I'm thrilled to have you here and always love seeing you in my inbox. I don't know how to articulate this properly, but I'm going to try. i saw your apologies and your apprehension as...a puzzle? that's absolutely not the right word but I can't think of the right one so please let me explain (I don't mean to imply you're like something to be solved or a problem in any way. words can be difficult and I'm trying to describe something very intangible rn, so I hope this doesn't sound bad). I didn't see it as annoying (you're never annoying), I saw it like it was something to work through, and while it's not my job or anything to help other's with their personal problems, it was like if I could just provide one space where I could encourage you (not just you, but anyone) as a friend to try shifting your language and start thinking of yourself more positively, then I wanted to give that.

because I am interested in your ideas! and I want to be kind and welcoming to you! but I also want you to be kind to yourself, so any impact I've had to give anyone a safer, less scary space is really cool. I don't know if that made sense, but I'm not trying to talk down to you or anything or be like I'm this high and mighty figure harboring lost souls or something, just that connection is important and I like being there for people. kinda worried that sounded bad because it feels worded strange but I'm trying to reciprocate and say i appreciate you and am happy to talk about anything!

i love bouncing ideas back and forth and you are more than welcome to say anything and everything you're thinking about. talking to you is always an absolutely joy and I get so excited when you send me an ask and when you're reading my response, because it often feels like this like...buzz? like we're just vibing on this frequency and it makes it so much fun to throw ideas back and forth and just listen to each other talk. i am very glad to have surprised you and met you! I don't know a lot of people like myself either, so having someone like you interact with me and just go all out on these little things and what we personally like about different parts of the so much fun. a lot of the other people I know irl feel like they just scratch the surface, they say things just to get credit for it and to appear like they know what they're talking about while ignoring all these other things that have such an impact, so it's amazing to have found someone else who looks at everything and anything like I do. my brain really is "a little bit of everything all of the time" so knowing you have so many different interests too is really cool. i am giving you an internet high five and pretending you aren't so far away.

I spent so much of my life being quiet when I had so many thoughts, so now that I have this kind of outlet I just! want to say everything I can! i want to look at everything from every perspective possible! the world is a huge collection of things tied together and I love following the strings to find the connected pieces! but I think that's a way of approaching the world not a lot of people share (I could be wrong), so it's really cool to hear you think my thought process is interesting!! my brain is practically composed entirely of questions. any subject at any time of the day and nearly all of my thoughts are just wanting to know more and trying to understand things, so having that opportunity to ask further questions and just learn things (about what other's thing, how things work, etc) is so much fun. you might've seen me ask some questions of other's in a few of the asks I answer, but those barely scratch the surface of just how many I have. my handle is in_quil_sitive (inquisitve) on nearly every social media platform (except for this one) for a reason.

I remember some of your asks from before the wings au was published, too. those were absolutely incredible, and I got a rush of excitement every time I saw you sent another. those were the the highlight of my week, too!! your enthusiasm and excitement for something I hadn't even posted yet gave me so much motivation to continue and you helped me think through so many future ideas and consider things from new perspectives. i know i specifically wrote that you inspired one chapter in the notes, but you've had an impact on every single chapter of this story/ it wouldn't be what it is without you, and I mean that with complete sincerity. you were the one who made me think "what if there was more" so I could make this au even better and work towards something bigger. I just have so many thoughts about everything all of the time, I can't go more than a few minutes without being distracted by a different train of thought, but knowing there was someone who would want to hear all the weird, disjointed ideas i'd strung together and composed into a more cohesive format was so cool. there's just so much to think about!!

I probably sound repetitive at this point but I love answering your asks because you're so receptive to the way i say things and it's like you're actually listening and want to hear what I specifically have to say, not just the general ideas. you want to know my unique, personalized opinions and perspectives and don't just dismiss them when they're not what you expect to hear or aren't generic. you're incredibly kind, too, I hope you know. I love the description of how I can "make even the most obscure subject infinitely more interesting than before." that is such a meaningful compliment to me. I just keep thinking about this line over and over again and it just...it really means a lot. because you're saying it's me that interests you and not just what I talk about. I could talk about anything and you'd still want to interact with me and that's so fucking nice. I hope you know the same goes for you. we can challenge each other's thinking together and make things even deeper and more complex before together <33.

thank you for being here and being my friend, pyro. talking to you is always one of the highlights of my day and gives me a very positive feeling that I carry around for a while. I do this thing sometimes where I film myself to later observe my behaviors in the middle of intense emotions to understand myself better (back to that whole analysis thing again), but it's not just negative things, it's also when I'm really excited or pleased with something and jumping around and stimming and all that, and some of those are from when I interact with you. that might sound a little weird but I mean it positively, as in talking with you makes me ecstatic.

I have said. so many things. so I will stop (for now). but I really appreciate having you in my life <33

[supernovafeather]

Infinite Ego

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings : some swearing, violence, fluff (idk if this deserves a warning but heh fluff with Din Djarin is something guys)

So here we are, my first fic on the Mandalorian. I hope you'll like it, don't hesitate to leave a comment and reblog if you want ! :)

Synopsis : After getting attacked onboard of the Crest you are alone and lost in some desert, trying to find both of the Mandalorian and the Child.

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Survive. You have to survive. And you know what ? You will survive. No matter what. No matter that kriffing sand that is making your brain explode. No matter that heat that is making your body more heavy that if you were sinking under water. No matter your sweat that is sticking the pitiful armour you still have on.

Survive. You have to. What is survival after all ? Everything or nothing ? Good question but you don't really care. You've seen where the Razor Crest was heading to earlier when you jumped out of it to attack your opponents. Of course, this kriffing plan worked. Indeed you still slightly failed the part where you were supposed to land gracefully on the giant dunes. And obviously, you have to find Din and the Child. You don't have any way to communicate with them as you thought that you could reach the Crest all by yourself pretty quickly afterwards.

You stop, sitting down under some pile of rocks forming a tight cave. There is nothing better than this to get some shadow in the area and you know that if Din flies back above this zone he could have difficulties to locate you, but this sun was about to make your muscles melt under your skin. You always managed to be Din's equal in every environment but in hot planets like this one it was impossible. You were born in the cold, not in the middle of lava. And you don't have water on you of course.

Right now your armour is more a pain in the ass than really useful but if travelling with a Mandalorian for several months taught you one thing it was : never underestimate the risks of ambush. You were a professional bounty hunter and you already knew it well. But really, staying this close of THIS Mandalorian and of the green baby was the most dangerous thing you ever did. And the most intense one.

Taking your rifle in your sweaty palms, you pay more attention to some small rocks on the grounds. They were shaking slightly, like dancing with the sand under your feet. Now you could feel some weird vibrations. Engines ? Oh yes, a very familiar vessel.

You come out of your temporary shelter, seeing with a slight relief but without surprise that it is him. The Crest lands not so far away from you but you don't waste your time before entering, welcomed back by the full armoured Mandalorian and the tiny baby in his arm that was cooing with his giant eyes directed to you. The voice was modified by his helmet, but you could still detect satisfaction in it.

"Impressive. Where does that show off come from though ?"

You shrug with a careless move and walk toward the cockpit in slow paces while the Mandalorian follows you.

"Din, Din, Din. Is this that hard to know ?"

He hums to himself and gives you the Child that reaches for you with his little arms, grabbing your armour while his adoptive dad takes the Crest off this cursed planet. As adrenaline leaves your veins and your body regains its original temperature, you feel a smile appearing on your face. A smug grin and you want to taunt your stoic fellow bounty hunter while he is busy taking care of the commands.

"Admit it. It was my most impressive move. The most impressive stuff I have ever done. Just say it."

He turns his head slowly to you, clearly unsurprised by this sudden arrogance. The hhe answers with a voice that sounds normal coming from him.

"Calm down. I've already told you it was impressive. Don't make me regret it. And this was still stupid by the way. I could have kept dodging their attacks for a while."

You stroke the baby's head with your forefinger, watching him closing his eyes in approval. Still in the same mood, you look back at Din who tilts his head, waiting in silence for your next statement.

"Stupid, but brilliant. You should have seen their face. When I jumped out of the Crest and knocked the first one from his seat it was..."

Clearly done with you, he sighs and turns his attention back to the void around the Crest, maybe hoping that he could stop his headache from making his brain explode. He is proud of you and you know it but if you could stop acting like this it would be perfect. But yet again, you were yourself. Not that he was complaining he would never dare to do such a thing.

"... and then high kick, low kick, and of course, my famous headbutt. It still hurts by the way. But whatever. Well they're dead now. Do you have water ? I still hate deserts in general you know. And I had some parts of my armour on. I'm sure you are always all sweaty underneath those layers when we wander in the desert. Am I safe enough with you to tell you that you certainly stink when it happens ?"

You smile as the silence lasts for a while. You can feel he is exasperated but you like it. And the Child can feel it as well, hugging your arm and looking at his dad whose helmet is still directed to the stars around the Crest. You sigh happily, stretching out as much as you can, sitting carelessly in your seat before biting your lip softly. You shouldn't play with him like this but it was stronger than you. It was fun. Taunting a Mandalorian was not something that anyone could do. You felt all mighty every time you... Oh. Oh ohohoh.

"Din ?"

Your mischievous smirk makes him squint behind his helmet but he doesn't turn his head to you. He could feel this smile in your soft voice.

"You know what ? I like annoying you. We are both bounty hunters, we defend this child together, we kill those who basically try to EXTERMINATE us... but it is still fun. You could kill me at any time and..."

He sighs again, finally turning around and interrupting you in a tired voice.

"I would never kill you. Yes what you did earlier was impressive. But not the most impressive one, don't go too far. And most importantly it was still stupid. Happy ?"

You shrug and let the Child laying down more comfortably on you before answering.

"Happy ? You just told me I'm stupid. If I were stupid then you would be stupid as well. We are among thebmost feared bounty hunters and you accepted me onboard and keep me on the Crest. It would be dangerous and stupid to keep someone stupid and..."

He mutters something in Mando'a and you keep rambling about how stupid he would be if you were really that stupid. But shortly after you have to stop, too thirsty to fight more than this. As your break interrupts you in the middle of a sentence Din looks at you, tilting his head. You just give him the Child and go look for some water, the armoured man following you.

Usually you are almost as silent as he is, just playing with the Child in some part of the Crest or taking care of your own weapons and armour. But every time you managed to make anything truly spectacular... the whole galaxy would know about it.

As you drink as much as you can, you don't react at the hand resting on your hip as the Mandalorian stands by your side, the Child in his free arm. He tilts his helmet slightly down to you, exasperated yet hiding a smile.

"I'm still proud of you. But don't exaggerate. You don't know how worried we both were."

You only come closer to him, your hands on the Beskar of his chest.

"You know there is no need to worry about me. Remember the two times I saved you ? Oh and the second time it was almost as epic as what I've done today ! You know when I kicked the Jawas ? With the explosion and everything ? It reminds me also of the time I destroyed the..."

Din only growls before lowering his head, his hand pressing you gently to his chest. You close your eyes as the cold of his helmet decreases the slight pain of your forehead. You should stop headbutting your opponents when it was not necessary, really. The Keldabe kiss lasts for a while, the silence so enjoyable after this mess of a day. His hand is replaced by his arm as he tighten his embrace around you and you mutter an apology. He sighs again before chuckling slightly. He knows you'll still do something just as stupid in the future but... you were an excellent warrior and yes, it was always getting more and more impressive every time. This was one of the many reasons why he loves you this much. You are ready to do everything and anything to protect him and the Child, just as he is to protect the clan, and the green womp rat seems himself ready to use his strange powers to protect this family. Because yes... you are definitely a family.

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Thanks for reading ! ☺️

You can send me requests I'll do my best to write something you'll like ! Once again, don't hesitate to reblog, like and comment, it's important for the writers for many reasons, not even only to stay motivated but also to improve their writings !