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Issues- Part Forty One

ISSUES

Negan x You

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Warning-Swearing, death and general Rick dickness. 

Word count- 2,102

Read previous parts- HERE

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Part Forty One

**Meanwhile at Alexandria**

The tension in the room was almost unbearable. Michonne felt like she couldn’t breath properly as she watched Carl and Tara’s backs retreat through the doorway of the armoury. They where not on her side on this.

“Rick you gotta calm down” Michonne pleaded as she looked at the man she loved with wide eyes. He had gone too far. This was crazy.

“This is what we have to do, we kill him we win, we get our people back!” He was sounding crazy again. His eyes wild.

“They’re aren’t our people anymore, Eugene and Y/n they’ve chosen to be apart of them, to be with him” Negan “You can’t force them to come back Rick!”

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studentplusdyingequalsstudying  asked:

3, 17, & 30 with a side of Benverly please

3. Gets the worst road rage.

BEVERLY. The moment she learns to drive everything about driving pisses her off and Ben is constantly trying to calm her down and beg her to keep her eyes on the road but she ends up going on heated rants on how Derry drivers were asking to be in accidents

Already written 17 my love!

30. Tries to act tough but really isn’t.

Ben, bless him. He is actually kinda tough but he always tries to be the ‘man’ in the relationship, even though Bev thinks this is ridiculous and that he should just be himself. He tries to kill spiders, but he’s scared of them, he tries to fix the TV, but he nearly gets electrocuted, stuff like that. Bev usually does all these things and she kisses his cheek because her boyfriend is so damn sweet but stupid

important s3 klance things

-lance supporting keith as a leader yet still calling him out when he behaves irrationally
-keith loves teasing lance but truly believes in him as a paladin and I just
-all of episode six
-the fucking shoulder touches
-the fucking soft smiles
-keith’s heart eyeing lance real hard wtf man,,,, plz tell me this ain’t just me,,,
-lance keeping keith calm and level-headed made me see god with my own two eyes
-LANCE NEVER MADE FUN OF KEITH AFTER HE SAW HOW UPSET HE WAS OVER SHIRO DON’T BE SLEEPING ON MY SUPPORTIVE BABY
-lance being the ONLY PERSON to comfort keith
-normally everyone looks to the person next to them because they don’t want to comfort the angsty emo boy but lance! never! looked! away! from! keith!
-first one to comfort and talk to keith
-lance went to keith with his insecurities. NOT Hunk or Pidge or even Coran but KEITH!!
-lance is becoming more comfortable with keith and is starting to trust him and vice versa
-“hey man” was used twice
-calling each other buddy is klance culture
-“leave the math to pidge”
-not necessarily klance but lance isn’t flirting with allura anymore and keith never really smiled even after having shiro back until lance talked to him
-that probably doesn’t mean shit but I like to reach lmao

TL;DR: GOD WAS IN THIS CHILI’S TONIGHT

Alright as much as I adore Yuuri and Victor being ridiculously in love and basically joined at the hip, I also love the idea of Yuuri, introvert that he is, just needing to be alone sometimes. After all, no matter how much you love someone with all your heart - a friend, a partner, a sibling - if you spend every waking hour of every waking day with them, that can be exhausting. They sleep together, train together, eat together, and are really only apart when one of them runs errands alone or one wakes up early to walk Makkachin in the morning while the other sleeps in, and sometimes Yuuri just needs to be by himself. 

Victor doesn’t understand at first. This whole thing is new to him anyway, and he doesn’t get that Yuuri isn’t mad at him when he retires early into movie night or occasionally seems to prefer the dog’s company to his. He’s frustrated that Yuuri won’t just tell him why he’s angry, and Yuuri is frustrated that Victor doesn’t understand that he isn’t. He really isn’t. 

It takes them some time and a few minor quarrels, but Victor slowly starts to realize what he means - that as much as Yuuri loves him (and he doesn’t doubt that Yuuri does), he needs time to himself, a place of his own. They share everything - a home, a bedroom, a bathroom, a rink - and Yuuri has very little to call his and his alone. 

So when Yuuri is away on a trip to visit his parents in Hasetsu - a trip that Victor knows he needed to take alone, just this once - Victor gets to work. 

He clears out the old dusty boxes and books from the small extra room, finds new places for some things and donates the rest of them. He vacuums and dusts and puts down a fluffy rug over the cold hard wood, puts in a kotatsu because he knows Yuuri’s feet get cold easily in the bitter Russian winter, and piles the love seat by the window high with every blanket and pillow he can spare. As a finishing touch he even puts in a doggy door so that Makkachin can come and go as he pleases even whenever Yuuri wants to keep the door shut.

When Yuuri comes home and gets unpacked, Victor hustles him over to the room with a grin on his face. And Yuuri is confused at first: “Vitya, what is this?” And Victor just smiles at him and kisses him on the cheek. “It’s your room.” 

At first he can see the tiniest glint of anxiety flitting across Yuuri’s eyes, can practically hear him wondering if Victor is kicking him out of their bed, and he is quick to correct him. To tell him that he knows he doesn’t understand fully what goes on in Yuuri’s head, but that he also knows Yuuri needed his own space. To keep him sane, to keep him calm, and when Yuuri realizes - really realizes - what Victor has done for him, he could cry.

Sometimes they curl up together on the loveseat and watch snow fall outside, or eat together with their feet tucked warmed under the kotatsu. Sometimes Yuuri lounges with a book or his music and Makkachin on his lap. Sometimes he keeps the door open, and sometimes he shuts it, and that’s okay too, because he always comes out eventually, and he seems lighter, more rested, more calm. 

Victor doesn’t need to spend every second with him to know he loves him. Knowing Yuuri is happy and comfortable makes the time they spend together so much sweeter.

So the remaining foxes go out for dinner at some restaurant and Neil and Andrew are basically fucking glued together they’re sitting so close. They order one plate of a burger and fries for the both of them and when it comes Andrew cuts the burger in half and gives one side to Neil and leaves the other for himself. Neil takes off the tomato and gives it to Andrew and they share their fries. While everyone else is talking across the tables to each other and enjoying their team bonding, Neil and Andrew are turned toward each other with Neil speaking quietly in Russian about how he lived on a cattle ranch for a few weeks (idk burgers =cows) while Andrew stares at him like he hung the fucking moon while this kid talks about the softer parts of his life before, and Andrew nods to go on at the appropriate parts of Neil’s story BECAUSE NO MATTER WTF HE TALKS ABOUT NEIL IS INTERESTING AND ANDREW ALWAYS WANTS TO HEAR NEIL TALK and every so often Andrew adds in his own comments quietly (he had never seen a cow in real life until moving to PSU). Idk man they’re just in their own world together. Even around all these people, they keep each other calm, they’re so deep into each other that that’s all they see and hear and they’re just so content to have each other while they share their burger and talk about things that don’t involve exy or promises and idk I just love them

My fake boyfriend Part 1

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1056.

Warnings: Angst your ex is an ass, fuffly Bucky is a cute pie.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

Originally posted by sebjpeg

Bucky wakes up with someone shaking his shoulders, he groans annoyed not ready to get up yet “Leave me alone, Steve, I’m not gonna run with you today.” He hears someone laughing, he swears that is your laughter “It’s not Steve… it’s me.”

He opens his eyes, he sees your face in front of him and it feels almost like a dream having you in his bed “What are you doing here, doll?” You smile weakly at him “Sorry, Sam let me in; I just need to talk to someone.”

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Hartwin fic recs (1/?)

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I went through the fics saved on my Kindle aka I read them at least thrice (not the recently bookmarked ones on ao3 or on my laptop) and here are what I found. The order is mainly sorted by authors’ names and texts in italics are my comments. I try not to spoil them for you guys and only include tags the authors use.

⭐ Underneath - Ataraxetta. E, 37k.

Of course, a refusal to apologise and a handjob on the floor of a fitting room does not reparations make.

Eggsy left the shop that night with a new chip on the shoulder of his new suit. Harry left the shop that night with the knowledge of what Eggsy looked like flushed and trembling with pleasure under his hands and the certainty that this single torturous taste of what he wanted most was worth living with the possibility that he would not get another.

⭐ A Marriage of Inconvenience - autoschediastic. E, 11k. Fake marriage.

“Caution in the field isn’t confined to simply an awareness of your surroundings,” Harry says, his tone stern but his breath soft and warm against the back of Eggsy’s hand. His gaze lifts, his eyes hooded as he peers at Eggsy over the rims of his glasses. “You’ve told a lie, Eggsy, and now that lie must be truth.”

(Or, that time Eggsy scored them a better table by saying it was his and Harry’s anniversary and quickly grew to regret it.)

⭐ the train is a metaphor - autoschediastic, Ponderosa . E, 6k.

“What sort of aggression is it then?” Eggsy asks, cutting right to the heart of the matter.

Harry knows even before he hears the response. Knows because even as Merlin is saying, “It appears to affect sexual responses. Activating latent desire and cranking up the subject’s sex drive whilst simultaneously increasing pheromone production,” Harry is thinking primarily of the distance between himself and Eggsy and how very few steps it would take to be within range to push the boy to the floor and pin him there.

How (not) to get a dad’s blessing - BrightsideIsMyMiddleName. NR, 36k, WIP.

“You know, you almost fooled me yesterday with the whole I want to watch the legacies speech,” Merlin says and Harry groans, because he knows things just went tits up. “Well, I suppose you were half telling the truth. You wanted to watch one certainlegacy, but it was more about his mouth, eyelashes and that thing on his eyebrow you can’t seem to stop staring at.”

Harry head snaps up at that. “Oh, shite.”

“Oh, yes,” the agent keeps going, completely enjoying this. “You forgot to turn off your feed. I saw the flirting. And Lee’s reaction. Good luck with that.”

⭐ Conditions of Release - Calico. E, 5k.

Eggsy pulled furtively at the ropes binding his arms and legs to the metal tracks, as if he’d forgotten the last five minutes already. God, though. Before he’d felt trapped, terrified; now it was more like he was… at Harry’s mercy.

⭐ What Men Want - calico. E, 12k. Lots of UST.

Eggsy goes data-mining.

I died multiple times reading this. 

⭐ Inopportune Moments series - calico, habernero. The whole series is a blessing and I’ll forever treasure the endless amount of UST in it.

⭐ Every Club’s Got a Secret Handshake - ChuckleVoodoos. NR, 4k.

A Kingsman needs steady hands, he tells Eggsy. I’ll resign quietly, he tells Merlin. Eggsy will make an admirable Galahad, he tells them both.

Or: In which Harry has a few minor issues following his head injury that no one but him considers issues.

Status after reading: Dehydrated from crying. 

⭐ Ätherwellen - coloursflyaway. M, 2k.

There are three-hundred and twenty-six members in Kingsman’s tech departments all over the world, and obviously they have lots of stories to share about their agents and what they do to drive them crazy.

The best way to do so is a super-secret WhatsApp group, and if it gets a challenge for all of them to finally get Harry and Eggsy together, it might just be Merlin’s fault.

⭐ Through Time - coloursflyaway. E, 162k.

A chronic of Harry’s and Eggsy’s love, following them from their first meeting to the last time they set eyes on each other, through shots in the head and falling in love and finally getting their shit together.

⭐ Dream In Red - Corvin. T, 11k. Soulmates AU.

Eggsy wasn’t raised to take the soulmate marks too seriously. He could fall in love without them.

⭐ Street Sweepers, Night Watchmen, Flame Keepers - Deepdarkwaters. E, 36k.

Harry survived V-Day - because of course he did - but not all the Kingsman agents were so lucky. With the world still going to shit and the worst staff shortage since the organisation began, Merlin calls a group of retired agents back to their posts to help out while he trains the new recruits.

Featuring snowball fights, banter, innuendo, handsome old men, lady scientists, secrets in walking sticks, Harry’s appalling crush, thumbnails of bigger pictures, a pastede on plot crammed in around all the flirting which is really just an excuse for me to write a silly sword fight, and an old bet from 1986 that’s still not been decided.

⭐ in this safe place here - Della19. E, 5k. Omegaverse.

“I am entirely capable,” Harry proclaims cuttingly to Merlin, puffed up like a prissy cat. And Merlin throws his arms skyward like he’s just begging for lightning to strike ‘im where he stands and asks, with scathing exasperation, “Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them?”

And Eggsy one hundred percent doesn’t snicker, and he’s got the bloody inner cheek to prove it, ‘cause Eggsy’s a fuckin’ gentleman.

Instead Eggsy takes in the sight of ‘is pregnant mate, huge as a fuckin’ planet and still the most bloody gorgeous man he’s ever seen. And then takes in ‘is face, and he wonders how much ice cream he’s gonna need to buy to get them all through the four weeks of bed rest Merlin just ordered.

And then Harry’s upper lip looks like it might fuckin’ quiver, and Eggsy contemplates just buyin’ stock in Ben and Jerry’s.

⭐ i blinked (and there you were) - Della19. M, 19k. Time travel AU.

The Weeping Angels, Eggsy reads on the stolen Torchwood intel. Aliens that pose as statues, and kill their victims by sending them back in time and feeding off their years not lived in the present. The politest psychopaths in the universe, a note reads, scrawled in what looks like a doctor’s chicken scratch on the edge of the page by someone who clearly had a perverse sense of humour. A one way trip, the report concludes; you get transported by the angels, and it’s the slow road back to the present for you.

Eggsy lays his head back on the wall, takes stock of his situation. He’s lost 30 years - three years more than his entire lifespan up ’til now - in the blink of an eye, and now he’s stuck here, in 1988. Three years before he’s even born. Arthur, the prick, is sure to be heading up the Kingsmen, and Merlin, if he’s even there would be…20, maybe. Fuck, so fucking young.

Shite, even Harry’d only be…

Alive, Eggsy thinks, and finds himself sitting down hard from where his knees can’t hold him. This is 1988, and Harry’s 23, and alive.

Suddenly, being stuck in 1988 doesn’t seem so bad.

⭐ your world tomorrow - DivineProjectZero. E, 9k.

This is turning into one hell of a fairytale.

(or, the one in which Eggsy never dreamed of the Cinderella life and ends up living it anyway.)

⭐ all the tables turn - DivineProjectZero. E, 23k.

Harry Hart has terrible taste in men.

So it comes as a bit of a surprise when Eggsy smiles at him and the predator inside Harry cocks its head in consideration.

⭐ the things we steal (it was only a kiss) - DivineProjectZero, 5k. HP AU.  

Eggsy whips around to find Harry Hart standing right behind him, holding a martini glass and just as gorgeous as Eggsy last saw him, three years and two months ago.

Thankfully, Eggsy is too busy staring in shock to actually say anything in response, because Harry then says, “Excuse my poor manners. Harry Hart. And you are?” And then extends his hand, which is how Eggsy remembers that he’s not supposed to be Eggsy Unwin right now; he’s actually undercover.

⭐ How not to attack Harry Hart - enjoy_acne. M, 31k.

Everybody wants to hurt Harry Hart. Harry’s really not sure what he’s done to garner such attention.

Where attacking even an amnesiac Harry proves near impossible. This is a romantic comedy with a dose of violence.

⭐ another head aches, another heart breaks - jonphaedrus. E, 44k.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every good story has its Lazarus.

(or; the one where harry hart dies, and then lives again)

⭐ take me to church - jonphaedrus. M, 2k.  

He sees Westminster Abbey. Instead of a burst of civic and national pride, it feels like someone has just punched him in the chest. Harry stumbles, nearly falls over, and he can suddenly see bright Southern sunlight, he can smell the scent of blood all over him, his shoulder aches where someone’s just stabbed him, there are bullet bruises all over his back. There’s someone screaming in the distance and he can see flat, brown eyes facing him down the barrel of a silenced gun.

He winds up crouched, retching on the floor of a public loo, head between his knees, breathing high and fast through his teeth while Merlin’s voice, quiet and calm and grounding in his ear tells him just stay there, Arthur, someone’s coming, and someone comes.

⭐ A Different Place and Time - Ferrero13. T, 23k. Time travel, soulmates AU.  

Eggsy’s words are ‘What’s your name, young man?’, but Harry’s isn’t ‘Eggsy.’ So he keeps quiet, keeps it to himself, but when he finds himself face to face with a younger Harry Hart, Eggsy can’t help falling in love all over again.

Sometimes, the first words you say to your soulmate aren’t the first they hear from you.

⭐ On Hand - fideliant. E, 24k.

Or, Five Things A Gentleman Should Never Do Without

“In my defence,” Eggsy says, “It could have happened to anyone.”

⭐ Your Highness - Galahard. E, 40k. Modern Royal AU.

 “The international community is in chaos this morning in the wake of the deaths of many world leaders. The death of the president of the United States has been confirmed, along with the majority of his cabinet. Great Britain can count itself lucky that the Queen has been found and finally returned to her throne, but her heirs are another story. It appears that both princes and their own heirs are among the casualties of what is being referred to as the Valentine’s Day Massacre. Sources close to–”

It just so happens that there is another direct heir to the British throne out there, but he’s probably going to need a bit of polish.

⭐ We musn’t touch what isn’t ours - inusagi. E, 11k.

Harry Hart is a sociopath, yes, but he’s a sociopath who loves Eggsy.

or

5 times Harry showed his true colours and 1 time Eggsy really sees it.

⭐ Irish Car Bombs - kimposibl. M, 5k.

“It’s from the gentleman over there,” replies the waitress, pointing over her shoulder.

“Err….” Now, Eggsy knows he’s pissed. He learned his limits and exceeded them back in Cambridge, so being drunk off his arse is nothing new. He also knows that he can finish his pint and maybe get away with one more drink before he’s making a raucous or somehow getting involved in a fight, but he certainly can’t handle six more cocktails of Irish alcohol.

“Invite him over,” he tells her with an easy smile.

Or, the drunken one night stand Eggsy thought he’d never see again until he does and they have sex again.

⭐ Gentle - KingKiller. T, 4k.

Harry lives. He’s alive and he knows it.

But sometimes at night after waking up from dreams (nightmares) where Valentine wasn’t afraid of blood and Gazelle wasn’t so enamored with the lisping psychopath Harry wakes in the dark all too sure he’s dead.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

⭐ Hold me tight - KingKiller. NR, 14k.

The dynamics between he and Eggsy had changed. And Harry doesn’t even know how to describe “how” it had.

Continuation of “Gentle”. 

⭐ the parting glass - kirkaut. E, 48k.

The words shrivel and die between them.

Harry’s chest hitches on an indrawn breath. The contours of his face are cast dramatically in the fiery hues of the street at night, highlighting the wrinkle in his forehead and the soft slope of his chin and the silvery pink of his scar.

He’s beautiful, and Eggsy loves him.

“I miss you.” The confession falls. It lands heavily onto the pavement, cracking into the asphalt. “You’re alive, you’re right in fucking front of me, and I still miss you.”

⭐ Whenever you look up there I shall be. - LadyEmrys. E, 114k.

Watching the light spread in those heavy-lidded eyes, seeing the small twitch at the corner of his mouth - the only other physical sign he had strength enough to give - was more than enough to know for sure.

Eggsy was fucked.

Or: In a world rapidly descending into anarchy in the wake of V-Day, Kingsman - under the guidance of it’s new Arthur - must decide whether or not to abandon its hitherto undercover nature and save the the world from itself.

⭐ Ace of Spades - manic_intent. E, 44k.

“This is your next target,” Merlin said into Harry’s earpiece, as Harry leaned forward to look at his laptop screen.

It blacked out, for a moment, then a clip out of some interview began to play. The video was in black and white, crisply and tightly shot, its subject a young man shown seated from the waist up, against a pale gray background, grinning at the camera. He was probably in his mid twenties, dressed down in a black leather jacket over a pale t-shirt, loose over denim jeans, his hair long enough to feather slightly over his forehead, a hint of stubble over his chin. He was also, quite possibly, the most beautiful young man Harry had ever seen, and disturbingly… familiar, somehow.

As the young man laughed noiselessly at the camera, elegant serif type faded over the lower third of the screen: Gary Unwin, by Vanity Fair. Harry blinked, and studied the young man’s pretty face more closely, the crinkling around his eyes, the joyous curl to his mouth, the way he sat, relaxed yet alert, like a hunting hound, waiting to come to heel.

⭐ Kingmaker - manic_intent. E, 49k.

“Eggsy, I really don’t think-“ Merlin began, and stopped, because at that very moment, Eggsy walked right into a lamp post.

Across the street, at a sidewalk corner cafe, reading a paper, sandwich part-eaten on a plate, sleek, long legs crossed neatly under the table, was Harry Hart.

⭐ Strange Sights, Strange Wonders - manic_intent. E, 51k. Stardust AU.

In the glade where the star had fallen, the gloom of the gnarled old woods was deeper than night, save around the blackberry bush that had broken his fall: the grass and the battered leaves were now luminous, moon-touched. There was a long pause, broken by the sounds of twittering insects and the forest folk, then, there was a loudly groaned, “Fuck!”

The star rubbed a hand over his eyes, then flinched and held his hand up, spreading unfamiliar fingers up against the night sky. He turned his hand this way and that, curling and uncurling fingers, then he let out a softer, yet just as vehement “fuck!” and sat up, wincing.

⭐ Calm Like You - MartinShostakovich. E, 10k. Teacher/student AU.

Eggsy develops a heavy crush on his new Classical Literature Professor Harry Hart, and strives to reach the top of the class in order to impress him. Little did Eggsy know, Mr. Hart is fairly easy to impress.

⭐ As Fate Would Have it - midnightsurge. M, 45k. MI6!Eggsy AU.

 The young man smiled brightly again, turning to face him slightly as they walked outside. “M’name’s Eggsy. Eggsy Unwin.”

Harry suddenly stopped in his tracks. He knew that name.

Eggsy turned to face him expectantly once he’d realised the other was no longer walking next to him.

“I think you knew me dad, righ’?” 

⭐ the centre cannot hold - missbecky. E, 34k.

It’s a rainy Monday when Eggsy Unwin is killed in the line of duty. And it’s a rainy Tuesday when Harry Hart starts to feel that there is something very wrong with the world now. As one tragic event after another unfolds, he becomes convinced that Eggsy was never meant to die. Somehow he has to put things right again and find a way to get Eggsy back. No matter what the cost.

⭐ once upon a different lifetime - missbecky. M, 58k.

The night before the final test, Harry makes Eggsy a promise: once he is a Kingsman, they will talk about their future together. Then V-Day happens, and although Harry recovers, he doesn’t remember that last day he spent with Eggsy. Now Eggsy has to carry on like his heart isn’t breaking every time he looks at Harry and he thinks about what they might have had. He manages to do a good job of it, though, keeping things between them strictly professional.

So then, of course, Harry remembers.

⭐ One Night - Nickygp. E, 53k. Judge!Harry, rentboy!Eggsy.

Harry Hart, a Lord Justice, has his life turned upside down when he meets a young rentboy, named Eggsy, who charms his way into Harry’s heart. But can he act upon those feelings, or are their cirmustances too different to breach the gap?

⭐ Bluffing With An Empty Hand - nightwalker. E, 2k. Short and sweet.

The first time Harry Hart threatens to end Eggsy’s step-father, it’s a bluff.

The second time is going to be a promise.

⭐ No Charm Equal- potentiality_26. E, 29k. Cupid AU. The one that got me hooked on this author.

To say that Harry was too surprised to react at first would have been a grave understatement. He wasn’t literally invisible, because he did sometimes need to interact with mortals to do his job, he was just unnoticeable. People- the particular charge he had been assigned to most of all- were meant to see him and yet never actually process his presence. Unless he showed up in their houses- which a gentleman would never do, of course- they would ignore him and just get on with their lives. And yet here Eggsy was, closer than anyone had been to Harry since- well, since he was mortal, and that was long enough ago that Harry could hardly remember it- snarling, “Why are you following me?”

⭐ Getting It Right - potentiality_26. E, 8k. 5+1.

“Kiss me,” he murmured when he reached Harry, because while it wasn’t exactly vital to the mission that Eggsy convince this woman that they were in love, it would certainly make him feel better. Harry pressed his mouth to Eggsy’s as he passed him a glass of champagne, and ‘feeling better’ went out the window. The kiss was quick, sweet, marital. Eggsy didn’t know how Harry made it feel so practiced, but he did.

“I have an admirer,” Eggsy informed him, almost breathless with how much he wanted Harry to kiss him like that every day, how much he wanted Harry to have a reason to.

Five times Eggsy gets Harry to kiss him for the wrong reasons (and one time he gets it right).

⭐ Enough to Live On - potentiality_26. E, 19k.

Harry stated the obvious, something he should have seen that morning but hadn’t: “You shopped.”

“I been here quite a bit,” Eggsy explained, shrugging one shoulder. “And anyway it seemed… better. Food in the fridge, nothing gathering dust. Made it more like you’d be back any day now.” Eggsy swiped his knife over the bread with a little more aggression than was strictly necessary, but his voice was very even. “You said you’d come back and sort things. But you didn’t.”

Harry comes back a week after V-Day. He isn’t strictly alive, but that means less than he would have expected it to. 

⭐ An Ocular Condition  - ProdigalQueer. G, 3k.

Harry sees his adjustment as easy, but that’s only because he’s not really looking.

⭐ Only As Directed - rageprufrock. E, 12k.

“Arthur is a bad man,” Roxy had said.

“Fucking tell me about it,” Eggsy had muttered, and gone to put on the tarty trousers Harry had picked out for him like a fucking high-end pimp.

⭐ A Taste of Mallorca - Regency. M, 18k. Chef AU.

Harry is a celebrated food critic. Eggsy is a Youtube-famous food blogger. They meet at the grand opening of Mediterranean restaurant Mallorca when they’re forced to share a table. It’s a meal, and a night, neither will soon forget.

⭐ my saints fallen series  - neroh. From T to E.  I love this so much.

 ⭐ The Mate in Roommate - ronahn. E, 5k. Uni AU.

Out of all of the blokes occupying their flat, Harry was the one Eggsy saw the most, and yet they had only ever shared passing greetings. It was a growing source of disappointment for Eggsy; he was strangely drawn to Harry and his gorgeous brown hair and eyes.

⭐ The Spy who Loved Me (Or so they say) - ToriCeratops. E, 54k. Fake relationship AU, Pining.

In the wake of V-day the world’s economy hangs in a delicate balance, liable to crumble without warning. One man has the knowledge and the power necessary to send it tumbling down, so that only he remains on top.

The Kingsman have been tasked with stopping him before he can carry out his plan. In order to do so, Harry and Eggsy must act as lovers at an elite couple’s getaway to earn this man’s trust. Will they be able to carry out their mission as planned? Or will old wounds and buried emotions cause a havoc greater than anything they could have expected?

⭐ Kiss Me Now (before I can run) - persephoneggsy. M, 37k. Soulmates AU.

It wasn’t unusual, Eggsy told himself. There were plenty of people- just a little under half of the world’s population, really- that weren’t with their soulmates. Some of them just hadn’t met yet; others had died beforehand; and then there were the people in Eggsy’s situation. Sometimes people genuinely didn’t want their soulmates. Either they were in love with someone else, or they just didn’t like what they got stuck with, and Eggsy imagined the latter was very much the case with him and Harry. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must have felt like for him, the world’s prime example of a posh bloke, to have his soulmate be some beaten-up kid. He would have rejected him too.

Or: soulmate AU where you know your soulmate from the moment you touch them, and when you do, their name gets written over your heart like a brand. But that’s not always a guarantee.

⭐ Tailor Shop - rougewinter. E, 13k. Like a Disney movie except really gay and for grown-ups.

“There’s no need for that now.” The older man said, both hands raised in a placating gesture that only had Eggsy narrowing his eyes in wariness.

“Who the hell are you, anyway?” Eggsy demanded, making sure to keep the poker up.

“My name is Harry Hart. And I’m the man, well, the mannequin that you just assembled.”

Or

The one where Harry is cursed to be a magical mannequin and can only be saved by the power of love.

⭐ that which lingers - bruises for tomorrow. M, 22k.

 Here is something that Gary “Eggsy” Unwin (aged 24 and ¾) never knew to expect from ghosts:

- Sometimes their absence hurts worse than their presence.

⭐ Married to the Job - trilliath. E, 18k. Mutual pining, misunderstanding.

 "Hm?“ Merlin asks, distracted when he looks up and squints at Eggsy’s face, then catches up and resumes working. “Oh. No. Zania Bonatti, Italian artist and activist. Also Harry’s wife.”

“You wot?” Eggsy blurts, eyes snapping back to him, then over to Roxy like he might’ve mis-heard.

But he hasn’t because Roxy’s face wrinkles minutely in sympathy that has Eggsy’s ears burning and he snaps his eyes away again in humiliation.

“Yes, Harry’s married. Did he never mention that to you?” Merlin pauses long enough to frown briefly, then he shrugs. “Well, on to more important matters…”

⭐ you make motion when you cry - unhappy_turtle. E, 4k. Pining.

“Wanna go on an ate with me?” Eggsy slurs, “I’ll give you the D later.”

“You are very inebriated, aren’t you?”

Eggsy nods, his head feeling too heavy.

⭐ These Hands (Had to Let It Go Free) - Vacilando. G, 12k.

He does not only recognize this man, he knows him. Harry knows the way he laughs and the way he would smile cheekily at Harry. He knows the way this man say his name, all rough cockney accent and confidence. Harry knows him better than Harry knows himself but none of that matter because Harry does not remember his name.

Nor is he sure if this man is real. 

⭐ Breathless (A Tale of Eggsy Unwin) - xxjinchuurikixx. E, 101k. Pining.

“Harry–"Eggsy breaks off, because, god, Harry’s here! He’s alive, breathing, beautiful, and he’s got Eggsy crushed in his arms and Eggsy can feel his mouth tingling from the roughness of his kiss.

Then Harry pulls back; more-so he shoves Eggsy away. He keeps him pinned to the wall, at arms length, and Eggsy is pleased to see Harry is panting, stray chocolate hairs fallen out of place. The action, however, makes his blood feel cold, and he stares up at Harry in confusion, expecting something more. But Harry makes no move to close the space between them again.

When Harry speaks, finally, it’s low and deadly and it fucking hurts.

“Forget that ever happened.”

⭐ Virtue Over Avarice- Yessydo. M, 13k. Tailor AU.

Eggsy crashes his stepfather’s car into the front window of a quaint but reputable tailor’s shop on Savile Row and, thanks to the charitable spirit of its mysterious owner, ends up working there to pay the damages.

⭐ Lots of Lost Time - Yessydo. E, 1k.

A year after his “death”, Harry is reunited with Eggsy, who has some strong feelings on the matter.

⭐ Lavagulin and Guinness - Snarfle. E, 163k. I waited eagerly for every update of this.

Plenty of people had looked down on Eggsy throughout his life. He had gotten fairly used to it. Didn’t mean it was fair, but he knew how these things worked. What really sucked was that the new Arthur was worse than the old one.

“Eggsy grimaced. He didn’t know how to explain to Harry – who seemed like he hadn’t been discriminated against a day in his life – that the new Arthur kept giving him what amounted to suicide missions, and that he was currently bleeding out in a warehouse because of the deliberately bad intel she had given him.”

I love when Tony Stark haters say they wouldn’t want to kill the woman/man who murdered their parents.

I love it when they say “I’d be mad seeing it but I’d learn to control myself”
Fuck off outta here.

You’re telling me you can watch the actual footage of your parents being brutally murdered after years of not knowing what happened to them all the while the man who did it is literally within arms reach?
Oh, and you’re telling me you’d be calm and collected even after the dude you trusted lies straight to your face? Literally right to your face he lies, you realize he’s been keeping this info to save his own skin and he lies when you ask him. You’re telling me you would be able to control yourself?

Well fuck me running you should harness that ability and teach people how to do that?¿?¿?¿?¿

Old Dog, New Tricks: Part Five

Summary: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were known to be your soldiers across the hall. Whenever you needed them, they were there. It never crossed your mind that one day, after coming to terms with just how inexperienced Bucky was with getting back in the groove of romance - you find yourself now helping him in a way you never expected. Sex.                                  

                                                 Part One

                                                 Part Two

                                                 Part Three

                                                 Part Four

Word Count: 2,789

Notes: Cursing, NSFW, 18+ (smut)

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RFA React to MC looking at Them like They’re the Entire Universe and More in a Photo

ok so this sounds like a dumb scenario but i just took a picture with a few friends of mine a couple hours ago and in the picture i’m looking at my boyfriend while laughing and it looks like i’m in love with him (which i am) and also like he’s my entire world and more so i wanted to make this a scenario of sorts idk man

if you all like this enough i could do v + saeran and possibly vanderwood but it really depends haha. that’s all for now please enjoy!

YOOSUNG:
-y'all went to a fishing trip with the RFA that saeyoung suggested as a way to get ‘closer’
-yoosung was really excited because he got to spend time with some of his favorite people ever as well as you!!! what else in the entire world could he have wanted more than that??
-so you two packed up what little essentials for fishing you had and headed out for the day
-when you finally got there most of the time was spent trying to explain to jumin that no, he couldn’t pay someone else to do this for him and then at other times helping calm down zen after a fish came too close to his 'precious’ face
-even though there were moments where jaehee looked like she was about to kill saeyoung for throwing a fish into her lap it was a fun time
-to commemorate the day together y'all decided to take a picture together with your phone
-while saeyoung was focusing the camera yoosung said something funny that made you burst out in a small fit of giggles while staring at him
-before you could even prepare the picture was taken and you felt yourself grow embarrassed at the outcome
-everyone was smiling and doing cute lil hand poses but you
-you were definitely smiling but you weren’t looking at the camera, instead you were staring at yoosung with this sparkle in your eye that caused a deep red to cover your face
-“the way she looks at him, it’s almost as if though he’s her entire world and more.” jaehee said while hiding a small smile
-“get you a girl that looks at you like MC looks at yoosung.” saeyoung said while choking back a small laugh
-“wow! look at mc you guys, looking at yoosung like she’s in love with him!” zen continued on with a small smile
-“maybe she looks at him like that because they are in love??”
jumin said in a confused tone, obviously not catching onto the jokes
-a few of the members groaned at jumin’s obliviousness as they looked over at yoosung who was smiling at the picture on your phone fondly
-you peeked at his face while trying to calm the violent blush painting your features
-“it’s funny you’re looking at me like i’m the universe and more, when you’re even more than that to me.”
-cue everyone literally blushing and internally dying at how precious their youngest RFA member still is
-yoosung now keeps that photo framed in his office, even after years of taking it, just so he can be able to see your precious face looking at only him like that


ZEN:
-aight so this man loves taking selfies
-it didn’t take you that long to figure that out
-at every moment of every day you were together he would come up to take 'unexpected’ pics of you
-but he was a fool! after a week of surprise selfies you got used to it, and could now strike a cute pose to match zen’s beauty in every picture
-one day y'all were just having a normal rehearsal dinner with his cast when zen (who else would it have been??) declared they should take a group picture that he could post on social media to hype up the release of the musical
-so everybody agreed and begin to come close together to take the picture
-zen unexpectedly put his arm around you and said something along the lines of “smile, my beautiful princess”
-so ofc you were all smiley and blushy while looking over at him
-before you even had time to snap back to reality the flash went off and the picture was taken
-fRICK
-everybody was passing around zen’s phone looking at the picture making vague offhand comments about 'the look in mc’s eyes’ when it finally got to you and zen
-zen stared at it for a second, a wide smile pulling at his features before he looked over at you with a small blush painting his cheeks
-“what??” you finally said
-“look at the way you’re looking at me babe.”
-he handed you his phone and you looked over at yourself
-your eyes were all glazed over because of the flash and a warm smile was on your face all while you stared at a gorgeous zen smiling at the camera looking like the most beautiful man in the world
-“ah, true love.” a co-star commented
-you were beyond embarrassed!! the way you were looking at zen was so precious and whimsical and god it was just so embarrassing
-“do you really love me so much that you look at me like i’m the entire night sky babe??? aahhh that’s so sweet of you. it makes the beast inside of me awaken just a tad-”
-“zEN PLEASE”
-he has the pic as his profile picture on all his social media accounts, each one zoomed in onto your face and eyes, staring lovingly at his gorgeous face

JAEHEE:
-you guys rarely took pictures together since y'all were so busy with the cafe all the time
-but today was a special day!!
-it was the one year anniversary of the cafe opening and you saw it necessary to take a picture to commemorate such a big milestone
-jaehee was a little hesitant but agreed on the terms that some would be professional and others would be silly
-so y'all set up a camera on a stand and put it on a timer and started taking a bunch of silly pics together, some of them being professional
-you didn’t realize even realize it but at one point all you were doing was laughing at jaehee trying to push all her hair out of her face
-when the little photo shoot of sorts ended y'all went into your shared apartment and started looking over them together
-the first few were cute, just mundane peace signs and sweet smiles
-then at one point jaehee’s bangs went in front of her face and you looked like you were dying of laughter
-towards the end of the of the pictures there was one particular one that jaehee looked at for a long time
-it was one where she was laughing while tucking her hair back into place and you were smiling fondly while looking at her with such a loving gaze
-she blushed and said nothing and just continued on to look through them, commenting now and again just how silly some of them were
-the picture was never brought up again but a few weeks later you found out jaehee had not only put it up as her profile picture in the chat room but also printed a copy and stuck it neatly on your bedside table
-you didn’t say anything about it but every time you saw it you were embarrassed but also a little glad to know that it was clear to see just how much you loved her

JUMIN:
-the only pictures that are ever released the public of you two are serious ones or ones of you both looking absolutely gorgeous while getting off your private jet or coming home from the airport
-but there have been dOZENS of pictures of you that jumin has always kept hidden from the world and all of his friends
-pictures only he could ever see.
-these pictures were usually taken during silly photo shoots, a small thing you both did every month
-you let him try to take pictures of you just smiling and he struggles but he’s trying his best to capture your cute lil poses stop teasing him!!
-most of the time you’re the one taking pictures of him struggling to do a peace sign but other times you take pictures of you both doing cute poses or kissing one another
-one time v offered to take pictures as a way to celebrate your wedding anniversary and you both agreed because v was a close friend and jumin wanted a chance to see his beautiful partner in wedding attire again
-so you two began doing the photo shoot with serious and sweet poses
-one photo was of jumin tipping your chin up to meet his gaze
-another was of him wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder and there were dozens of others alike to those two
-but then in some you both were making stupid faces to each other and then finally, in the last one jumin said something that made your heart curl
-“i love you with all my heart mc, i wish i could marry you over and over and over again, just so i could see your precious face smiling at me while i slipped the ring onto your finger. is that selfish of me? i hope you feel the same, my love. let us spend the rest of our lives together, a life that will hopefully be filled with all your silly jokes and faces. things i fell in love with just as much as i fell in love with you. happy anniversary darling, i love you.”
-you were on the verge of tears and had no words to even explain what you were feeling but you just let out a small chuckle while staring lovingly at him while he looked over at the camera
-next thing you know the flash went off and you were now going over all the pictures together with jumin
-all of them were absolutely gorgeous (what else did you expect of v mc??) but your favorite had to be the one where you were sticking your tongue out at jumin and he was doing the same to you
-his favorite was the very last one
-one where you were looking at him with so much love in your eyes he could practically feel it radiating off the camera
-though you were embarrassed you were really happy
-he soon after put the picture everywhere he could
-in his office, in your office, in your bedroom, in a giant portrait right above the sofa
-everywhere
-though it was embarrassing it made you happy so it was alright

SAEYOUNG:
-he has like a thousand and one pics of you on his phone but little to none of you both
-all the pictures he has of you range from you in sexy lingerie to a bad angle of you sneezing while brushing your teeth
-he loves all of them just the same though
-one day he wanted to do a cosplay photo shoot with you which you agreed to since most of the time it was fun teasing each other back and forth about just how short your maid skirts were
-so he set up a camera you didn’t even know existed and immediately started posing all cute and such
-you tried to follow his lead but fell behind after a while and just stood back basking in all of his cute and over the top poses
-at one point all you were doing was laughing while he made the most ridiculous 'sultry’ faces he could at the camera
-when it was over you two stayed in your costumes and went over the pictures
-you couldn’t stop laughing at all his silliness and he couldn’t stop laughing because you were laughing!!
-it took forever because of your constant giggles and chuckles but you both made it through all of the photos
-you caught what was just a glimpse of one more photo which was just of you smiling at saeyoung while he side eyed you, a smile of his own pulling at his soft features
-you felt your heart leap in your throats as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kisses your forehead
-“thank you, mc. i’m really happy.” was all he said as he pulled you closer towards his torso
-you hugged him back and you both stayed there for a while, just embracing one another silently
-a few weeks later you came into your shared bedroom casually, almost missing the giant portrait of you two that was covering up an entire wall
-“saeyoung?”
-“yeeesss honey??”
-“why, why is there an entire wall covered in a picture of me staring at you.”
-“because the way you were looking at me was just so cute i couldn’t just let the opportunity of your cute smiling face pass by so easily!! look at you!! look at me!! look at our outfits! this is the best picture we’ve ever taken together.”
-“oh. saeyoung?”
-“yes?”
-“i hate that you are the love of my life so much.”

Movie Night

Jim Hopper x Reader

El and Hopper invite you over for Movie Night!  Lots of Fluff!

Word Count:  1101

Originally posted by ceeyoutea


El had asked for you personally to join her and Hopper for movie night and honestly how could you say no to that?  

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a-broke-in-heart  asked:

HI! Omg I love your blog so much!! And can I please request the RFA+ V, Saeran Dealing with an MC who has severe anxiety and insists on grabbing onto their shirts in large crowds or in public?

aah thank you so much!! i also want the rfa, v and/or saeran to grab onto in public ;-;


Yoosung

  • When you first met at the party, you were constantly blushing and touching him somehow, holding his shirt
  • He found it really adorable! His new girlfriend was so cute!
  • You felt safer with him around without him even noticing, and he was really talkative so you didn’t need to talk too much
  • After you told him about your anxiety, he hugged you and promised to try his best to take care of you


Zen

  • He thought you were just worried about losing him in the crowd after every play he performed, so he found it adorable
  • When he noticed that you gripped his shirt every time you even stepped out of the door, he started wrapping his arm protectivly around you whenever you went out in public
  • “Let me protect you, princess”’
  • Probably kissing your head reassuringly every few minutes


Jaehee

  • She noticed that you followed her around the RFA party and shyly held the sleeve of her cardigan, but she didn’t comment as she was quite nervous and shy herself and just grateful to have you by her side
  • When you held onto her shirt again when you went grocery shopping, she guessed that you were probably anxious in public
  • She asked you as she figured it would be kind of rude to assume you had a mental disorder, and found out that her suspicions were true 
  • Made sure to not send you out of the house alone, so you would always have her for support


Jumin

  • At first he was slightly annoyed that you wrinkled his shirt during meetings, but as soon as he realized that you did it in fear, his heart melted
  • He didn’t judge you at all, he understood that business men were intimidating 
  • Would probably suggest that you tried to not wrinkle his shirt as it looked unprofessional, but he didn’t really mind too much if it helped you cope
  • Bought wrinkle free shirts, but still preferred when you held his hand instead


707

  • You luckily didn’t leave the bunker often, so it wasn’t too big of a problem
  • He saw that you had been prescribed anxiety medicine when he did his background check on you, so he figured that you probably wasn’t too comfortable in public
  • Always made sure to stand right by your side, holding out his arm so you could hold it if you needed to


V

  • Being practically blind, he first thought that you always held his shirt because it would be easier to lead him like that
  • He was slightly confused as to why you grabbed his shirt instead of his hand though, so he decided to ask you one day
  • When you told him it was a coping mecanism for your anxiety, he offered to take you to therapy sessions
  • He would be really supportive no matter what i love this man okay


Unknown/Saeran

  • Let’s be real, he was probably just as anxious as you
  • Even if he grumbled and sounded annoyed gotta keep up that bad boy reputation, he would take your hand back to his shirt if you let go
  • If you didn’t hold it in fear of annoying him, he got nervous and held your shirt instead
  • As you became closer, you started holding hands as soon as you left the door, as that would calm down both of you at once


~jane

Baking

It was just so frustrating.

Draco was used to being good at cooking, he could make a mean apple pie in minutes granted he could use his wand. Now, however, he was bound to a muggle kitchen for his cookery. A shared muggle kitchen. After the war, the ministry had confiscated all the Malfoy family funds, and he had been forced to live in a tiny muggle flat.

Now former death eater Draco Malfoy had flour and yolk all over him, yet he couldn’t muster getting the lumps of butter out of his dough. Bloody muggles even manage to ruin baking for me. A tired and frustrated sigh left his throat.

“Don’t let the muggles get you down.”

“What?”

It was potter. Of course it was Potter. The raven haired man stood in the doorway of the communal kitchen, clearly amusing himself with the sight of a struggling Draco. “Oh, you again. Come to gloat, have you?”

Potter and his friends had taken the flat above his, to rub their fame and fortune in his face, Draco suspected. Now they can look at their favorite charity case on a daily basis.

Draco tried to keep the hurt and humiliation from his voice. He owed Potter his freedom, his living space, his internship at the Scamander Institute, heck, even his life he owed to Potter. After all he’d been through, Draco had longed for freedom, for no one telling him what to do, for a place filled with peace and quiet. But just like all the other things Draco had ever truly hoped for, it hadn’t come true.

Potter pushed himself from the wall. “It’s a thing Ron used to say, before he discovered muggle music.” The man fought to keep the smile from his face while walking towards the blond. Malfoy looked criminally hot in an apron.

“I used to do all the cooking when I lived at the Dursleys.” Potter took the bowl with batter from the counter and worked it with what had to be magic. In under a minute his hands turned the previously lumpy stuff in a substance as smooth as a mirror.

“How..” Draco couldn’t form a full sentence while in full view of potters biceps, tensing and relaxing faster and faster. It wasn’t fair that Potter was so bloody fit. He was already famous, rich, loved and an uncommonly nice person, why did he need to be hot too?

“If I was too slow they would lock me up in my cupboard without supper, so I learned how to speed up quite fast.” Suddenly Potter realised what he’d just admitted to, his cheeks flashed with red. “Uhm, I mean my room without dessert of course, living in a cupboard would be riddikulus…”

The attempt to laugh away his words failed. Draco recognised the memory of a traumatizing experience immediately. In the way Potter held himself, his tense shoulders, dilated pupils, flaring nostrils. He didn’t need to know the details of this cupboard to see it had been far from pleasant.

Potter humourless laugh did nothing to remove the hurt in his emerald eyes, and now his dough covered hands gripped the bowl so tightly the edges cut his skin. Tiny scarlet droplets trickled from the sides. Far from pleasant did not cover how Potter felt about this cupboard, apparently. He was properly scared shitless just thinking about it. Who did this to you Harry?

With the distress radiating of the man, Draco could not possibly keep calling him Potter. Slowly his bony white hands pried Harry’s fingers from the bowl. He’d never before touched Harry’s skin, or anyone’s skin, like this. Calm, caring, maybe even loving. Draco had made all the wrong choices, but this man never had a choice at all.

“It’s okay.” Draco stroked Harry’s back. He didn’t recall making that decision, he’d never be that bald, but Harry visibly relaxed under his touch so he didn’t stop. “It’s going to be okay.”

“It isn’t. It never will be.” Harry’s voice was just a whisper, broken by tears. All words left unspoken between them now somehow seemed understood.

“I know.” Even the Malfoy mask could not stop the tears glistening in Draco’s eyes. “But it’s what people say, isn’t it?”


This one is for my new followers, thank you!

@titanium-swan @queenofthyme @kaurabarnwolf1984 @drarryking

Ps. Hope it doesn’t suck too much, I only started writing stuff like this some months ago, and im not native to english

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Interview: Attack on Titan’s Trina Nishimura & Yui Ishikawa.

by Zac Bertschy - Anime News Network.


Anime News Network just published an interview with Trina Nishimura and Yui Ishikawa (Mikasa Ackerman’s english and japanese voice actresses) that took place at Anime Expo!

In this interview they talk, among other things, about their work in Season 2, their expectations regarding Season 3, and Mikasa’s relationship with Eren.

Here’s an excerpt of some of the most relevant questions: 


Season 3 is coming next year. Since the manga’s been out for a little while, are the two of you going in blind or have you spoiled yourself for what’s coming next?

Trina: I don’t actually read the manga until after we finish recording because I don’t want to mess anything up and I like to go into each season and each episode fresh, not knowing what’s happened. And it’s awful. (laughs) Because I’m dying to know, and I know she reads the manga so I want to ask her questions, but I don’t want to spoil it. But I’m really excited.

Yui: Yes, I’ve read what happens in the manga in the future.


Is there a moment coming up that you’re the most excited to perform?

Yui: I’ve read what’s available so far, but I try not to reread too much ahead before the production of a season, because if I knew too much of the story, that could get in my way of performing for the story that’s being presented right now. I think that season 3’s going to take us to a certain part of the storyline where we can perhaps expect to see more struggles within humankind than humankind against titans. That story development will probably be very interesting in season 3 and would bring in more mystery to be resolved with some more clarifications on some mysteries. So I’m very excited and looking forward to taking part in season 3.


Season 2 ended with a big moment for Mikasa, when she finally confessed her feelings for Eren. In your opinion, do you think they make a good couple? Some fans say Mikasa needs someone more mature than Eren. What do you think of that?

Yui: Eren is not really reciprocating her feelings right now. So I’m not sure if they’re going to make a good couple at this time. For Mikasa it’s probably a little bit—it’s not enough for her, maybe? But hopefully. At the end, Eren did say to Mikasa “Yes, I’ll put this scarf on you over and over again.” Until that point, Mikasa’s always been chasing after Eren, but that was the first time Eren actually turned to her and said something like that to her instead. So maybe there is hope that they could make it.

Trina: I mean, I hope that they end up together, I hope that he—I don’t want to say “mans up” because that’s inappropriate—but I hope that he calms down a little and they ride off into the sunset together. That moment where she’s not straight-out saying “I love you!” obviously, she’s just kind of expressing how important he is to her and all of her motivation has been to keep him alive. For him, that moment says “I will always be there.” That’s such a touching moment, after the mental anguish of the scene prior, and then turning around and seeing her for the first time was so beautiful, and I hope that it works out, but he’s not the most reliable guy, so who knows?


Okay last question. Is the wait between seasons as hard for you as it is for the fans? Do you wish that it was a little bit more often than a year between twelve episode chunks?

Trina: Every day. I only know what the fans go through from what they tell me, and they’re very excited, and some even angry. Like, it’s not my fault! But it’s awful. It’s like the worst. I’ll talk to the English dub director, Mike McFarland, and I’m like “Is it here yet? Do we have it yet? Is it next month?” And he’s like “I don’t know, stop asking.” I’ll text him randomly, “Hey happy Tuesday. When’s it coming?” I’m very excited, very excited.

Yui: Yes, there were four years between season 1 and 2, however during that four years, the cast of Attack on Titan in Japan worked on a lot of different projects, games and various events and various collaborations, and also there was Attack on Titan: Junior High, so it didn’t feel like there was actually four years of waiting, because we were always involved somewhat. So it felt like when season 2 was decided it was like “oh finally!” but it also didn’t feel like it took four years. And within that four years, we had a deepened understanding of the characters, and I think we were able to bring that to season two and make it better, hopefully.


You can read the full interview here at Anime News Network.

You're Still Beautiful

The sun had long dipped beneath the horizon in Inkwell, plunging the land into a darkness only broken by the filtering of the moonlight through the scattered clouds above. The sky was full of stars that created patterns and almost seemed to twinkle if one looked at them the right way. The night was calm and serene, silent save for the occasional cricket chirp, owl hoot, or sound of the Phantom Express’s train whistle.

The calm of the night was welcomed by the residents of Inkwell, especially after the chaos that had been brought into the land by the cup brothers. They had long moved on towards their end goal back at the Devil’s Casino, leaving the battered bosses in peace to tend to their wounds. One boss in particular wasn’t as much tending to his wounds as trying to hide from sight.

Back in the first area of Inkwell, near the cup brothers’ home, Cagney Carnation had hidden himself beneath a pile of leaves. He wasn’t so much in physical pain anymore as he was in emotional pain. His petals had been torn and destroyed during the battle, things he had taken great pride in maintaining throughout his life. With them now in tatters, he couldn’t bear to let anyone see him.

Unfortunately, his wish wouldn’t be met on that night. Shortly after the sound of the Phantom Express whistle went off again, a familiar voice broke through. “Cagney? Cagney are you around here? Are you alright?”

The battered flower felt himself tense up, his thorn returning quickly despite the recognition he had for the voice. He didn’t want to be seen right now, least of all by him. He looked pathetic, horrible, disfigured, shameful. “G… Go away, Specter…”

The voice caught Blind Specter’s attention, the ghost making his way over to the leaf pile before settling himself on the ground nearby. “Cagney…. Come on out from there, I want to see you. I want to know if you’re okay.” He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, soothing almost. His expression held one of worry.

“I don’t want you to see me right now, Specter, go away… I don’t want anyone to see me right now.” Cagney’s voice was somber and even shaky, entirely different than his usual cocky and confident attitude. While yes losing a battle would have damaged anybody’s pride, Specter would have expected Cagney to have bounced back from the loss by now. This only caused him to worry more for the state of the man he loved.

“I always want to see you, Cagney. Please, come out and we can talk, okay? For me?” He couldn’t think of anything to say other than something so basic to get Cagney to come out from his hiding. he had no clue what could be making Cagney so upset to the point of wanting to hide himself away. “I’m sure what happened isn’t so bad…”

“Not so bad? Not so bad?!” That riled Cagney up immensely. Whether or not that was Specter’s intention it worked to get the flower to come out of the leaf pile. He had reddened circles under his eyes, so it was clear he had been crying at least somewhat earlier, and it seemed like he was about to start again. "Does this look “not that bad” to you, Specter?! My petals are RUINED! They’re destroyed! Torn up! Shredded! What kind of boss can I be if I can’t even keep up an appearance anymore?! I look absolutely horrible and I can’t fix it! This isn’t like hair or make up or clothes! They’re my PETALS! You can’t fix destroyed petals!“ His voice cracked as he ranted, the tears that built up in his eyes spilling down his cheeks. "I look horrible! Absolutely horrible! I’ve been battered and torn up beyond repair and now no one is going to ever take me seriously ever again! They won’t believe I’m a boss here anymore! They’re all going to think I’m just some bum flower who had a goddamn growth spurt or something and I can’t fix it! There’s nothing I can do to fix it!”

Blind Specter sat and let Cagney rant out his frustrations and pain for as long as he needed to. The eyes in his hands got a sympathetic look in them that matched the soft expression on his face. Once it seemed like Cagney had finished his ranting, or at the very least was taking a break from it to wipe the tears from his face, the spirit made his way closer. He let the eyes pop out of his hands and float so he would be able to take Cagney’s hands and pull them away from his face.

“Cagney… Petals or no petals, that doesn’t matter to me… and everyone is battered up in some way they can’t fix after everything that’s happened. I don’t care if your petals are full or torn, you’re still my precious blossom. I know they were important to you, and I know it’s going to be hard to accept that this is how they are now, but believe me when I say that you’re still beautiful to me. You’ll always be beautiful to me.” As he spoke, Specter shifted his hands so that he had his and Cagney’s fingers intertwined, keeping the flower close.

Cagney had initially tried to pull his hands away but had given up quickly, settling instead for tightly squeezing Specter’s hands as he began to shake, tears spilling down his cheeks at a faster rate. How? How could Specter look at him now and still think him to be beautiful? Still think of him as something to be admired? He didn’t understand, he couldn’t understand. “H… H-How….”

“It’s because I love you, Cagney…. I love you for your laugh, for your scheming mind, your playful nature, your protectiveness over the little flower creatures in your side of the forest… The petals were only extra for me. I love you beyond your looks, and what’s inside will always be more important to me than what’s on the outside, no matter what.” Specter wrapped himself around the flower a couple times before hugging him close, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You’ll always be beautiful to me, my precious blossom… Nothing will ever change that…”

Cagney sniffled, shaking and crying harder as he clung to the other, pushing his face into his neck as he felt a heavy weight drop off of him. He cried until there were no tears left, his heart swelling to a point that nearly felt suffocating. Blind Specter loved him… Of course he loved him for more than his looks, how could he have been so… well… blind? “S… S-Specter…. T… Thank you…. Thank you so much…. I… I love you too…. I love you so… so much….”

Specter smiled softly and gently led the flower to the ground, keeping him close as he calmed down. “No matter what…. You’re still beautiful in my eyes, my precious blossom… Forever and always…”

@suspicious-spirit

Where Your Ghost Lives;

Summary: Y/N and Matt break up after their relationship deteriorates after months of missed dates, missed anniversaries, and missed romance. That is, until Y/N is used as bait for the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been very active! I just left for my freshman year of college and moved into my dorm, so things have been pretty hectic. 

“Fuckin’ Matt goddamn Murdock-” Y/N cussed to herself as she tripped over another cardboard box, belonging to her now ex-boyfriend. Whenever Matt had refused to pack up the stuff he left at her apartment, she did it for him. His new protest consists of him refusing to pick any of it up, which frequently leads to Y/N tripping over these boxes, or stubbing her toes on them, both of which only build her already growing resentment toward him. 

It had been two weeks since the big fight that lead to Y/N kicking Matt out of her apartment/life, and two weeks since Matt had fell into a state of utter denial.

“Just because we had a fight, does not mean this is over, Y/N,” He said in reply to one of the various voicemails she had left, where she (not so politely) requested he removed his stuff from her apartment. Matt always seemed so calm, which only irritated her more. Especially when he added, “We can talk about this again, later, when you’re not so angry.” 

It had been two weeks since the big fight, and Y/N’s resentment was only growing more and more with every toe-stub and tripping incident. They hadn’t talked since Y/N notified him that she packed his boxes for him (”All you have to do is pick them up, I’ve made this SO easy for you!”) Even now, in the advent of their breakup, Matt was still spotty about answering her calls; it only cemented to Y/N that she did the right thing in dropping him. 

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