#but thank u corridor for making me actually finish this lol

[indiiglow]

No thoughts, only Modern!Keagan

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdo #red dead online #rdo oc #digital art #original character #my ocs #my art #yeah this is a Time to post this lol #uh. I have been having brainworms abt him for a while now #he's supposed to have a fancy belt buckle but I could not be bothered to design that #I'll get to it later #no this isn't a better call saul au I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about #I put on corridor's videos in the bg and turned my mind off and somehow kept drawing??? #I dunno #but thank u corridor for making me actually finish this lol

[morinuu]

☀︎｜tamaki x female reader drabble. you're a client and jealous asf. pining for tamaki lol. angst? maybe. mention of nsfw but nothing's reealllyyy happening. also u have ear piercings & you know haruhi's a girl.

your hands trembled a bit as you stared at the butter knife in held between your fingers, stopped mid-action from spreading the jam on your bread any further.

ouran had the tendency to make you feel lonely, rejected. generally... unhappy.

although there was one thing existing within the grand corridors of ouran that shone like the sun, blinding, immediately burning all of those emotions away. a tall boy whose smile seemed contagious, never failing to make your chest feel fuzzy and warm, as if you'd met a saint before entering heaven.

his blond hair almost radiated a halo surrounding his head, one you could never help but stop and admire.

but you knew you wouldn't be entering heaven, not when you couldn't defeat the disgusting, vile jealousy that sat in your throat whenever his hands would pat her head. or when his words would compliment her 'cuteness! purely adorable manners!' and whatever else he found just delightful on her.

so maybe he wasn't actually burning the negative emotions away. perhaps he was replacing them with others, and not with better ones.

it took a while before you realised tamaki suoh had been waving his hand in your face to bring you back to the conversation.

"miss yn?"

you blinked your thoughts away and looked back at the boy in front of you. with a quick cough to clear your throat, you nodded at the boy and finished spreading the jam on your toast.

"sorry, what were you saying?" you asked with a gentle voice, trying to seem unaffected by the thoughts occupying your brain viciously.

you didn't want to think you disliked haruhi, because she wasn't a bad person. nor had she done anything wrong. she wasn't the problem.

tamaki was.

he and his stupid amethyst-like orbs that sparkled in the sun under the cherry blossom trees during that shitty event the host club was partaking in. his long slender fingers that didn't hold a single scratch on them, proving just how little they'd physically struggled. his delicate pale neck that would be painted a bright pink whenever haruhi did anything.

he was the damn problem.

because you wished his eyes would stare down at you lovingly instead, while his pretty fingers swiped up your folds and played with your clit, his neck and ears flushed because he was rutting his hips on you, panting because of you.

haruhi wasn't to blame if tamaki refused to smear your lipbalm by kissing and licking your mouth in the changing rooms before he had to entertain another client.

so why was she such an irritating sight?

"is everything okay, dear? you haven't finished your tea yet and our date's almost over. that's unusual for you." he frowned slightly and moved a bit closer to you, brushing your hair out of your face to caress your cheek tenderly, as though you were to break.

you always would take the opportunity and lean into his palm, closing your eyes a bit to pretend that any of it was real. he made it seem real every time. and every time you fooled yourself without failure.

'he remembered my tea order!' last week.

'he noticed my haircut!' the month before.

and all those other small, teeny tiny specks of attention he paid to you - they all contributed to your delusions.

"everything's fine, tamaki. i'm just a bit tired. thank you for asking." you assured him and thrived in the feeling of his warm hand on your cheek for however many seconds he'd keep it there before inevitably having to stop.

you wished you could lean just a bit more to the left and peck and bite his fingers as softly as you could.

"if anything is on your mind, remember you can always share it with me, darling. you know i care for you." his hand moved up to caress your ear, the pad of his fingertips tenderly playing with all sorts of different jewellery you'd inserted throughout the surface, before it moved down to your jaw and finally completely separated from your face to rest back on his lap.

oh how you hated (or, tried to at least) his gentle stare and angelic voice that spewed lies in your face shamelessly for money.

that same stupid voice that suddenly got honest and passionate only for the first-year girl disguised as a petit boy.

'liar.'

you shook your head and gave a polite smile, repeating to him that "everything's fine" because you'd rather have the earth swallow you whole than admit your stomach was twisting and turning with raw, sinful envy.

tamaki opened his mouth to say something else, but just before his melodic voice could escape his throat, a yellow dress worn by his next client came into view. 'oh, right. end of appointment.'

"until next time, dear." he chuckled a bit before kissing the back of your hand as farewell.

he might've been called a prince in his club, but your type was always 'the dickheads' as your mum called them. in an ironic way, it made complete sense.

you stared at him walking away while trying to finish your aforementioned tea but to no avail. it was too bitter on your tongue, despite it being your favourite drink of choice, and you couldn't help but feel guilty. because you knew the reason you couldn't stomach it anymore wasn't because it'd gotten cold.

but because just before he went to sit with his next client, he went to check on haruhi.

because he would never turn to look at you the same way - or at all really.

it felt like he belonged to her, with her, and your pathetic attempts at getting closer to him were just an example of you being impudent.

you knew tamaki would never be yours.

and you didn't hate haruhi, but you really fucking wished she would disappear.

#ohshc #ohshc fanfic #tamaki suoh #tamaki x reader #tamaki suoh x reader #haruhi cameo lol #haruhi fujioka #ouran high school host club #ouran host club #angst #ohshc x reader #light angst #fanfiction

[potscenarios]

Hello~ I hope u r doing good =) I love the fact that there are still PoT blogs! I wanted to ask you for some Valentine's Day scenarios or headcanons of Ryoma, Kirihara, Tezuka and Sanada please <3

I hope you're doing good too! lol we never really manage to leave I guess. Konomi-sensei's curse... It can never be broken....

Echizen

Gets quite a lot of chocolates but doesn't really eat them. Either he gives them to Kikumaru or Momoshiro, or he brings it home and lets his family eat them instead. Ryoma doesn't really get the 'hype' and isn't that interested in it.

... Or at least until he meets you. And starts to tolerate you. And starts to maybe find you likable. And then before he realizes Valentine's Day is coming and he hears you talking to your friends about making homemade chocolates for him and suddenly he's looking forward to the D-day.

At the big day, he hovers around you to give you a chance to hand him his chocolates. He's interrupted by his senpais and fangirls several times, but in the end you manage to find him after tennis practice ends anyway.

Has a shit-eating grin on his lips when he receives it (much to your shock, since you saw him reject a lot of chocolates this year) and he inspects the package with interest before opening it.

"Home made, right? .... He~h.... Looks delicious. Thanks."

White Day present: colorful hairpins / small teddy bear.

Kirihara

Probably receives both obligatory chocolates and homemade ones. A lot of them. He's pretty popular not just because he's a regular of the tennis club, but also because he is generally quite friendly. Quite into Valentine's Day because he gets to eat a lot of food!

A week before Valentine's, he tries to subtly ask you to dig up some information on whether you're planning to give chocolates, and if you do, who were you thinking to make it for. Of course you catch up on it and teasingly tell him it's a secret.

On the actual day, he tries to make you jealous by showing off the many presents he received, but it backfires on him (this awkward cutie omg). He sees you giving out chocolates to all the boys in your class (not knowing they're all obligatory) and sulks for the rest of the day.

That is, until you finally come up to him and hand him a specially wrapped gift box. Immediately he's beaming and he's holding the box into his chest as if you were going to take it away as a joke or something.

"T-This is really for me, r-right?! I can eat it, right?!! This means what I think it is, right!?!?!"

White Day present: your favorite snacks / a bag of candies

Tezuka

A lot of chocolates! He thanks everyone who gives them personally to him but also apologizes because he doesn't feel the same way. But if the giver insists for him to have it, then he'll accept out of politeness. He is quite neutral, not exactly liking or hating Valentine's Day.

Because he's indifferent about the event, Tezuka doesn't really think about whether you'll be giving chocolates or not.

So on the Valentine's Day, he's a little surprised when he finds you going around the third year's corridors giving out chocolates to his teammates. He's a little curious, so he greets both you and Inui, whom you had just given a chocolate to, and he can't help but feel a little hurt when you bid them goodbye as soon as he comes onto the scene. His friend pats him on his back and chuckles. "Don't worry, Tezuka. There is a ninety seven percent probability that you'll still get chocolate from [Last_Name]."

It's only when he finishes tennis practice that he notices you waiting near the school gate, your hand cradling a gift bag which you offer him with a shy smile. He thanks you and unlike when it comes to the others, he finds himself gladly accepting your chocolates.

"Receiving this from you makes me very happy. Thank you."

White Day present: a simple and elegant looking bracelet.

Sanada

Surprisingly he still gets some chocolates, but most of the time they're not handed directly to him. Instead, they're all shoved into his locker or desk. He politely accepts them all but will not hesitate to throw away suspicious looking ones (read: homemade ones). Actually thinks Valentine's Day is a waste of time.

It's actually Yukimura who's brave enough to tease him a week before Valentine's. "Genichirou, aren't you curious who [Last_Name]-san will be giving chocolates to?" "I do not!" (He certainly didn't, but after that, he does)

It's a known fact that Sanada trains his mind constantly, and that's what he does in preparation for Valentine's after Yukimura's offhanded comment.

However all of that prep is in naught when you're smiling nervously at him and offering him a wrapped box. He's flustered on the inside even though he looks as stoic as ever on the outside.

"Aah, I see. No worries, I'll help you give it to Seiichi.......... Hmm? T-This is for me, you said? I... hadn't expected that. Then, I shall accept this gratefully. Thank you. I shall think of a proper gift for White Day."

White Day present: traditional hair accessory.

#prince of tennis #tennis no oujisama #echizen ryoma #kirihara akaya #tezuka kunimitsu #sanada genichirou #seigaku #rikkai #prince of tennis headcanons #gender neutral

[dreamsafterhours]

college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: III (donghyuk's pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff pairings: mark+my/n (fem), donghyuk+dy/n (fem), platonic!mark+dy/n, platonic!donghyuk+my/n format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college bf warning: some swearing

masterlist

or click here to meet your soulmate, eng lit!mark!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

III: 별빛이 내린다 샤라랄라랄라라 (2+2=4)

the meeting of two souls: donghyuk & dy/n

welcome! back and to the next part

in which things actually happen! yay

so. up until this point

it’s been quite obvious i hope

that this is the one where The Soulmates Meet™

and this one right here is the one where donghyuk meets his future wifenew best (not) friend

dammit this is a set plot with SET relationships

yeah

major spoilers for future parts but hey :) y’all know it i know it let’s just.

let’s get to it!!

that day you accidentally sleep in after a late night and walk into your lecture looking pretty trashier than you would normally a few weeks into the first sem and you’re already tired it’s okay bby aww

and mark suggests skipping the next lecture and going for coffee instead

you’re like ok lmfao free coffee for me yay thanks marcus i owe you one

and to make up for the lecture he suggests he join you and your roommate with his own roommate in the library later that day to study the material you’d missed out on

so you’re like sweet study group hell yeah and apparently his roommate is also in biomed like your roommate? hey they might get along pretty well it’d be nice to have roommates in the same faculty hey

little do you know you little cutie you uwu

mark takes you to a cafe to buy you your favourite drink and a croissant bc you skipped breakfast again and he cares about his friends ok plus he was eyeing that donut next to the savoury menu in the glass cabinet and he would have felt bad if he got something to eat and you didn’t

you sit down, sipping your drink at the window seats and wishing your fatigue away

laughing with mark about what you slept so late for

my/n had been ranting about her love life again or perhaps lack thereof,,

don’t worry tho

after you’d gotten her to sleep, you’d gotten major feels for an essay question that you’d been tasked with due in a week but you hadn’t touched it until last night

staring at the prompt for at least half an hour trying to get your head around it and wondering what the hell you’d write about

but like they say

starting is half of it

so when you start spinning your words and getting into the writing mood

you accidentally wrote an entire draft without realising

albeit being full of loose ends and points you need to refine, etc., it was a decent body of work that you’d tackle for a few more nights before turning in

a skeleton, you’d called it

“a skeleton?”

“yeah. next thing i need to do is.. flesh it out”

“.. literally”

cue mark’s small pause

/inhale/

/MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

you know how mark’s laugh is very how do i put this into words hm dictated

you can HEAR each HA and they’re separate syllables yet sometimes they can vary in tone and length right it’s usually the more consistent HAs before he kinda loses it and starts throwing himself around

it was that laugh

honestly man finds everything funny his laughing threshold seems so low

and no matter how unfunny you are he WILL laugh at anything you say

and you’ve been doing it a lot lately

you could say literally any random thing and he’d already be ready to laugh (see Figure 1.1)

Figure 1.1

you: /snort/

mark, already giggling: “what”

you, still sniggering: /touches his elbow/ “arm knee”

mark: /inhale/ gotta live and breathe that oxygen

mark: HAHAHAHAhahAhaHAHAhahAhHa (decrescendo.. cRESCENDO)

^ that but looped, with intermittent slaps to your arm

anyways you never fail to make him fall out of his chair in laughter

but enough of that. dy/n is donghyuk’s y/n for a REASON ahEM

so after you finish up your breakfast at the cafe you go back to your dorm to take a power nap and recharge before your library session you were going to stay awake but mark forces you to take a nap and you’re like bro you just fed me caffeine now you want me to sleep??

then he tells you he ordered your drink decaf

you turn to him real slow

“.. you sick traitor. how dare you besmirch my name so. you scorn my forefathers and our dependence on the holy bean’s juices. betrayal runs rampant in your soul and mine stands at the mercy of your choices, them informed by the devil himself”

mark: /shrug/ “placebo effect yeet. hey, it worked for a bit. now you should really go home and get your sleep”

and he drags you back to your dorm and waves you off before going to his next class

you’re lowkey grateful for it tho when you take a shower and collapse onto your bed, falling asleep in what you think could be half the time you usually take

dreaming about losing your airpods and mark yelling at you to be more careful and then you two fighting bc you’d just lost your $300 bean sprouts but you could have sworn he took them

then police sirens went off out of nowhere and both of you were being arrested for assault and thievery

why you were the one being arrested, you had no idea but it’s a dream nothing follows the guidelines of hard reality anyway

just as you’re about to be handcuffed, you think to yourself, nope. i have a library session to attend. ain’t nobody got time for this shit

and you just

wake up

but the sirens are still continuing?? so you’re like ? is my building surrounded

they’ve come for me

even though you haven’t exactly broken any laws or have you

and you realise it was the alarm you’d set in time to get ready for your library session

so you grab your stuff and leave for the library, double checking with your roommate over text to make sure she was on her way

her lab class was taking longer than usual so she tells you she’ll be 10 or so minutes late

so you tell her you’ll be saving a seat for her and call mark to let him know you’re on your way to the library

“oh i’m already here lol. alright, i’m waiting for you outside”

and sure enough, you see him leaning on the wall of the entrance, eyes on his phone

you consider calling out to him but before you actually do, he glances up and spots you walking over tf do you have psychic spatial awareness mark

smiles and takes his corded earphones out

“you seriously need to upgrade those”

“they work fine”

“nop i’m getting you airpods for your birthday”

“dUdE thEy’RE tOo ExPEnSiVe. nO dUDE NoO”

“nOP. i’m GOING to buy you EXPENSIVE BEAN SPROUTS for your LIFE DEBUT ANNIVERSARY and you CAN’T STOP ME”

at this point i should just put /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/ and you should know what laugh i’m referring to

/MARK LEE’S MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

/MLML/ for short

nvm it’s fine it’s kinda fun to type /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

literally mark laughs in bolded italics i’m just sad i can’t underline it on tumblr unless it’s a link lmfao

n e ways

i digress

you shush him because you’re about to walk into the library

“qUIET DOWN marcus” turn that sh down for quiet new dawn

the library is almost full for the day but after a minute or two scouring the building you find an empty four seater in the middle of nowhere it’s CRAZY you can NEVER find a MIRACLE like this life couldn’t get better

i’m sorry

you speed walk to claim it even though there was no one else in your vicinity to threaten your territory

mark laughs at you trying to get to the table as fast as you could without all out running

getting out your things, you send a photo of your seat to your roommate and tell mark to send it to his roommate as well so they know where to find you

you start watching the lecture online while taking notes and since you’re not in the lecture theatre you can talk more audibly with mark not that you don’t talk in the actual lecture too,,

maybe you do text a lot,,, during class

mark usually says things like “.. implications of what now?? interpretation of huh?” to which you reply “i want cheese when i get home”

and he has to stifle his laughter while you keep your straight face and continue writing your notes he admires this ability ngl

and so while you’re watching it on your computer

you can say things like “fuck. i want pickles”

and mark will /throw himself back/ and cackle and probably say some shit like “DIDN’T YOU HATE PICKLES??” between his giggles

and you’re like “yeah. fuck pickles but like. fuck. pickles”

he almost falls off his chair at this point

but when he balances himself again he spots someone down the corridor and wave them over

“oii! over here dude”

you turn to glance at them to expect his roommate, but you see your own roommate talking to someone and wave her over as well

“heYY my/n”

you see the other person turn to your roommate and tell her something, , then she says something back

which is apparently shocking to them, because he glances over at mark and then at you

and then he looks again when your roommate points straight at you

to which you’re like ?? hi? y u look me

and then they both start laughing

you wonder if they were laughing at you or smth until mark’s like “tf is that idiot doing”

and u look at him like ? what idiot

“that idiot. the idiot roommate i told u about. the one who called u a homewrecker”

and you’re like

wait

[info clog]

wait

[error]

“wait”

“what”

“that’s your roommate?” u point at the boy next to my/n, who r both still laughing at something going all “wOW r u KIDDING” he has a loud voice

and mark’s like “? yeah”

and you go

“.. the girl next to him is my roommate”

mark: “wait what”

that’s what she said

at that point they’ve made their way over to the table, still trying to hold in their laughter

you start to introduce your roommate to mark, who’s still confused by the situation

you: “mark, this is my/n, my/n this is mark”

my/n: “nice to see you again mark”

you: “wait. again?”

mark: “yeah we’ve met. hi my/n”

you: “what”

mark: “yeah”

my/n: “yeah”

his roommate: “yeah”

you:

you: “i feeling like i’m missing something here”

turns out

surprise surprise

that one friend that my/n had made in her biology class was mark’s roommate oh my god they were roommates

whose name, you are told, is lee donghyuk

magical moment

us watching: heh 🤤

u can’t help but do a lil body scan from head to toe bc he a fine piece of cake we all know that

honey skin, oversized white t shirt, black pants, sneakers and lighter brown hair that looks fluffy the type of fluffy that makes u wanna touch it

yes he’s good looking. yes

yaaaaas

then mark tells him your name

“she’s the one i said reminded me of you”

“r u talking abt me behind my back marcus??”

donghyuk laughs and holds out a hand for you to shake

“what kinda coincidence is this?? i adopt your roommate, you’re dealing with mine”

“oh you’re gonna have to get in line to adopt her, i’m her legal guardian, sorry donghyuk”

to which he goes

“lmfao then we’ll both be her parents”

“k but i’ll keep her on the weekends. you see her on the weekdays”

then he wipes his smile off his face and he’s like “who said we’re split”

mark and my/n are doing the /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/ at this point

mark: “so ,, seriously what are the chances”

you: “this quartet,, it’s fate guys it’s fate there’s no way about it”

yes it is. yes. it is

even that four seater table was free because of fate

donghyuk: “this calls for drinks later. we all free? no 9am classes tmr?”

my/n: “we have a physics prac at 8:30 dingus”

donghyuk: “ah shit”

you barely got any notes for that lecture for at least an hour because you end up talking altogether throughout the session but once you remember you’re in a library to study you request a ceasefire and agree to study for a bit which,, you gotta admit ,, isn’t really productive because you’re so excited to meet someone new

but the best part about the day was when you notice how many times mark is glancing at your roommate while she’s reviewing her notes, completely oblivious

donghyuk complains that he’s hungry after another hour or two and you suggest you all have dinner together

donghyuk leans back in his chair in a stretch, his jumper lifting up a little over his jeans and showing a bit of his belly “ah i’m craving chinese”

you perk up, “mE TOO”

so you all go to your favourite chinese place just outside campus where you find out that mark and my/n have the same taste and so do you and donghyuk

he points and u and goes “oH?”

“jjAMPPONG? U TOO?”

“the ONLY DISH EVER”

mark and my/n: jjajang is fine : )

you and donghyuk: “JJAMPPONG IS SUPERIOR”

give him a bro five with the shoulder bump and everything

the boys walk you and my/n back to your dorm afterwards

donghyuk and my/n end up walking in a pair and mark walks alongside you

mark mentions how it’d be fun if you made a group chat together

you: “do it”

“i don’t have your roommate’s number tho”

you’re smiling wickedly at his reaction “?? ASK HER FOR IT”

“dude what?? no u make one and i’ll add donghyuk to it”

“bRO JUST ASK”

“wHAT NO U DO IT THEN”

so u go

bet

and you call out the two biomed kids walking in front of you

“hey donghyuk! give me your number i’ll make a group chat”

“sure lol” and you open up a new contact to let him type his number into your phone

he saves his name as hot boi hyuk ✌🏻

which you just leave bc you’re busy making the group chat

mark is still astounded that you asked donghyuk for his number so easily

you: hi hello good day

my/n 🌸: yeetus meetus

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: bow before me

you: here before me lie the beginnings of a new era

you: one born from blood and stone

my/n 🌸: tf is she saying

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: idk but lets go with it

you: together we rise from the rubble and sort through the debris

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: yas queen

my/n 🌸: i hate this gc already

you: and we WILL REBUILD THIS EMPIRE

read by marcus the fool 🤡 at 8:21 pm

safe to say you stay up for a good while talking on that group chat while mark just sits idle,,

you honestly don’t know if he’s consciously reading or not maybe he just left his phone on the chat

and thus our quartet is complete,,

and they all lived

happily ever after

but this isn’t the ending tho is it

wink wonk /waggles eyebrows/

this is but the epilogue to the prologue

that doesn’t make sense but n e ways

our quartet has not yet become two pairings

y’all just don’t know what the future has in store for you :)

click here to meet your soulmate, eng lit!mark!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

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[gwoongi]

(abandoned) all i want for christmas is woohoo

kim seokjin / kim namjoon genre: uni au, fluff, crack rating: general words: 4.9k warnings: clownery, i knew nothing about uni, character dynamics based off a fic none of u have read a/n: incomplete prequel to the yoonmin fanfic i wrote three thousand years ago. i will never finish this so here’s what i started and left behind for the dogs to have at

The stranger makes a noise of voiced agreement. “Mood.”

September 8th.

One thing they never tell you before going to Uni, is that it’s fucking mental on Move In Day.

Obviously, he had some idea that the student digs would be fairly busy with students moving in, but he never expected to be waiting in a thick line of tired and excited first years for around fifteen minutes, only to then wait another twenty just for the student- who, by the way, was way too busy picking at her purple nail varnish to give two damns about Namjoon’s clearly very important moving in schedule- to find his key on the board barely 50 centimetres away from where she was sitting.

So, yeah- when his sister comes to Uni after him, he’s definitely going to warn her about the madness that is Move In Day, because clearly nobody else had cared if Namjoon was stuck waiting like a doormat for one student who thinks she’s something to hand him a key. I mean, how hard can it be? He doesn’t get it.

“Sorry about the wait,” another male student, who noticed the lack of enthusiasm from second year student apparently named Jisoo, says as he moves from behind the desk to give Namjoon a silver key on a chain, with two other keys present. “Here are your keys- one’s for the front door of your flat, second is for the main building in-case you’re late after hours and the third is for your pigeon box.” He pauses: “no help from your parents?”

Namjoon shrugs politely, “Just me. My parents are back in Ilsang, couldn’t make it.”

“Bummer,” the student replies. Along with the keys, he shoves a brown paper bag into Namjoon’s hands with a toothy smile. “Your complimentary moving in gifts, from the students who moved out! Thanks for picking Blossom Island as your student accomodation!”

Although Namjoon wants to tell him that Blossom Island was the only cheap option out of three absurdly priced accomodations for first years, he doesn’t; instead, he smiles, lips closed and dimples on display, nodding his head and turning all within the same second. The student moves away after, so he doesn’t feel bad about ending the conversation so abruptly.

Blossom Island is located smack bang outside of campus, across a small stream that Namjoon thought would be filled with blossom, but instead is littered with algae and tinfoil. It’s large, tall like a regular apartment complex, with a courtyard out the front with a bouncy castle that Namjoon can already see some people jumping on with what he assumes is their new roommates.

Namjoon leaves the lobby- should he call it a lobby? It was more of a downstairs kitchen and living room, with two small sofas and a mounted flat-screen, a pool table pushed weirdly in the middle of the colourful boxed room and a door near the back wandering into the community study area, another door for what he guesses is for laundry. Hauling his suitcase and big, cardboard box in his arms across the courtyard, he follows the number on the key- number 8, floor 6, Kyoto Building and barely makes it five steps without almost dropping the box entirely, all thanks to some jerk wearing Thrasher and a beanie.

“That’s what you get for not tying your shoelaces.”

Mid-crouch, Namjoon looks over his shoulder and spots Min Yoongi stepping out of the building, followed by a rather proud looking set of parents, preening at the fact that their son is going into Nursing. Due to that, he bites back a curse word he figures would be impolite for the elders, and manages a smile in the sun.

“What? He clearly pushed into me,” Namjoon reasons, standing upright and saying a hasty hello to Yoongi’s parents, who, in all honesty, have never really liked him much. He laughs breathily, waiting for a few seconds before asking, “where are you?”

Yoongi checks his key. “Number 13, Floor 0, Juko Building. What kind of name is Juko, anyway?”

“Beats me,” Namjoon scoffs. “I think Juko’s close to Kyoto. I’ll come visit when you’re all settled and moved in, yeah?”

Yoongi nods, already beginning to walk away. “Yeah, I’ll get your mug out ready.”

That’s the thing with Yoongi, Namjoon thinks as he walks away; he’s always been about the little things in life. In the many, many years that Namjoon has known Yoongi, he’s never really changed- Yoongi has always been compassionate and cutely caring, buying two mugs instead of one and making pasta for two when he knew Namjoon was due to visit on days his parents were working late. And he feels bad, because Yoongi is a giving guy, not a receiving one.

He watches as Yoongi leaves with his parents, and he feels weirdly sad. It’s none of his business, too, as he watches the three Min’s enter the Juko Building, painted a pastel pink with mint compliments, swirling patterns dancing as the leaves on the trees move in the whisper of wind.

Namjoon now has the urge to paint.

In Number 8, Floor 6, Kyoto Building, Kim Seokjin finally sets down the last potted plant on the sparse looking shelf above his desk, and he steps back with his hands on his hips to admire the minimal effort. Although it definitely took some struggle, what with his Dad accidentally dropping his bag with his Nintendo inside and his Mother judging his absurd amount of pink bath-towels, Seokjin has a feeling in his stomach- the feeling where you know that everything is going perfectly.

There’s a smell in the air; blossom from the large tree outside his window, propped open on the hatch to allow a breeze air out the room. Since his roomie hasn’t arrived yet, the least he can do is get rid of the stuffy smell, something strangely similar to pool chlorine. He inhales it deeply, a smile tugging at his lips. Seoul weather amazes him- even though Gwacheon is a blink away, Seokjin is already starting to feel like a new person.

Maybe it’s just University excitement. Maybe it’s University nerves. But, maybe it’s also because he really needs a wee and can’t think properly.

He waits nicely for his parents to finish up straightening every single crease in his bedsheets before saying goodbye. Although he might tease to their faces that he won’t miss them, and they won’t miss him, Seokjin knows from the minute they open the door to head back out to the corridor that it’s going to take a while to adjust to life without the nagging, but endearing, guidance of his family.

Because Seokjin has always sort of been the baby boy of the Kim’s from Gwacheon- his older brother inherited a type of broodiness that Seokjin is thankful he hasn’t got yet, and so Seokjin’s always been the favourite. The favourite crawler, the favourite footballer, the favourite baker and painter- in honesty, Seokjung never wanted any of that. Seokjin’s proud of who he is- he’s so fucking proud of his family. So he sort of takes pride in being the baby boy of the Kim family. He wears it like armour, glistening armour that represents him in front of a whole army of potential threats and friends.

Jinyoung, an old friend, used to say it was embarrassing- as if Jinyoung doesn’t have a comfortable enough life with parents who would murder for him, but Seokjin doesn’t care. Why should he be ashamed of being loved? Most families aren’t as close as the Kim’s, so he takes extra care in making sure his family know that he loves them. That’s the sort of guy he is- giving, occasionally receiving, but giving, giving his whole heart and soul to everybody else in order to make others happy.

Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose as the door closes with a sickening click, the noise muting around the faint buzz of traffic across campus and the baby birds in the nest a few floors down on a branch, fluttering in the wind like wings. He’s so lost in the way the small twigs are woven together, like the way a spider builds a web, or an ant a colony, that he doesn’t realise three minutes have passed.

Now he really needs a wee.

When Namjoon opens the door to room 8, he’s surprised.

Not shocked, but surprised. Because there’s a difference between shock and surprise- shock is entering a room and finding a serial killer, but surprise is walking into a room and finding a party. The difference is in the level of reaction, and Namjoon hadn’t walked in and been completely thrown off by a wall of cute posters and the obvious collection of DS games and a cool looking computer. If anything, he’s intrigued. Surprised. Pleasantly surprised, perhaps.

To the right, Namjoon hears the toilet flush and he knows that he has a couple seconds to look around the room and plonk his bags and box on the plain bed before his roommate emerges from the bathroom. As he sets them down, he casts a gaze towards the right side of the room where his roomie has claimed a bed, a desk and a small looking wardrobe near the door. On the wall next to his bed, a collection of posters have been washi taped to the boring blank canvas- although, as an artist, Namjoon considers anything blank and white to be inviting and anything but boring, because a canvas holds endless opportunities- and his bed covers are a washed out blue, a colour that now, actually, as he’s looking at it, is becoming more chiffon coloured.

It’s evident his roommate likes video games- half the posters on the wall are related to games he knows that they must like; Animal Crossing, a small Stardew Valley postcard and a commissioned drawing of Jinx from LoL, taped next to a large artwork of Mario Kart and more postcard art of games Namjoon thinks he’s heard of but isn’t sure- The Last of Us, Tekken, Zelda. He pretends not to notice the small Minecraft postcard in the corner of the mural but weirdly enough, he finds it endearing knowing that someone at University still plays Minecraft. 

Most of all, Namjoon notices the strange obsession with The Sims, as seen through multiple artworks and the fantastic collection of Sims3 Expansion packs sitting on the shelf above his bed, next to pop figures and a photo frame of a group of friends.

He wonders if his roommate will let him use the expansion packs when he’s bored.

“Oh, hey.”

Clearly having not heard the bathroom door open, Namjoon spins on the spot to look back at the bathroom, where his roommate stands with his hand animatedly raised in a wave, a smile lifting his cheekbones. They look pale, almost watery, but Namjoon doesn’t say anything. He knows why.

“Hey. Namjoon,” he says, leaning forward to shake his hand. For a moment, his roommate stares at the hand, as if wondering what to do with it. “What?”

His roomie shakes his head, moving to shake his hand once, up and down, before letting it drop. “Nothing. It’s just, well, how many people give handshakes nowadays?”

Namjoon thinks it over in his head. “Well, a lot of people. Useful in business, and stuff. A manager might want to shake your hand at a job interview.”

As he says the words, Namjoon can tell by the passing look on his roommates face that he wasn’t expected to give an answer. He stops talking after that, looking back to his bed with a feeling similar to embarrassment, while his roommate moves towards the window and clears his throat awkwardly.

“Seokjin.” He finally introduces himself. Seokjin- it has a ring to it. Namjoon says it over in his head, growing familiar with it. Now that he’s mentioned it, Namjoon looks back over his shoulder and realises that he looks like a Seokjin. The name suits him. “What’re you studying here?”

“Art and Design,” Namjoon replies with a brief smile over his shoulder. Seokjin isn’t looking, anyway. “Nothing too crazy.” He looks at the wall of posters- “Are you studying graphics?”

“Yeah. I’m studying Digital Art,” Seokjin replies, and it’s clear in the way his whole body moves as he says it that he’s passionate about his subject. He laughs shortly, “Isn’t it funny how we’re both doing art and we got pushed together? Do you think that’s intentional?”

Namjoon shrugs, taking out his clothes first from one of his suitcases. “Maybe. I’m glad you’re Digital Art and not Performing Arts. One, this room is not big enough to dance and sing and two, I don’t want to be woken up by a classical alarm clock. You know?”

Seokjin laughs and it suffices as a reply.

As Namjoon sifts around his bag and pulls out the remainder of his clothes, Seokjin turns around and watches for a swift three seconds, and then moves back towards his desk and absent-mindedly moves around his keyboard, straightening it up.

“Do you need any help?” he asks, and as Namjoon turns to catch his eye, he notices he means it genuinely.

“Uh, I’m alright,” Namjoon replies, and even though Seokjin can clearly see the amount of work he has left to do to his half of the bedroom, he doesn’t pry and decidedly drops it. He shrugs.

“Alright then. I’m gonna head out,” Seokjin says. He gestures with his head to the hallway. “Out on campus, they’re doing that thing. What do they call it- Wildflower? I think I just wanna go meet some people. I can wait for you, and we can go together, if you want?”

Namjoon does want. He really wants to. But he takes several glances back at his boxes and frowns deeply. And anyways, he’ll have plenty of time to hang out with Seokjin later, won’t he?

“I’ll pass,” Namjoon rejects him softly, a smile on his lips as if to say, I do want to come but I’m way too busy. Seokjin’s lips twitch into a pursed mouth and he nods. “I’ve just got a lot to do. We could hang out later, if you want?”

“Sure,” Seokjin replies, already inching towards the door. “Yeah, alright. If you need help, just text me. I’ve got my number on the pinboard above my desk- just incase, you know?”

Namjoon glances over; surely enough, on a corkboard pinned to the wall above his desk and beneath the shelf, he can see the sleek black letters printed with “emergency number” written next to it in messy handwriting. He smiles, mostly because he’s never seen someone have their own phone number hung up in their room before, and nods without looking in Seokjin’s direction. “Okay, thanks, Seokjin-ssi.”

Seokjin makes a sound similar to a laugh, air through his nose, a small intake of high pitched breath afterwards. Out the corner of his eye, Namjoon can see him hovering his hand over the handle and to be polite, he finally looks over. Something tells him he was waiting for that.

“Seokjin should be fine,” Seokjin replies with a smile.

By the time Namjoon finishes sorting out his things (and by sorting out, he means that he’s hung up his clothes and kicked the cardboard box towards his desk out of the way), Seokjin’s still not back from Wildflower, and quite frankly, he’s bored.

As if by a magnetic pull, he finds himself leaving Kyoto building to trudge in the mid-move-in-manic, across the small courtyard where the bouncy-castle has deflated thanks to someone jumping on it wearing shoes, and towards Juko building, a big clump of pastel next to the white blossom tree that Namjoon is jealous of. Yoongi’s room, even back at his home in Daegu- where Namjoon had lived throughout his entire high-school life before his parents moved back to Ilsang during his final year-, was somewhere Namjoon had felt completely and utterly accepted. At home.

He always found it funny how Yoongi said the same thing for him- his bedroom back home was small, smaller than the dorm room he has now. It was an average room, with small bold letters spelling out his name on the front of his door, and his walls were painted a navy blue with dark wood floors that went through the entire house, with thrown around covers and three pillows to sleep with and furniture which didn’t match the colours. But Yoongi’s room was different. Yoongi’s room was Yoongi.

Slanted ceilings and an off-white coloured paint-job on the walls, with grey curtains and white sheets and an electric piano pushed up against the window-wall, overlooking a small line of houses out the front of the street Yoongi lived on, a tree that turned orange in October. On his walls, Yoongi liked to keep it minimal, minus the posters of his favourite artists and a little area above his desk for pictures of him and Namjoon, his first family pet, a ticket to his first family vacation when he was thirteen, dried flowers from a tiny bundle he was given on a Valentine’s Day. His first Valentine’s gift. A memory. A wall of memories, stuck with shimmery tape and dried blue-tac on the white, unremovable, stuck like glue. It was everything Namjoon wanted in a room. It was everything Namjoon needed in a place to feel completely and utterly safe.

Namjoon wasn’t surprised that Yoongi had stuck with the bland style of dorm room, compared to the bed next to him which his roommate- a kid studying Music with an incredible obsession with BoA and Michael Jackson- who, even though he was an amazing artist, Namjoon always felt weirded out by.

He stands by the doorframe as Yoongi shuffles to straighten his blanket at the end of his bed, simply looking at the decor, taking it all in with a deep breath. His roommate stared at Namjoon waiting in the doorway and pulled his lips to a frown, excusing himself, “...heading to Wildflower, bye,” being the only words he ever said to Namjoon.

“Namjoon, I hate it.”

“You’ve been here for two hours,” Namjoon frowns, sitting on his roommate’s bed. He won’t mind (only he does, and he notices the imprint of Namjoon’s arse left behind which he thought would disappear after five minutes.) “It’s not that bad, surely?”

Yoongi shakes his head adamantly. “I wanna go home, Joon. I don’t wanna do nursing.”

“You might really like it, though,” Namjoon sighs. “You never know!”

“I don’t want to study nursing,” Yoongi repeats himself through pouted lips that Namjoon can hear. “I wanted to do art, or music like my stupid roommate. I don’t know why I’m here, Namjoon, I really don’t know why I’m doing this to myself.”

Namjoon knows it’s hard for Yoongi. His family expect too much- like most parents, actually, Yoongi knows they want the best for him. But, the best isn’t forcing him into a nursing degree.

Toying with the frays on Yoongi’s roommate’s blanket, Namjoon says, “hey, hey, calm down. It’s fine- if you don’t like the first three classes, you can’t be expected to stay. You’ve got to do what you want to do.”

Yoongi bites his lip before replying. “I have nowhere to go if I drop out. I’ll do a year, maybe. Maybe half a year. Oh, I don’t fucking know. I don’t wanna give up and let down my family, you know?”

Namjoon does know. His parents had wanted him to be a lawyer. His sister, Kyungmin, wanted Namjoon to do something with his music. But, like the delinquent he is, Namjoon always knew he had a passion for art. Drawing made him happiest- letting his thoughts draw something on a blank canvas was the closest thing to real magic. Singing your feelings is one pleasure, but capturing the colours and movements onto paper was something Namjoon found absolutely rewarding. Thankfully, his parents knew there was no point in forcing him into doing something he wouldn’t enjoy. He was lucky.

“Yeah, I know.”

Yoongi knows Namjoon knows, and he also knows Namjoon doesn’t know what to say. He pulls at the bridge of his nose and lets out a low grunt. “Anyway. How’s your roomie? A weirdo?”

Namjoon shakes his head. “No, not really. I mean, he’s really into video games but it’s not overbearing. Kinda endearing. He’s fun. Seokjin.”

“Oh, cool,” Yoongi replies, nodding slowly. “You get all the good stuff, you know that?”

“What’s mine is yours,” Namjoon says with a frown.

At that, Yoongi smiles. “Yeah. I know, Joon.”

Wildflower lives up to the frantic Google search that Seokjin did moments before heading down to check it out. Even before arriving, he could smell the variety of foods on rickety stalls, and hear the experimental strum of a live band getting ready to play near the main building to the University campus.

Ducking his head underneath the waving arm of another female first-year, Seokjin took a stroll around the small section of Wildflower, politely looking at the bits and bobs he could purchase, like complimentary University flags and tapestries for walls, or a coffee where the change went to a local suicide-prevention charity. He bought one, a tea that was too milky for his taste, and continued walking.

He hadn’t bought much change with him. After the rather awkward first meeting with Namjoon, Seokjin had let it slip his mind. Regardless, he wasn’t willing to let the lack of coins and a credit card spoil his First Day mood. Inhaling the smell of a nearby Jjinmandu stand, he let his stomach steer him towards it, collecting the spare change in his pocket- luckily for him, he had around 4,000 in his jacket pocket which more than comfortably paid for a portion of Mandu.

“Here you go,” the server hands Seokjin his small paper dish of Jjinmandu with a smile, a smile that reminded Seokjin of his third-year teacher back when he was a child. Warm, inviting, kind, a mother’s smile. She smiled toothily when Seokjin handed her more than he was being charged, saying it was a tip, first day luck, or something. She bowed her head meekly.

Without wanting to hold up the slightly growing line, Seokjin moves out of the way and towards a small cluster of metal tables and chairs, shivering as the umbrellas moved in the wind, passing the sauces with a thoughtful pause. He has time to kill; he puts his dish on the small counter and puts a tiny blob of sauce in the corner, and he dips his finger in to taste it. He recoils visibly, finding the taste too bitter.

From somewhere behind him, Seokjin hears what sounds like laughter and he turns, surprised, and finds another student with a bright orange lanyard hung around his neck. He’s a total stranger, with hair pushed into a black beanie and a denim jacket covering a brown shirt, with some black jeans with the knees cut out. On his feet, worn out Converse. Seokjin does a double take.

“You know that’s spicy BBQ, right?”

Weirdly enough, Seokjin finds that he sounds exactly like what he thought he would. He stares at his glasses, first, and the way they slide down his nose, slightly oily because of the heat.

“Don’t you usually have teriyaki with Mandu?” he continues, wandering over to glance at the bottles of sauce, before pushing a slightly stained bottle towards Seokjin with a smile. “There. Honestly, scrape off the BBQ, this will taste so much better.”

Seokjin feels dumb. “I only usually have the tomato chilli. “

“Yeah, and BBQ?”

“No,” he replies, and then he laughs quietly, “no, never BBQ. Let’s call that...first day experimenting.”

The stranger nods along, shoving a mouthful of his own Mandu. Seokjin wants to point out that he has sauce on the corner of his mouth, but it feels rude. He barely knows him.

Glancing at the lanyard around his neck, Seokjin finishes his mouthful- “Are you staff?”

“What?” the stranger asks, caught off guard. Then, he looks down at the lanyard and smiles, politely, not in mockery, and shakes his head, disturbing feathery hairs that were once tucked up into the beanie. “Oh, no. No, I’m a first year.” He chortles at Seokjin’s stunned expression. “What, do I look really old?”

“No,” Seokjin replies. “I was just...surprised. I don’t know- today’s been weird for me. I’m all over the place.”

The stranger makes a noise of voiced agreement. “Mood.”

They stand in silence for a couple moments after that, eating, staring off at the little stream that ran around the perimeter of the small square, listening to the sound of the live band kicking off their setlist with a slow song appropriate for the weather.

The stranger swallows his Mandu, pointing at Seokjin with his spork without really realising, “oh, I’m Hoseok by the way.”

Hoseok. A name to the face.

“Seokjin,” he replies. Now he’s finished his Jjinmandu. “Digital Art.”

Hoseok makes a noise. “Woah, no way.” Gesturing to himself, “Art and Music.”

Seokjin wants to laugh. “That’s so weird. My roomie also does art. It’s like I’ve been thrown into a pool full of art students.”

“Yeah. Well, we are in the Arts Square. Wouldn’t it be weird if I was doing Chinese studies and I hung around in the Arts Square on my first day?”

“True,” Seokjin nods.

Talking to Hoseok is easy. It’s so fucking easy- it’s as if Hoseok has been a friend for years. They walk together, along the small path that barely fits them both, weaving around the stream. Seokjin learns that Hoseok is from Gwangju, and has a sister who designs clothing in the city. Hoseok, in return, learns that Seokjin barely escaped being a lawyer and comes from a family inheriting endless zeros. It doesn’t bother him. It usually bothers people.

“It’s cool that you got to do what you wanted to,” Hoseok says as they walk further along campus. Now, they’ve reach the on-campus convenience store, the artificial lighting making Hoseok squint, even though daylight still pushed on. “Most kids don’t when they’re in your kind of position.”

Hoseok quickly looks over, “I don’t mean that in a bad way, I only-”

“No,” Seokjin agrees, nodding and thrusting his hands into his pockets. He dips his head upwards, inhaling the smell of the sunshine, before looking at Hoseok with a friendly smile. “No, you’re right. Most kids don’t. I’m lucky.”

Hoseok’s grateful Seokjin didn’t misunderstand. “Hm, maybe we’ll be in each-other’s classes.”

He says it with a hopeful tone, lightly nudging Seokjin’s shoulder with a small smile, that caused dimples to spread across his lower cheeks.

“I hope so,” Seokjin replies, but the sound of the stream covers it. Hoseok keeps walking, not making it known if he heard. He probably hadn’t.

Namjoon rolls over the next morning, not quite remembering how he got home and when, and squints at the Sepia screen of his phone. It reads 6:45am, too fucking early to be awake on a Saturday.

did you get home ok yoongi

dont think i care about you or anything yoongi

Namjoon snorts quietly, wincing when he thinks he’s woken up Seokjin across the room. But, when he looks over towards Seokjin’s side of the dorm, he notices that he’s not even in bed. His sheets are tucked in tightly, and his jacket is absent on the coat hangers on the back of the door.

Holy shit, Seokjin gets up early.

yeah. hows minjoon, the name robber joonie

seriously fuck off he’s playing fred videos yoongi

it’s fucking 7am yoongi

Namjoon scoffs, mostly to himself- because who else is he going to scoff too?-, and rolls over flatly to press his feet onto the flattened out carpet of his room. The sun barely peeks through the shitty curtains, and he yawns loudly, feeling the euphoria of a morning stretch. Namjoon sighs with pleasure at the feeling of his body stretching out, letting his arms drop and grabbing his phone to reply to Yoongi, who Namjoon’s surprised is awake, even when Fred is involved.

i thought fred had died, fr joonie

bitch me too but here we have his channel, still screeching away about rubber sharks in his tiny swimming pool yoongi

im really not joking joon. i wanna quit so bad i’ve been here less than 24 hours and i’m already fantasising about drinking the bathroom bleach yoongi

He’s about to reply when the door to their dormitory room swings open, and the hostility of the swing almost makes him drop his phone on the floor. Namjoon scrambles to catch it, staring up with surprise at the sight of Seokjin carrying two mugs of what appears to be tea. Namjoon smells the cranberry as Seokjin comes closer with a sheepish, yet almost smug, smile. Bare in mind, Namjoon hates cranberry tea; at the smell he smiles and fakes joy.

“Saw your post-it saying you had to set an alarm for seven,” Seokjin said casually. “Figured you’d be up by the time I came back with this...hope you like cranberry.”

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SnK S3E12  Poll Results (Manga Reader Version)

The poll closed with 487 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please note that this is the results of the manga reader poll. Anime only watchers are suggested not to read if you do not wish to be spoiled about certain events! Anime only viewers, click here to view your poll results!

RATE THE EPISODE 481 Responses

The final episode of the first half of S3 was another banger with positive reactions. Compared to earlier in the season when manga readers seemed more dissatisfied with the adaptation, we are happy to see that the final episodes of the arc turned out to be a much more positive experience!

Considering this episode was essentially just the calm before the storm, I was pleasantly entertained by it. Not the best episode because not a whole lot happened, but still it did what it needed to do.

I was super worried they would change something in this episode but thank Ymir-sama it's okay.

IT WAS AWESOME AND THAT ENDING IS ONE OF THE BEST THING THIS ANIME HAS EVER MADE!

This episode was so good! And funny! And angsty at the end! All the ingredients that make a good AOT episode

Very good, the preview was spooky and the whole episode had humor to lighten the mood, some emotional stuff and High Anxiety Cliffhangers to finish us off. Its gonna be a long 6 months.

HOW WOULD YOU RATE THE FIRST HALF OF SEASON 3 AS A WHOLE? 481 Responses

Overall, the first half of season three was satisfying for manga reading poll takers despite the changes.

All in all, absolutely stunning season. From the bottom of my heart, thank you WIT.

It was a really good episode. It followed manga perfectly. Every ep. of Uprising should has been like that. Too bad it wasn't, that why I rated the whole series pretty lowly. Honestly, I expected something better. But that was fine, not the worst. Yet, I would have changed a lot.

Really good way to end this half of the season. Can't wait to see the next half. It was nice to see a "calm before the storm" episode.

It was a brilliant idea to end the first part of season 3 right there, by doing this we were given proper construction to this arc.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE SEASON TAKING A BREAK UNTIL APRIL? 481 Responses

About 37% of respondents are sad to see the anime take a break, but nearly half of voters are fine with the break stating that it’s not too bad of a wait, with some who are even looking forward to the breather for a bit (we’re looking forward to having a good rest as well although we will miss the anime!).

I'm okay with it since it means that we will a get a really well made RtS arc. But they really should've said that the break was going to be this long earlier. Or just called it season 4

Waiting is something we SnK fandom know how to do, unfortunately

As a manga reader it's easy to not be too upset since we'll have plenty of chapters during that time.

It's nice to get a breather before shit hits the fan.

I don’t mind waiting 6 months when I know it means the animation will look a lot nicer as a result

I feel like i would have been less upset if they just told us from the start how its gonna be... I hated the uncertainty

If it means a fantastic second cour then I'm all for it. I mean my life is empty and I wish I were dead, but other than that I've accepted it!

6 months for preparing myself to let Erwin rest in peace

I AM NOT READY FOR RTS THIS IS LITERALLY THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO A HIATUS WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WIT

WAIT Studio

Does Annie have some space next to her for the next 6 months?

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING SCENES WERE YOUR FAVORITES? 480 Responses

The Survey Corps’ sendoff was the most favorite moment of the episode, followed closely by Eren and Jean’s nostalgic fight. Levi and Erwin’s talk after the meeting made it to third most favorite scene of the episode, followed closely behind by Eren, Armin and Mikasa’s conversation. Everyone losing their minds over meat was another favorite.

Erwin was so perfect, I loved his little laugh, I thought the whole interaction with him and Levi was done so well... god, I'm gonna miss him so much, it actually hurts.

Good breather episode, comedy gold with the dinner scenes, and the send-off was just as fun as it was touching. Also, the extra scene was creepy and great, but I hope anime-only watchers don't spoil themselves trying to find the meaning to it...

I think they did a really good work with the Erwin x Leviv talk, and EMA talk... Since enfatizing Erwin's reasons, and showing Armin's, It became more clear Levi's choice in future

I loved EMA talk... it made me pretty sad because of the events which now are taking place in the manga. That was good to see them together in the anime.

My Eruri shipping heart was in tatters, I tell you. I've been looking forward to the ""I'll break your legs"" scene for ages now, and shit, watching it was a literal punch to the gut. Erwin's beautiful roar of victory on the wall, his final ""SUSUME"" just... I was in awe.

Sasha nomming on Jean’s hand was even funnier animated

The 104th dinner scene was just perfect! It's been so long since we had a scene of such warmhearted camaraderie, it really brought back all my season 1 feels for the babies. Beautifully done.

Overall great Episode, really liked how they foreshadowed Erwins Demise and his conversation with Levi, EMA talk was great too, and the serumbowl scene made for an amazing cliffhanger

DID THE GLITCHED ENDING SCARE YOU? 483 Responses

The abrupt reminder that SNK is a horror anime definitely seemed to work!  The majority of people were scared by the ending at least a little bit, and some were thoroughly terrified.

"Blink and you'll miss it" my a**

Honestly it reminded me of how horrid the show actually is. I forget it's not all cute and funny scenes with a tinge of "yikes" that happened, but instead vice versa

I knew it was coming in the ED but didn't know WHEN and I was just anticipating it like a dark corridor in a horror movie XD

Moreso that scare me, it got under my skin and just stayed in my head the rest of the day.

Scare is not the right word. The option I'm looking for is FUCKING WRECKED

I learned that apparently a lot of you watch shit alone in the dark. But to answer the question, no, not at all.

It thrilled me to see them cleverly setting up the next half of the season this way

Only the Levi's distorted "you guys". The glitched ending was awesome

I saw some screencaps of it prior to watching so I was somewhat prepared but it was way creepier than i thought it would be, it spooked me

It wasn't actually SCARY, but I fucking loved it. So twisted and creepy

rip ears in that ending, it makes for some great youtube reactions though lol

Well, mark me down as scared and horny

SHOULD ZACKLEY’S ART BE REALIZED? 478 Responses

We suppose the real question is, when will Zackley’s “art” stop becoming something we ask about? :P All in all, most of you agree that it should not be seen or talked about. 21% of you are still finding humor in it.

HOW MUCH DID YOU ENJOY THE SEQUENCE OF EREN AND JEAN FIGHTING? 483 Responses

Most of the viewers enjoyed Eren and Jean’s antics with 84% rating the scene with a 4 out of 5 or higher. 

Mikasa letting them fight and not dragging Eren way is the best part! It's such an important character development for her. Also this Episode was full of parallels to their training days. Great episode.

Eren and Jean bringing the Drama™ (as expected of Eren and Jean)

THE SURVEY CORPS HAS NEVER EXPERIENCED A SEND-OFF LIKE THEY DID IN THIS EPISODE - FAVORITE PART OF THIS SCENE? 481 Responses

The surreal experience of getting a positive send-off like this made Erwin’s smile and shout the overwhelming winner here, and for good reason!  A smaller portion of respondents enjoyed Springlestein being themselves and a few called out Levi’s face in the comments:

All of it. Because it will be the first and the last time we'll see it

YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Levi looking at screaming Erwin like "WTF Erwin"

Hange smile

LEVI'S SOFT LOOK

I like the manga version better because Levi's smile was softer there

Levi's expression when Erwin did his triumphant shout.

literally everything about it was perfect

WOULD YOU LET LEVI BREAK YOUR LEGS? 480 Responses

While 58% of respondents cannot understand why anybody would want their legs broken by Levi, a small percentage were even asking for it.

THE EPISODE WENT EXACTLY AS THE ORIGINAL MANGA! 478 Responses

So, the story behind this one is that one of the pollsters posted this “question” on our original document as a joke while another one of us was at work. When the one at work got off, they put the question onto the poll form while the person who created the “question” was not online, not realizing it was meant to be an unpublished joke. This was completely overlooked during the final proofread. It was never actually intended to make it onto the poll but since one of us always tries to rush through things, here we are! In any case, we hope you guys had a good laugh, because we all collectively lost it when we realized the mistake much too late!

wow y'all throwin shade with this Q huh

Yes, it is Erwin's birthday celebration after all

Glad that Erwin and the crowd’s screaming was a ‘dialogue’ and that he screamed again.

Makes sense, given how its purpose is to set up the new arc. Not much need to leave things out for the sake of pacing.

They done it so perfectly! I love that episode and love the hope in the air, my man similing and being happy, I love they see people cheering for them. THAT was earned.

It still modified some moments like Armin thinking of Eren and Mikasa instead of the bullies in the manga. Maybe it's better and more consistent with the following events.

Thanks God! The whole series should has been this way. Compared to the sad 1st episode of Uprising, this one was a true masterpiece.

u people need to get the salt in your blood checked, let others be dissatisfied with something they care about? please and thanks

i don't care if it went exactly as the original manga or with some changes as long as the episode is good

THE CHAPTER SIGNIFIED THE START OF A NEW ARC, BUT THE ANIME USED IT TO END THE FIRST COUR, WAS THIS A BENEFICIAL DECISION? 478 Responses

The majority of folks thought shifting the send-off to the end of the cour to create an uplifting cliffhanger was a good way to end the season.  Several people called attention to how much contrast was felt between such a positive ending and the credits scene.

I think it works great, especially the triumph of the send off and the "oh shit, what's happening" moment in the ED

should have been the first ep of the next arc, with the send off as the cliffhanger

It was a nice, fun send off for the arc. Has the suspense of the scouts going towards the foes. The next episode with the next chapter/s will be perfect for getting back into the series after 6 months

WAIT Studio used it as an effective cliffhanger but from an adaptation perspective it's just like the Wall Titan. Something to keep the audience's attention at the cost of the narrative's flow. If the season was going to be split then rushing the Uprising Arc at breakneck speed resulting in one extra episode was pointless.

The opening of 73 is a perfect opening for the second cour, so I knew from the beginning of the season that ending in this chapter would be their aim. The second half won't struggle for content, and they can either push ahead flashbacks (I expect some of Bert's parts from 96 making it into the adaptation of 77) or content that didn't make it in the first half used to extend other parts (Eren's experiments for Armin realizing how to beat Bert in 81)

I think this will help the second part by being on the way to Shiganshina to start it off.

Heck cliffhangers!

LEVI WASN’T EXPLICITLY SHOWN EAVESDROPPING UNTIL THE END OF EMA’S CONVERSATION, DO YOU THINK THIS DIMINISHED THE FORESHADOWING? 478 Responses

The vast majority of respondents agreed that as long as we saw him listening to them, that’s ultimately all that matters. A small few believe that not showing him listening in on them earlier will diminish the overall impact when he makes his decisions later, however.

I don't think it matters, especially if the anime includes a flashcut to this moment post-decision, which will make its important even more obvious for viewers who may not remember this scene at all.

I'm not sure, I guess it did seem more ambiguous here. They'll flashback to it when serumbowl happens though.

Wouldn’t have spent more time on it. This show is about subtle details. I think its ok.

It still worked, but I would have liked it to have been made clear that he saw Armin's expression when he was talking about the ocean

No, but i think it was nice in the manga to see that at the beginning of the conversation he was standing and ended up on the floor by the end of it. Small detail, but i took it like he didn't mean to listen in the beginning but decided to stay in the end because of what he was hearing?

No, because it was a detail it meant a lot more. Subtle details have greater impact in visualities, manga is a different medium and the scene was used properly for its medium.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT WIT SHOWING *THAT PART* OF THE RTS ARC AS A TEASER? 480 Responses

38% of respondents believe that the teaser was a great way to keep interest in the series high. 20% specifically feel that it will keep the anime only fans invested. About 21% of respondents combined don’t think it was the smartest choice on WIT’s end while almost 10% are just not ready to see that animated at all.

Even though I already know what will happen, my body *isn't* ready for this shit to come, except for the lightning spears

Honestly, I thought it was stupid as fuck and a cheap way to keep hype up for anime-only people. I would've preferred my anime-only friend to go into RTS completely blind.

I think it's great because it lends itself a lot of hype for the next half as well as leaving it very open ended. Especially because they cut out lines about the serum.

I think this teaser shocked more the manga readers than the anime onlines.

It's the worst part of the manga they could spoil. I'm not sure what they intend to do by showing such a controversial moment

It was brilliant. Anime only watchers don't often get the experience of agonizing over certain cliffhangers monthly, but with this flashforward looming in their head, they have a whole season of suffering ahead of them. SUFFER LIKE US, ANIME ONLIES!

I really liked it but I think they could have shown a part of Bert/Reiner/Zeke’s convo since we saw Bert and Reiner at the end of the episode, and it would have anime-onlies wondering who the glasses guy is

I was shocked and hyped at seeing them include this scene, but at the same time I’m sad that anime-onlies were spoiled that at the very least Mikasa, Eren, and Levi will survive until this scene, destroying any tension of them dying

I'm really conflicted; on one hand, I was very surprised in a positive way, cause it was a ballsy and unexpected move. On the other hand, I understand that anime viewers might be sick of spoilers bc of the scene at the beginning of ep1.

It gave me anxiety lol. Please someone save my babies from their horrible destiny

One hell of a cliffhanger and I can't really imagine anything better to show everything going wrong (Colossal nuke is way too obvious, for example), but the people complaining about spoilers do have a point...

WHAT ARE YOUR EXPECTATIONS FOR RTS’S ADAPTATION? 480 Responses

WHAT SEGMENTS OF RTS ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING ANIMATED NEXT COUR? 481 Responses

Over half of respondents feel that the Return to Shiganshina arc will be delivered just as well as Uprising was. 37% of respondents feel it will be much better than Uprising’s adaptation. A small few don’t have much faith in the second half of the four.

FUCK ME UP!! R.I.P. ANIME ONLIES

GIMME THE 2ND COUR NOW!

I don't know if I'm emotionally prepared for this arc

I’m going to have 6 more months to mentally prepare myself for the return to shiganshina arc and I still won’t be ready

from an adaptation perspective it's going to be the same as the previous seasons. WAIT Studio excels at certain aspects of packaging SnK into anime, but as a whole it's a bad, rather than amazing, adaptation.

Is there a "NOPE I am not ready for RtS arc" in the questions?

WHAT SEGMENTS OF RTS ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING ANIMATED NEXT COUR? 481 Responses

The most anticipated segment of the Return to Shiganshina arc is the suicide charge + Levi totally wrecking Zeke. Following closely behind are the basement reveal, the serumbowl, Grisha’s diaries and flashbacks, the ocean and the showdown with the 104th and Reibert. 

Kill me! I cannot believe I have to wait 6 months for RTS. 6 months until I can see Reiner and Bertholdt in action and the FREAKING BASEMENT!!!! I was fine with a 3 months break but 6 is too much ;____; I want to see Grisha's past animated

What everybody is waiting for the RtS Arc: the basement, Reibert fight, Levi soloing the beast titan, the ocean. Me, an intellectual: THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS (and Grisha's backstory)

can't wait to see historia looking graceful as hell in front of the sunrise while the SC goes off to fuck reibert and zeke up

The only thing I can think about is Zeke.... *screams* ZEKE AND EREN! THE JAEGERBROS! AND THE GRISHA FILES! SO MANY JAEGERS *dies*

I'm definitely looking forward to RTS okay, but I'm dreading it more, honestly. But the one thing I'm looking forward to, and really hoping they'll animate, is Levi taking down those Titans on the way to Zeke. I know the focus is on Erwin's last charge in the manga, and rightly so, but DAMN, I want to see Levi do that -I honestly don't think anyone, even Mikasa, could do what he did there.

I have a fever, and the only prescription is Season 3 Part 2

ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODE?

A pretty decent choice for a midseason finale. But most important, a pretty good choice for episode 49. Once we're back in April, the series will be celebrating having made it to 50 episodes. Just 2 years ago, we were wondering if we'd ever get episode 26, and now we're getting to a landmark episode that will be exciting and memorable! Nothing between chapters 70-72 could've worked as such a landmark, in my opinion, but chapters 73-74? Absolutely perfect for it.

And my ship finally got some screen time

But damn wit... I almost got a heart attack because of the glitched ending!! Please, I at least want to survive to see manbun Eren animated

For anime watchers: I enjoyed watching your confusion over that ED. May you all be prepared by April 2019.

My heart is filled with so much Eruri that I may cry. You could literally see how much concern Levi had for Erwin in his eyes.

I love Bertoto and Raina more than myself. Guess, I'll die in April.

I'm an Erwin Lover™ and the show is gonna come back right around my birthday so this was Great and I'm Fine

It was out of character to see Eren fully clothed.

The moment when SC were cheered up and Erwin was so confident and happy and then they left into the sunset gave me goosebumps and almost made me cry :') it was a beautiful, strong, encouraging moment for SC!!

Let me just tell you how fucking HYPED I am for the next season after those previews during the ED. HYPED. And Jesus fuck yes, Armin looked like a charred French fry that got left behind in the oil. THANK JESUS. I was afraid WIT might downplay that, but no, my boy gonna be the CRONCHIEST.

The glitches were great and not too spoiler-y but WIT absolutely ruined it with the Eren/Mikasa/Levi scene. They showed too much.

rip ears in that ending, it makes for some great youtube reactions though lol

Erwin looked fine as fuck

Wit, you better be paying for my doctor visit. My ears were bleeding with your little trick you pulled at the end.

This episode. THIS FUCKING EPISODE. Man what a way to end the cour. REALLY, standing ovation to WIT. That glitch ending was just like that tiny Titan-in-the-wall scene at the end of season 1 that made me go looking for the manga. Absolutely brilliant stuff.

Thanks for these polls.

WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES? 446 Responses

Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please keep your eyes peeled for an upcoming Uprising Arc poll!

#snk poll #snk polls #snk spoilers #snk s3 #poll results

[darnloveablecharacters]

Far From Home, Part Fourteen: Idiots Together

Series Summary: Reader is torn from her reality and dumped into the middle of a war. Will she make it home? Or will she find where she belongs? A Rogue One Reader Insert Fanfiction. Gifs and recognizable characters are not mine, but the story and all of the mistakes are!

Far From Home - Masterlist

Chapter Notes: Not much to say on this one, other than....  I think when I wrote it I really wanted to take a nap lol. Yay!

Warnings for this chapter: none :)

We returned to Yavin 4 without any further incident. The ship had taken some heavy damage, but managed to hold together for the rest of the trip. I stepped out of the Hammerhead in a daze, and patted the door frame. “Good girl, you got us home.” I gave K-2 instructions to get to work on repairing the ship and walked with Rhayna toward the command center for our debriefing. We were about half-way through the hanger when she started giggling. I glanced at her with a raised eyebrow and she pointed at a U-Wing we were passing.

Not A U-Wing. His U-Wing.

The wave of relief that flooded through me made me gasp. Cassian is back.

You know you have to tell him now. You promised.

“Right.” I said, suddenly filled with a nervous anticipation.

Rhayna cleared her throat. I hadn’t realized that I stopped walking, and was staring at Cassian’s U-Wing with my mouth hanging open. Rhayna just watched me with a raised eyebrow, and a knowing smirk.

“You okay over there?” She said, trying not to laugh.

“I’m just… glad to see he made it back.” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. I started walking again.

Rhayna rolled her eyes as she fell into step with me. “Do you want me to cover for you at the debriefing so you can slip into something comfortable?” She said, barely containing her laughter.

I shoved her, but couldn’t help but smile. I felt lighter than I had in months with the weight of my worry finally off my shoulders.

When we finished our debriefing, the mood in the room was very subdued. Though it shouldn’t have come as a surprise, the fact that the Empire would destroy an entire planet to maintain power was still a hard concept to grasp.

We were dismissed, but before I walked out, Senator Organa requested to speak with me. Rhayna hesitated at the door, but I simply nodded to assure her I would be okay.

“I have heard that you’ve become a great asset to the Alliance since you have been here.” He said as we walked out to a vacated balcony.

“I’m trying to do my part while I’m here.” I said, clasping my hands behind my back.

Cassian does that too.

I fought an urge to respond to my thought.

“Do you miss your home?”

I paused, confused. I hadn’t expected the question. Even more shocking, I didn’t have an answer. He waited patiently for me as I thought about it.

“I suppose in a way I do. I miss the quiet and peacefulness of the life that I was living. But, in another way I’m glad that I came here.” I nodded at my own answer, and continued, “I feel like I have a purpose now, like I belong here.” I said, feeling the truth behind my words.

He smiled at this and nodded looking over the edge of the balcony. I glanced over as well, watching the ships fly by as I waited for him to continue.

Just admit it, you want to go look for Cassian right now.

I couldn’t help but smirk at this.

Senator Organa turned back to me, looking as if he had just come to a hard decision on something. “I have an old friend. He is a Jedi.”

Really?

“I thought the Jedi were gone.” I said, confused.

“Not all of them.” He said with a sad smile. “There are a few still. They’re scattered, hidden across the galaxy. If you would like, I can get a message to him to see if he has ever heard of an occurrence similar to what happened to you. I can ask if he knows how you could go home.”

The shock must have shown clearly on my face, because he quickly added. “There is no need to answer now, just something to think about as a possibility.”

Now is the time where you say something.

“Thank you, Senator Organa.” I manage to choke out. “I really appreciate it.”

“Take your time.��� He said, smiling. “Just let me know when you decide.” He said, gesturing toward the door.

I guess that means you’re dismissed.

I thanked him again as I left, mind racing. I headed back to my room replaying the conversation over and over in my head when I heard my name being called.

“Y/N, wait!”

Oh, that voice.

My mind went completely blank as warmth flooded through my body.

I turned just in time to see a glimpse of Cassian before his body collided with mine. I felt the air rush out of me as I was wrapped in a bone-crushing hug.

Aw, he missed you too.

I couldn’t breathe, but didn’t dare pull away either, so I adjusted myself so I could wrap my arms around his waist. This is the first time I have ever been this close to him and wasn’t exhausted, wounded or drugged. I took a deep breath, reveling in the scent of leather and soap. His scent.

I’m not sure how long we stood like that, but it seemed too soon when he pulled away. Grasping my hand tightly, he turned wordlessly and pulled me toward my bedroom. To my relief, we managed to make it through the corridors without running into anyone. I’m not entirely sure what’s happening, but I was happy to not be interrupted for once.

I think you know what’s happening.

We made it to my room, and without missing a beat he had opened the door and pulled me inside. The door slid shut and he faced me again. His gaze was intense. It was an odd mixture of rage and concern.

I take it back, maybe I don’t know what’s happening.

He gripped my shoulders, and looked me up and down holding me at arms’ length.

“Are you hurt?” He finally asked me.

“No.” I said, confused.

“Are you sure?”

I looked down at myself to verify there were no surprise wounds, then smirked up at him. “Pretty sure.”

He sighed in relief and pulled me into another tight hug. I was more prepared for it this time, and managed to wrap my arms around him before I was completely immobilized. “I heard you were attacked by the Empire near Callos.” He managed to choke out. “I was worried.” He shifted slightly, placing a kiss to the top of my head.

Naturally, I focused on the wrong thing.

Oh sure, you’re gone for three months and not a peep. But I’m gone for a few days, fall under fire and you probably knew about it before I did.

I pushed away from him placing my hands on his chest. “What about you?” I asked incredulously. He moved one hand down to my waist and moved the other so his fingers gently brushed my neck.

“What do you mean?” he asked, brushing his thumb against my cheek. His dilated eyes flicked down to my mouth briefly before meeting my own again.

The master of distractions.

I closed my eyes and sighed, unable to resist leaning into the touch. My heart was racing, but I felt like I had to get these words out. “You’ve been gone for three months. No one would tell me where you were. I didn’t know when you would be back, or even if you would come back.” I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat, and opened my eyes again. He was watching me, calculating as always, but with something on the edge that I hadn’t seen before.

Longing?

“I’m so sorry.” He said, weaving his fingers in my hair.

I mirrored his hands, placing one against his waist. I reached with the other to brush the loose strand of hair from his forehead.

Finally.

He closed his eyes as I combed my fingers through his hair. I couldn’t help but marvel at the softness of it.

Is there anything that isn’t perfect about this man?

Cassian let out a contented sigh and rested his forehead against mine. My stomach did at back-flip at the contact. Once again, all I would have to do is raise my head for our lips to meet. And this time, I want it, desperately.

Obviously, that’s when my brain started freaking out.

You should probably say something before this goes any farther.

Why would I ruin this moment with words right now?

Oh, I don’t know. Here you are, acting like an old married couple and neither of you have brought up what you actually are.

I let out a sigh. Stupid brain.

“Cass?” I started softly.

“Y/S/N.” he mumbled sleepily.

I chuckled softly, first for the release of butterflies that his use of my shortened name had generated. But mostly, for my sudden realization.

Is he asleep right now?

I broke our contact, just long enough to turn so I could wrap my arm around his waist to guide him to my bed. “Come on Captain, you need sleep.”

“Kay.” He said leaning in to me, causing me to lose my balance. Thankfully the room is small, and I was able to brace myself against the wall with my free arm.

“Not right here though.” I said, shaking from my silent laughter.

Both of you are absolutely ridiculous.

Somehow, I managed to get him laid down on the bed without injury to either of us. I helped him take his shoes off…

I’m pretty sure he was unconscious for it.

Okay fine, I took his shoes off for him and covered him with the blanket. I sat next to him on the bed, watching him sleep for a moment. For the first time since I had met him, he looked peaceful. His features were completely relaxed, and he even had the ghost of a smile on his face. I reached up to brush the hair off his forehead, delighted that I finally have the opportunity. Resting my hand on his cheek, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Rest well, Captain Andor.” I whispered in his ear.

“Thank you, Captain Y/L/N. For the blanket, I mean.”

He spoke so quietly at this point that I almost missed it. When the words processed, I couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the reversed role. “You’re welcome.”

His contented smile widened for a moment before relaxing again. I continued to watch him sleep, running my fingers through his hair in what I hoped was a comforting gesture. When his breathing evened out, I realized that it had been a while since I showered.

Gross.

I stood slowly, trying not to wake him. I must have failed miserably at being stealthy, because as soon as I stood I felt a tight grip on my wrist making me gasp. I looked back down and saw him staring at me, eyes wide with fear.

“Please stay.” He said shakily.

He’s afraid to sleep too.

I know, all too well, what would cause the fear in his eyes at the prospect of sleeping. My heart broke for him in that moment. I have always known him as the strong, dedicated and fearless warrior. I had never given any thought about the fact that, with all the horrors he has seen in his life, he would have the nightmares as well. Most likely, even worse than my own.

He has dealt with it alone, for all this time.

“Of course.” I said, nodding my understanding.

He exhaled and released his grip on my arm, but kept his eyes on me as if he were afraid I would change my mind and leave. I kicked off my own shoes and he moved back in the bed to make room for me. He held the blanket up me as I climbed in, and wrapped me in it as soon as I got settled. We lay facing each other, getting used to the feel of lying next to someone.

Now is a good time to say it.

I grinned at him, causing his brows to furrow in confusion. “Thank you for the blanket, Cass.”

He smiled at this and pulled me closer to him. I rested my head in the crook of his neck, and he let out a contented sigh. “You’re welcome.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

Is that like, code for ‘I love you’?

It will work, for now.

We fell asleep like this, holding on to each other tightly as if letting go would be letting go of life itself.

You’re both idiots.

That’s okay too. At least we can be idiots together.

#rogue one imagine #rogue one reader insert #cassian x reader #cassian imagine #cassian andor x reader

[rreader]

Oh I’m in love with your blog and I hope it’s okay that I send in another bucky imagine 🙈😊 one where you’re close friends and you break up with your asshole boyfriend so you head to buckys room after drinking some alcohol and you end up sleeping with bucky that night. The next morning he brings you breakfast in bed cause he finally tells you he’s glad you’re broke up and that he’s been loving you since the day you met and you also realize that your heart beats for bucky? 😊 that would be great

Pairing: Bucky x Reader | Reader x MCU character of your choiceFandom: MCUWarnings: language and smut (what a surprise right? lol)

A/N: asdfghjkl, thank you so much, my love! u have no idea how much I appreciate that you like this blog! sorry that it took me so long to finish this one, but I still hope you like this! (also, it’s up to you who the ex boyfriend is. I didn’t name him, since I wanted you guys to decide who it should be!)

                                                      *****

Youmade a mental note to slap Tony on the back of his head for makingthe corridors of the Avenger compound’s sleeping hall so long.

Becausewhen one was being drunk out of their mind, it felt like a three mileswalk.

Yourhand was clutching the bottle you had almost emptied out andwhile you were making your way to your best friend’s room, keptthinking about the last few hours.

                                                        Earlier

“Doyou still have feelings for her?” you asked, knowing the answerbefore he even said anything.

“Don’tgo down that road again, (Y/N).”

“Answerme! And do me a favor, be honest for one fucking time.”

Hestared down at you, then shook his head.

“Ican’t believe we’re having this conversation again.”

“Becauseyou’ve NEVER given me an answer. And she’s coming back here, over andover again..-”

“Fine.I do. Is that what you wanted to hear?” he interrupted.

Youlet out a breath.

“No.But it’s what I needed to hear.”

                                                        Now

Itwas bound to happen someday.

Buckyhad told you over and over again that he was an asshole and that youdeserved someone who treated you better than him.

Youshould’ve listened to him.

Finally, after a walk that felt like eternitity, you reached the door to his room.

Itonly took a few moments before he opened, once you knocked.

Henoticed the bottle in your hand and the tear stains on your faceinstantly and without saying anything, he opened his arms for you.

Youhad cried enough for a day, but a hug from your best friend wasappreciated more than anything right now.

Whilehe walked back inside with you still in his arms he kissed the top ofyour head.

“Tellme.”

“Nothingto tell. It’s over and I’m an idiot for being with him in the firstplace. You were right all along.”

Hewalked until he felt the hollow behind his knees hit the bed and then sat down withyou, rubbing his hands up and down your back. He also took the bottle out of your head and placed it down on the floor. Just in case.

Youabsentmindedly played with the hem of his shirt and felt Bucky tenseunder your touch, which made you raise your head a little.

Itmight’ve been the alcohol, but something made you raise your headeven higher till you touched your best friend’s lips.

It was merely a quick peck at first.

But a second later you returned to his lips and thekiss only stopped when he pushed you away a little.

“You’redrunk, (Y/N).”

“Perhaps”

Youstill made yourself comfortable on his lap and kissed his neck.

“You’regoing to regret this tomorrow, doll.”

“Thenyou better make me not regret it.”

Youlooked into his eyes and he was surprised by how much lust yours held.

Hewanted to stop right there, push you away, tell you to go back toyour own room, but his feelings for you and the fact that your lowerbody was rubbing over his errection made him stop thinking and takeoff his shirt instead

Awide grin spread across your face and you pulled your own over yourhead, soon followed by your bra.

Bucky’sbreathing hitched and his fingertips ran between your breasts.

Whilehe marveled at your beauty, you took off his belt and opened hisjeans, taking out his already hard member and biting his lip to gethis attention.

“Iwant you..”

Hegrabbed your waist and kissed you hard, while your hand was doingthings to him he never thought you’d do to him.

Hisdreams used this scenario more than a couple of times to drive himmad, but the fact that it was actually happening now..-

Yougot up after a few minutes of giving him a handjob and pushed your own jeans down, thenkneeling in front of him and undressing him completely. He wanted to complain when you slid between hislegs, but once your lips were around his dick, he simply fellbackwards onto the bed and moaned.

Yourname fell from his lips more than once and each time it did, you grazedyour teeth against his dick, making him grab your hair a littletighter, which only turned you on more.

Oncethe anticipation was enough for you, you got up, got rid of your panties - which were soaking at this point - and straddled him like before.

“Areyou sure this..-” he tried. 

But you were way too fast and actedbefore he could finish his sentence.

Yourhead fell backwards, loving how he stretched you and didn’t wait longbefore you started moving.

Youkept riding him for a few minutes, before he switched positions andwas on top of you, kissing your neck, while pushing into you over andover again.

Yourhand stroked through his hair, while your other laid on his lowerback.

“You’reso beautiful,” he whispered into your ear over and over again.

Somehow, simple fucking became love making.

Bucky’s movements were incredibly slow at this point and he kept giving you soft kisses on your mouth, nose, forehead..

You’venever had this kind of emotional sex before, but it was.. incredible.

Youdidn’t know why it felt like that, though.

Afterall, you both were best friends right?

Youopened your eyes and found Bucky staring at you.

Just..best friends.

Hestopped in his track and gave you another kiss on your lips, making it seemlike a thousand butterflies had decided to fly around your belly.

Morethan best friends, then?

                                                           ***

Youwoke up to the smell of bacon and coffee, blinking a few times andsoon realizing that you weren’t in your own bed.

Ittook a couple seconds before you remembered what happened and your body shot up,covering your naked breasts with the blanket.

Buckywas standing in front of the bed, with a cup of coffee and a plate.

“Thoughtyou might be hungry.”

Yougulped at the man in front of you, looking even more handsome thanlast night.

Or had he always been this handsome?

Whatchanged?

Youshook your head and smiled.

“Yeah. Sorry. Thanks.”

You both things and he sat down at the far end of the bed, giving yousome space.

Heclearly tried to tell you something but was uncertain how to do it.You wanted to make it a little easier.

“Thischanged everything, right?”

“No.I mean, for me it doesn’t,” when you looked a little hurt, hecontinued to explain “I’ve always had feelings for you, (Y/N). Ifanything, last night only made them stronger. But ultimately, I wantto leave the decision up to you how to continue. I don’t want you tofeel like you have to be with me just because I have feelings foryou.”

“Forhow long?”

“Theday you moved in.”

“That’swhen I met you for the first time.”

“Exactly,”he laughed a little.

Youdrank a sip of your coffee, before setting it down on the nightstand,same as the plate.

Youcarefully thought about your next words.

“Lastnight changed a lot for me, Bucky. I don’t want you to think that it didn’t. I might’ve been drunk but I remembereverything I felt,” you slid a little closer to him and took hishand. “But I just got out of a relationship, so I don’t want to jumpstraight into the next one. And I’d like to see where this is goingbetween us first. So uhm.. I don’t know. Maybe drinks tomorrow night and we’ll see what happens?”

Hesmiled and nodded, caressing the back of your hand.

“Soundsgreat.”

“Good.”

Whenyou got up and quickly put on your clothes again, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, he spoke again.

“Ohand (Y/N)? I’m glad you broke up with that asshole. He didn’t deserveyou.”

Yousmiled and nodded.

“Yeah.I realized that last night when I had sex with a man who genuinelymade me feel loved.”

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[mywanderlustory]

Back to the story on Monday. I have a short travel to Solo with my friends. We are only 3 people because I had already asked my other friends and they couldn’t join. Actually, on that morning we had been late (ngaret) because our last discussion we would meet at 9.00. but the fact is that we arrived un the train station at 10.30. We rode our motorcycle to go to the station and parked it there. We took our train at 11.05. by the departure time. It took for about 1 hour to be arrived at Solo. Well, one of my friend was sleeping and the other was enjoying his day-dreaming to see the beautiful paysage crossing by the train rail. Me too. I was enjoying my time to think so many thing but in a smooth-not too deep-and it is positive, like once again how merciful I am about this wanderlust and God still let me have a time tho in a short time to travel **escaping after all of the deadline and a whole week of duty** At 12.00, we decided to be arrived at Purwosari station (after a lil discussion of deciding which one it is, Solo Balapan or Purwosari). Then, we took a Batik Solo Trans or commonly called as BST in the shelter and costs for IDR 4.500. Now, I am so thankful for this easy accessibility which connect the strategic place like this station in Solo by BST. I felt it when I was abroad, how much comfortable if the access of the transportation is easily got. We waited for a moment, not in a long time the mini bus was arrived. It was in the shelter of “Halte Purwosari” (you just can go outside of the station and turn left, you’d see the shelter). There’s a lil difference between BST and TransJogja. In Jogja, we will pay the ticket before entering the bus and it costs IDR 3.500 cheaper than BST. But, in BST we will pay the price inside after entering the bus. The good thing I like from the BST is its painting/designation of bus using Batik patterns to show the characteristic of Solk as a Batik city. I think Jogja also should do this because Jogja is also well-known as a Batik city. I look this case is not only in public transportation, but some buildings in Solo like mall, office, and hotel they have Batik patterns in the building like is 'a must' characteristics of Solo. Our prime destination is "Richesse Factory" in Jl. Slamet Riyadi *lol I know, because it hasn't been there already in Yogyakarta yet. From Purwosari we can take BST Corridor 1 and stop it by Solo Grand Mall (SGM). If you need an ATM, just take it in SGM beside of the mall buildings. You just can walk several meters because Richesse Factory is accrossed the SGM. If you're lucky as I was, you don't need to have a long queue in the lunch time (it's a prime time to order the Richeese). My friend told me that she'd ever been waiting for an hour just for this queue. There, I was ordering this special menu named "Chicken Burn Fire" with level 3 and OMG IT'S SO HOT ! I just couldn't imagined the taste of level 5. I was almost crying just because its spicy. I love spicy food so much, but this is freak enough about the spicy level (perhaps in that day I didn't want too much spicy foods). But, the taste is SUPER ! It's delicious because of this special cheese sause which make it's different compared with another fried chicken product. The beverage also. Commonly, it's combined with Cola or any carbonated beverage, but in Richesse we can choose which one : Cola or Lava (a mix of milk and strawberry taste). Both, combined a good taste. Finishing our lunch at 14.00 and we planned to go to Keraton Surakarta Hadiningrat. Again we rode the BST. First, we took our praying time in the 'Masjid' of Alun-Alun Utara Surakarta. Finshing the praying time at 13.30s then we decided to go to Keraton. The bad thing was we didn't know that on that time it's already closed at 14.00. We were dissappointed and we didn't know what we should do except sitting down and deciding where we should go. Actually, I want to go to the Balekambang park or just passing the UNS area. But, because its location was far enough we became stuck to go there. Then, we decided to go home at 15.30. But, in Solo Balapan Station UNFORTUNATELY, the ticket of Prameks at 17.00 was sold out ! We neede to wait for the next departure at 19.40. It was a long time ! While the weather was bad in heavy-rain *luckily when the heavy rain happened, we stayed at the bus because the distance is far enough (moreover, most of the road in Solo is one-way and make us to go arounding first). My friends and I incidentally decided to have a way back from Solo Balapan because I hadn't been there and to make me know how it looks like now (how kind they are wkwk). Having a spare time for 2,5 hours, we decide to go somewhere again and finally we went to Solo Paragon Mall (SPM). You can go there again by BST in front of the Solo Balapan station. We felt so hungry but it's still raining. Actually, we wanted try some special culinary from Solo but the weather didn't support us and we decided to eat in the SPM *doesn't mean we have so much money haha. Having a good time to enjoy our food and an enjoyable chit chat in SPM, it's already 18.30 and the waitress said that BST only operated until 18.00. At the first, we decided to go back to the station by Taxi. But, we thought that it was expensive so we decided to have Go-Jek and it's so much cheaper fron SPK to Solo Balapan Station costs IDR 4,000 and cheaper if you use Go-Pay IDR 2,000 *Lol. I ordered the last, so 2 of my friends were going first and made me sure that "is it really Vi ? Are u okay that we leave first ? " because the Gojek has a standard time to pick up the passengers in a punctual time. So, it will be their risk if the drivers don't go fast by its time on the apps, I think it correlates with their responsibility. So, I let them go because I felt pity to the drivers. Then, my driver hadn't come and made me afraid enough like "it's been a night, I am alone in the place that I don't know". But, I thought an important thing and really made me sure at that time "Vi, you said to yourself if you want to go solo travel by yourself. If being like this just make you afraid, your mental is low ! What else are you worried for ? It's safe and you just need to wait the driver because you know what you have to do". The brave-feeling was brighting at that time *lol. Oh la la ! The driver waited me in front of the mall, crossing the road. Unlike my friends whom they were picked up in front of the lobby. Actually I already told the driver to pick me up in the lobby but it's okay for me this lil thing isn't a problem. And... i arrived in front of the station. It couldn't enter the statiob because the Go-jek controversial problem *you may read or already known what is happening in Indonesia between "online public transportation" and "old-common-style public transportation". It's scared and pity for them actually. But, I think the health competition is always the best choice. Let our government do their "wise-rule". Arriving there and wait for half hours, then we went home at 20.05. Although it was only a short time and visit, the good thing I always like from wanderlust is : a new refreshing and make me be ready for the works/priductivities again ! People have their rights to be calm and enjoy the time of forgetting the works after they do their hardworks right ? For me, it's a reason after work in a whole week of activities I did and ever made me unsleep of making a paper. But, surely I'd be back to Solo to visit Keraton and Balekambang also for special culinary from Solo. Just wait "Solo part 2" with more fun and impressed things someday~