I’m sitting in a comfortable room with 2-3 other people, who are having a friendly conversation about something modestly interesting. The pace of the conversation is fast enough that there are never any awkward gaps, but slow enough that I can jump in whenever I want. When I don’t have anything to say, the others keep conversing in a way that casually acknowledges me as part of the conversation without demanding that I work to sustain it. I have a laptop or smartphone to stare at, but I’m mostly just focused on what people are saying.
how does jyn, cynic extraordinaire, go from being self-serving to the champion of the rebellion, even after galen’s death destroys her? how does cassian go from telling jyn about hope to “her faith carried him with her”?
(aka: the missing keystone of rogue one ft. chirrut)
After years of feeling nothing, she now feels too much. Too much, too deeply, too quickly. It fills her being, too much for mere blood and sinew and muscle and bone to contain. And so, she shatters.
She shatters like the glass under her fist. Into frigid, jagged, burning, bloody pieces.
It’s all Galen’s fault. For leaving her with Saw. For loving so deeply. For sending that message. For dying in her arms.
It’s all Cassian’s fault. For dragging her back into this mess. For taking that order. For disobeying that order. For caring too deeply. For clashing with her.
She thought feeling was something she neatly packed away in a box and kicked into the recesses of her brain.
Apparently, she was wrong.
She burns with anger, she burns with hatred, she burns with despair.
And then she is empty, the only sensation she feels is the stinging of glass shards and the suffocating sogginess of her rain-soaked jacket.
Note:Okay, so I really really really enjoyed writing this one. There seriously needs to be more Oak x Reader imagines out there. This one had me melting and squealing on the inside because flufffffffff.
Request: Hi:) you write cast fics right? I was wondering if you could write a really fluffy Oak fic where he asks the reader to marry him? Maybe with 12? Thank you!!
Word Count: 1360
Pairing: Oak x Reader
Warning: None, just fluffity fluff and a lot of it
“Okieriete Onaodowan!” Your voice echoed off of the walls to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend.
“One sec!” Oak’s voice shouted down the hall.
A couple of beats later, his head popped into the doorway to your shared bedroom. He saw you standing in the middle of the room with your arms crossed, giving him a pointed look.
“What?” He asked, not knowing why you were acting like this.
You sighed, pointing to a pair of dirty socks that were thrown on the floor. Oak’s dirty socks that were thrown on the floor.
“How many times have I told you to not leave your dirty socks on the floor?” You asked, causing Oak to sigh. “I love you, but damn…pick up your dirty socks.”
also, if you haven’t known, i’m having an ajin christmas special right now! send in any requests regarding ajin headcanons and scenarios! this special will end on the 26th of december~ so feel free to drop by! some of you guys have already sent in some requests so i’ll be working on them now~