#if you wont give us this reunion I WILL TAKE MATTERS IN MY OWN HANDS

[victory-duo]

wishful reunion

#if you wont give us this reunion I WILL TAKE MATTERS IN MY OWN HANDS #happy mother's day!!!!!!! #pokemon #pokemon bw #trainer hilbert #trainer hilda #illustration #digital art #protagverse #I WILL ADVOCATE FOR THE BW MOM FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE THIS WILL BE MY LEGACY

[trollartistry]

Fleeting Reunion

Doing a drabble again! No art this time, but I might draw it later. I had the idea of ‘what if Nemi reunited with Classic Freddy as an adult?’ and wanted to do something with it.

Now, just an FYI, this drabble’s based on the idea that *somehow* and for *some* reason, the old classic animatronics were kept and used as parts or something for the new Glamrocks. Also dunno what year Security Breach canonly is in so I’m using our current year, 2021. So I’m really breaking canon here- oh well.

Story under the read more!

The first time Nemi discovered the old, beat down classics, he was shocked and thought he had been seeing things. Tucked deep in the pizzaplex was a parts and services room, and while he worked as a nightguard, on occasion he’d act as a mechanic. The man only had been looking for a basic piece to replace in Monty’s arm as it had broken mid golf swing, and it was an easy fix. But Nemi found more than just the part he needed- he found 4 familiar animatronics from the pizzeria he used to go to as a child; Foxy, Bonnie, Chica, and of course Freddy.

It plagued his mind, and it unnerved him every time he had to go into that room. They weren’t even that dismantled, if anything just.. broken. The foam and fabric on all of them torn, Chica’s hands were missing, Bonnie’s face was gone, and Foxy looked shredded up along his limbs and ear. Freddy was the only one that looked mostly decent, but the state he was in infuriated the nightguard. All of these beloved robots, just dumped in the back with no care in the world.

And then Nemi’s thoughts went from a simple, curious walk to a manic, inquisitive run. Were they the same four from that old pizzeria he attended on a weekly basis when he was a child? Why were they here? Could they still work if he powered them up? What would he even do once he turned them all on and they were the old ones he once knew? ...Would Freddy remember who he was, if Nemi was to power him up? 

Finally his willpower broke one night. He had to know. He would only power up Freddy, just to see what would happen. If it wasn’t the same Freddy as the one all those years ago, he’d just shut him back off and let his burning questions fizzle to forgotten ash. And if it was the same Freddy, well.. they could at least catch up.

He spent a good month or so sneaking in, fiddling with wires and parts to make sure the bot could turn on without much difficulty. Thankfully, it seemed any evidence of his tampering either went unnoticed, or wasn’t reported cuz no one ever stopped him. And finally, one night, he was done. All there was left to do was flick the switch and power Freddy up. Nemi took a breath in, muttered his hope, and flicked the switch.

Sparks sputtered and the whole frame of Freddy jolted as power ran through his circuits, causing Nemi to jump back. Inside there was whirring, old inner workings flowing with electricity. The man watched, unsure if his heart was racing with hope or anxiety as the bot’s eyes twitched a bit, before blinking, focusing in on the darkened room and the person before him.

Freddy sat up against the wall, ears tilting a little and he blinked once, twice. Nemi could tell he was confused immediately, the way his eyebrows furrowed and he shut his jaw in a pursed manner. There was silence, an uncomfortable silence and Nemi didn’t know what to say or do, Freddy was just sitting there..

As Nemi opened his mouth, Freddy blinked with some recognition and spoke, unsure, “..*D-Deadname*?”

It’s a name that hasn’t been used by friends or family in so many years, only used for legal manners. But hearing it makes Nemi choke on his words as his heart clenches with emotion. So it is the same Freddy, and he recognizes him even after all these years.

“..Y-yea, it’s me, Freddy.” Nemi said, coming back over to kneel down before the sitting bot, unable to help but grin at him. “I don’t- don’t go by that anymore b-but it’s me.”

Freddy’s silent as he looks the man over, obviously a bit frazzled seeing someone he last saw as a child now kneeling before him as a grown man. He then looks around the room, and sees all of the different parts, and his fellow animatronics. He’s quiet as he takes it all in, and even though he’s old and worn, Freddy was wise and knew what this entailed. They weren’t in use anymore and instead replaced.

“I uh.. go by Nemi now.” Nemi said, bringing the bot’s attention back to him. Freddy blinked, then softly hummed a little as he nodded, “Nemi.. it’s.. unique.”

“Heh.. yea, got it during highschool.” Nemi replied. It’s quiet again and Freddy’s once again looking around, and Nemi wiped his watery eyes before deciding to explain, “You uh.. You’re in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzaplex. The year’s 2021.. I guess you guys are being used as parts now.”

“2021?” Freddy asked, attention back on Nemi. The man nods and Freddy gives a quiet sigh, “..I’m amazed we’re still in solid pieces then. Or that I even work..” He looked down at himself.

“I uh.. had to fix you quite a bit actually just to get you to t-turn on..” Nemi said with a shrug. He’s looking over Freddy again, and now that the animatronic’s on and talking, it makes his withered state hurt Nemi all the more. Freddy doesn’t miss the first tears dripping down the man’s face and he tries to distract him from his emotions, “Hey.. at least my name’s still out there, right? Surely there’s another model of me still keeping an eye on you.” He smiled.

Nemi’s heart only hurts more than that. Glamrock Freddy was just as incredible as the classic, if not more, and sure, the man loves him dearly.. but he could hear his younger self weep in the back of his mind, ‘But that’s not MY Freddy!’ Nemi clenches his eyes shut at that, a sniffle escaping him, and Freddy quietly sighs before he opens his arms, the old joints creaking. “Shh.. come here, it’s okay.”

The guard, though grown, can’t help but immediately close the distance to hug the beloved animatronic, a sob escaping him. Freddy holds him close, and recalls the few times he did this to Nemi when he was a little girl. He begins to try and play the same tune he did back then, but realizes he no longer has his music box, only a soft clicking noise coming from the inner crank that was left installed to turn it. So instead, Freddy talks and hopes his voice offers that same comfort.

“I missed you.. It’s nice to see you grown up.” Freddy said softly, removing the security hat from Nemi’s head to stroke his hair soothingly. Nemi manages to whimper out that he missed the bot as well, along with an apology that makes Freddy hush him softly, “You have nothing to be sorry for, Nemi..”

The brunette pulls back a little, shaking his head as he tries to wipe those spilled tears, “I-I didn’t even get to say goodbye to you back then when I had to move.. A-And now, here you are, i-in the back of a damn mall collecting d-dust and in pieces-” He began, and a old paw cups his cheek.

“None of that is your fault.” Freddy said as he comforted the man, “What matters is you had a good life after your time with me. I knew I would eventually be taken down from the spotlight, either for good or for a new model to replace me.. it happens, Nemi.”

Nemi looks at the bot who gives him a warm smile, the same smile he would give him all those years ago. It calms some of those bubbling sorrows, but Nemi still can’t help but sniffle.

“It’s been, what.. 10 or so years? And you’ve changed so much.. we have time, why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to? Just like old times.” Freddy offered, and Nemi nodded.

He told the bear about his father’s passing, the many years of moving before he ended up in his aunt and uncle’s care. How he discovered his own identity and realized he was a man, and graduated highschool by the skin of his teeth. Freddy listened to all of it, just like how he used to listen to Nemi as a child talk about his days back then. He then asked about the pizzaplex and how the man enjoyed working there, and Nemi in turn talked about the whole place and the Glamrock animatronics. Freddy’s amused at how Nemi talks about Glamrock Freddy- its that same admiration the man had for Freddy back then.. and something more, Freddy can tell. The conversation helped Nemi calm down and it was comforting to Freddy himself to know he was still loved by people, even if it was a completely different model. But a glance to his watch told Nemi he only had another hour or two before his shift was up. Before his time with Freddy, was up.

“..Y’know,” Nemi began after a silent moment of just being close to the bot, “I think- I think they’d get along fine with you and the others.. I could work on them too, get them up and running, and-”

“No.” Freddy shuts down the idea with a frown. It hurts to do so, but he knows his place. “I’ve had my time on the stage. We all have..”

The nightguard looks shocked at Freddy’s answer, and tries to change his mind, “F-Freddy c’mon, it’ll be fine! Maybe- Maybe HR would consider refurbishing you guys and you can be part of it all even-!” He said, voice cracking with desperation and Freddy cups the man’s face again, eyes sternly looking down at him.

“You and I both know that’s not how it would go, Nemi.” He said, “Even if we got along with the Glamrocks, it’d be trouble for all of us to be on again. You already risked your job just to get me back online, do you know how much trouble you’ll get into if you left me on?”

“I don’t care!” Nemi exclaimed, not caring just how childish he sounded, “Do you know how much I missed you when I had to leave?! And now here at my job I find your- your broken body just laying here and not know if it was really you and now that I put in all that work, it really IS you?! I-I can’t just- power you back down and forget about you after this, I-I wont! I love you too much to lose you again!!”

There’s a silence, and Nemi’s face grows red as he realizes what he said was selfish and childish of him, along with a confession for the old bot. Freddy’s surprised to hear it, but he then smiles, brushing back some of the brunette hair.

“I know. But you’ve never lost me nor forgot about me, have you? You got a job at a place with my name still in it, along with getting along with another me.” Freddy said warmly, “I know it’s hard.. but it’s for the best. If you kept me on, it would jeopardize everything and you could lose everything you have here.. including that Glamrock version of me.”

Nemi’s eyes widen, before looking away with sorrow at the thought of losing Glamrock Freddy. Freddy was right, but the thought of having to turn him back off had Nemi’s heart twisting in agony. “..B-but.. I can’t..” He whimpered, and Freddy pulled him back into the embrace.

“I know it’s hard.. but you have to.” Freddy murmured. “I’ll still be here, in more ways than one.”

Nemi nodded, fresh tears spilling as he let out another sob, “Can- can I hear your song, just one last time..?”

Freddy may of not had his music box, but he began to hum softly, letting the man hear that tune once more. They stayed there in the darkness of the room, Nemi quietly crying in Freddy’s arms as he listened, before sitting up as the last few notes were hummed. Nemi opened up the bot’s chest, reaching in to that power switch and looked up at Freddy, the two sharing one last gaze.

“G-Goodbye, Freddy..”

“Goodbye, Nemi.”

And with a flip of the switch, the sound of machinery powering down echoed in Nemi’s ears as he watched the life fade from Freddy’s eyes as he slumped against the wall, eyelids closing over. The man closed the chest plate, staring at the bot with a heavy heart before picking up his hat and getting up. He went to the door, pausing to take one glance back to the beloved bear, before exiting the room, the thud of the door closing behind him echoing down the hall.

A week later when he has to go in to that same room, he’s griefstricken to see the four bodies of the classic animatronics were gone for good and for the rest of that night, it’s spent sticking close to Glamrock Freddy as the new, shiny Glamrock model of his beloved childhood friend still brought the man comfort and happiness.

#nemi babbles #story #drabble #five nights at freddys #fanfic #fnaf fanfic #fnaf security breach #freddy fazbear #glamrock freddy #self insert #self insert x canon

[bridgyrose]

So that Falling Out AU, can we get like a happy reunion with the team? Like Ruby's hurt and still recovering but she's just genuinely happy to see Yang, Blake and Weiss again?

Ruby hesitated for a moment as she walked up to the old cafe she and her team used to come to during their time at Beacon. It had closed down a few years back, but ever since Weiss bought the land, it was used more as a storage shed for various equipment the team needed back then. A couple work benches, tools, any supplies they needed to repair weapons on the way back to campus… it had everything. But coming here now after so long, after everything that she said to her teammates in the past… it all still felt wrong. She no longer felt like she belonged… 

Ruby walked into the old building, the chime going off like normal, bringing in a few memoires. The smell of freshly baked sweets and coffee, the quiet music that played in the background, Weiss and Yang arguing on how to pronounce the names of certain pastries… she smiled a bit as those happier memories played out in front of her. She could almost reach out and touch it all. She shook her head and looked at the tables, now covered in dust. It was evident that even her team didnt seem to use it much anymore.Ruby walked into the back, the actual workshop that was set up. Even here, the workbenches and tools had started collecting dust after a couple years of non use. 

The chime sounded once more from the front as another person walked in. Ruby slowly peeked out to the front, nervously swallowing as she thought of what to say. “Hey… Weiss…” 

Weiss looked over to Ruby, seeing the state her old team leader was in. Even in the dark building, it was easy to tell that Ruby had seen her fair share of bad days: a faint scar on her cheek, tired eyes… but the more telling of it was the lack of her signature cloak. Weiss turned on a dim light and smiled a bit. “I was worried you werent going to come.” 

“For a bit, I thought about backing out.” Ruby made her way to a table, dusted it off, and sat down, avoiding Weiss’s eyes. “I’d understand why you wouldnt want to see me anymore.” 

“We… all said things that we regret.” Weiss sat down across from Ruby, taking off her light blue jacket. 

Ruby finally looked up at Weiss, still keeping her eyes averted. Weiss hadnt changed much over the years, still wearing that side ponytail and lots of blue and red. What she did notice

that changed was the look in Weiss’s eyes. No longer did she have determination in her eyes, but content. Happy. “R-right, but… when I left-” 

“And now you’re back. We might not be able to get back to how we were, but we can at least try to start again.” 

Ruby was about to argue when she heard the chime go off once more. She looked up to see Yang and Blake walking in. Ruby looked back down to the ground, avoiding them completely. 

“You know, you could’ve called first before just showing up,” said Yang, trying to make a joke to cut the ice. “You’ve avoided me for five years, the least you could do is let me know when you came around.” 

Blake rolled her eyes and put a hand on Yang’s shoulder. “Let her be. It took a lot to convince her to come out here. I dont need you making her regret it.” 

“I’m just giving her a hard time. I haven been able to since she went off to become the legend we kept hearing about.” Yang sat down at another table, looking her sister over. “Although, you do look rough around the edges, Rubes.” 

Ruby sighed and started clenching her fist. “Dont… call me that anymore. Please.” 

“Alright, I wont.” 

Blake sat down in Yang’s lap, leaning into her. “So, have you and Weiss talked about that yet?” 

Ruby shook her head while Weiss spoke. 

“She and I havent gotten that far yet,” Weiss admitted. She looked at Ruby, smiling softly. “But it should be an easy procedure. It’ll take a few weeks for you to recover, but then you’ll be back to how you used to be.” 

Ruby stayed silent as she listened to Weiss. For the moment, she was glad that her old team was back together. But the longer she stayed, the more she remembered why she fell away from them to begin with. “Back to how I used to be?” 

“You know, back in fighting shape.” Yang smiled a bit and placed her hand on the table. “And then we can be a team again-” 

“You… you know as well as I do that we cant.” 

Blake, Yang, and Weiss all went quiet as they listened to Ruby, starting to feel sorry for her. 

Ruby continued, a couple tears rolling down her cheeks. “We cant just go back to how things used to be. I… I have to keep doing this alone. If I can be a huntress again, I cant risk you guys joining me-” 

“And that’s why we have to risk it.” Yang’s eyes went red and she frowned at her sister. “When we found out about Cinder and what you’ve been involved with, we all made it a point that we’d join you in this fight while we can. There’s no point in letting you go it alone anymore.” 

Ruby sighed and stood up, starting to head out the door. “It was a mistake-” 

Weiss immediately put a glyph in Ruby’s way to stop her. “If you dont want us around, that’s fine. But Ruby, we do care about you. We have faith that you can handle this on your own, but you dont have to. That’s why we were a team. And all those years ago, we made a promise in our first year at Beacon: that we’d all have each other’s backs no matter what and that we’d talk to each other about what our issues were. If you still want to go this alone, we’ll let you, but please consider letting us join you first before running off again. It hurt the first time you disappeared, and we dont want to go through it again.” 

Ruby watched as the glyph in front of her disappeared, clenching her fist before letting it relax. “I’m… happy you all wanted to see me again, but I… I dont want you guys getting involved in this. This… is my problem. Not yours.” She started walking again, pausing at the door. “Weiss, I’ll text you about that procedure. If… if we can help me be a huntress again, I’ll take any opportunity I can to start again. And then… maybe we’ll discuss this a bit more.” 

Weiss watched as Ruby walked out the door, the chime sounding off again. “That’s all we ask.” 

Yang sighed and looked between Weiss and Blake. “Really think we can work as a team again?” 

Blake shrugged a bit. “We wont know until we try.” 

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #falling out au #drabbles #not quite the happy moment you probably envisioned #but Ruby is genuine happy #just bittersweet right now since there's still a lot of issues she needs to work out

[theemightypen]

my dear @heckofabecca asked for 11) reunion kiss but tumblr ate the ask, so here you go, bb! hope you like it <3

(for anyone keeping track, this is in the same pre-war political marriage as this fill which you may want to read first!)

The air is thick with the smell of blood and fear. Lothiriel is so tired she can barely stand, but stand she must. They need all the hands they can spare to help tend to the wounded and to soothe the children. The noise from the battle is muted by the caves’ walls, but she is the daughter of a war-time Prince, sister and cousin to seasoned soldiers--she knows what the sounds mean, and it is not a good omen. 

The odds were impossible to begin with--an army of hundreds, a good portion of them withered old men and boys too young for beards, up against thousands of Orcs, if Lord Aragorn is to be believed. Hope has been dwindling for them all as the battle has raged on. Eowyn is brittle, defiant, in her anger at the situation they’ve been pinned into, but it is clear she has put her faith wholly in Lord Aragorn’s skill and luck.

It is clearer still that she thinks she loves the Ranger, but Lothiriel knows her sister-in-law well enough by now to know she will not appreciate her saying such a thing. 

As it is, it is hardly the time to think about such matters. She should be focused on keeping her wounded charges comfortable, with offering comfort to the mothers and wives who may be widows and childless even now. It is what her father would want her to do. It is what Eomer would want her to do. The thought of him, riding across the Plains, unaware of what his people are suffering is like a dagger at her breast. The thought of never seeing him again is even worse. 

At least he will not die here, she thinks, smoothing a whimpering boy’s hair as gently as she can, at least his fate will not be like so many others--

“Lady Eowyn! Lady Lothiriel!”

She blinks in surprise as Gamling--faithful, unwavering Gamling--limps towards them. He is covered in blood, likely his own and others’, and his face is grim. 

“Gamling, what news?” Asks Eowyn, efficient and forthright as ever. 

“The keep is near lost. Gather the supplies and people you can. You must take the people through the caves. I do not know how much time we can give you, but we will fight--to the last man--to keep you all from harm.”

Lothiriel swallows thickly. “But what of you? What of the King?”

“The King’s mission is to protect his people. Mine is to protect him. You must go, now, my ladies, and quickly.” 

“We can fight!” Eowyn argues. “We are just as able as our brethren--”

“Eowyn, these are your king’s orders. Obey him--for what may be the last time.” 

Eowyn’s jaw settles, mulishly, but Lothiriel suspects she is reacting this way to keep from crying. There is the very real possibility she will lose yet another member of her family in a matter of hours--if they are even alive at all to know it. Lothiriel is biting her own lip to maintain her composure, and her self control is nothing compared to Eowyn’s iron grip on her own. 

“We will do as Theoden King asks,” Lothiriel confirms, because what else can she say?

The relief on Gamling’s face is painful. “Good. Bema be with you--you both are the Riddermark’s hope, now.” 

That seems to snap Eowyn out of her pout and she turns, barking orders to any who are able to ready to move for fresh torches and all the water they can carry. Gamling vanishes back the way he came, leaving Eowyn and Lothiriel to manage the now frantic crowd. The sudden deep thrum of a horn makes her jump.

“What is that?” 

“The horn of Helm Hammerhand,” Eowyn says, sharp with nerves and impatience, “it is said that Helm would kill Dunlendings barehanded when it was blown. If only we had a warrior like that now, perhaps we would not be scurrying away like frightened rabbits.” 

“There is no shame in saving what life we can,” Lothiriel says, aghast at her sister-in-law’s position, “for the sake of those we lead and the sake of those who we have lost, Eowyn--”

“They are my people,” she snaps and ah, here it is again, this one jagged thing between them, “mine in a way that you cannot understand, Lothiriel, no matter how much you love my brother.” 

The mention of Eomer stings, deeply, and Elbereth help her, this is not the conversation she wants to have right now. Not when it could be one of the last things she ever does, not when she knows, in part, Eowyn is only saying this because of the visceral fear she too must be feeling. “Perhaps that is true. But I will help you save them, care for them, as if they were mine in that way. Not only for the love I bear Eomer, but the love I feel for you. And for them.” 

That softens her and she squeezes Lothiriel’s hand. The horn still echoes as they begin to herd the people towards the narrow passage. It would be slow going even with the fully healthy, but between the old and the wounded, it is nigh panic-inducing.

“Send the children first,” Lothiriel suggests. “The children and the most able-bodied young women--the rest of us can guard the back.”

Eowyn nods, reaching for her sword, but Lothiriel stops her. “Eowyn, you must go with them.”

“I am not afraid of a fight! I am a shieldmaiden--”

“And perhaps the last member of the House of Eorl. They will need you to lead them.”

Lothiriel is glad she has not had the time to mention her suspicion that has been growing in Eomer’s absence, for Eowyn would fight her if she knew--would likely fight any woman potentially carrying a child for not being among those going first through the passage. But Lothiriel has come to understand Rohan since her marriage. They will not follow her for the promise of a child, but Eowyn is as close to a princess as they have, at present. A daughter of kings. Their kings, unbroken for generations. They will follow her, as they followed her uncle, into battle and even death. 

Still, Eowyn hesitates. “Eomer will not forgive me if I leave you.”

If Lothiriel’s last words to him must be ‘I love you’, she is content. She cannot regret them, even if he does not feel the same. “I will not forgive myself if we do not do what’s right for your people.” 

Eowyn opens her mouth to say something, but she is drowned out by a sudden burst of cheering, intermingled with tears.

“My lady!” Someone shouts. “My lady, there is no need to take the passage!”

“What?” Asks Eowyn. “Explain yourself at once.”

“Gandalf has returned with a full eored! He and Lord Eomer--”

Lothiriel’s knees nearly give out and she slumps against the wall even as the women around her give cries of alarm. 

“--they have defeated the Uruk-hai! We are saved!” 

The tears begin in truth, now, and dimly she’s aware of Eowyn dragging her back towards the doors to the keep. There is a mad press all around them, of people crying and laughing and cheering, but Lothiriel can think of nothing else other than Eomer is here, Eomer is safe, we are all safe--

“Uncle!” Eowyn cries, and then she is gone, throwing herself at the weary yet triumphant form of Theoden King. A gentle hand on her arm has replaced Eowyn’s desperate grip and Lothiriel blinks a few times before recognizing that it is Gimli who is frowning up at her in concern.

“Lass, you’re white as a sheet. Come, come, let us find you somewhere to sit--”

“No,” she says, her mind foggy with relief and grief, all at once, “no, I must find--I must find my husband--”

“Your young horse master will find you soon enough, my lady,” he insists, gently shepherding her to a barrel and all but forcing her to sit upon it, “I do not think he would be overly pleased to find you in a faint when he does.”

That makes her laugh, a little. “I have never once fainted in my entire life, Master Dwarf.”

“No sense starting now, then,” he says. “Now, where is that confounded Elf? He had best not be trying to up his score…”

 Lord Legolas is, in fact, poking at a few corpses with an arrow, and Lothiriel laughs herself nearly sick when Gimli explains why. Then Lord Aragorn arrives and Eowyn is throwing herself at him, too relieved to guard her more tender emotions. Gandalf appears, miraculously untouched by the grime covering everyone else, grumbling about something as is his wont. Behind him is--

Behind him is Eomer, broad-shouldered and magnificent in his armor. A few other soldiers are with him, clearly asking for his input on one matter or another, and he looks near to losing his impressive temper.

“Deorwine, enough,” he finally barks, “I will answer these questions later--I want to find my wife!”

Valar, she is so happy to see him whole and hale that she cannot speak. Gimli seems to know this and winks at her before crying over the din, “Your wife is here, laddie.”

She’s vaguely aware of standing, of starting to walk towards him, but Eomer is there before she can so much as blink, crushing her against his chest so tightly she can scarcely breathe. She knows she’s crying, messily and without reserve, and she should be embarrassed to behave in such a way, in front of so many people, but she cannot bring herself to care. Not when Eomer’s arms are trembling around her, or she can feel the rasp of his beard against her temple, and the deep rumble of his voice as he says something in Rohirric to her is overwhelming her senses. 

“Hello,” she finally manages, leaning her head back just enough to meet his eyes, “oh, Eomer, hello.” 

“Lothiriel,” he says, and then he kisses her. Dimly, she’s aware of a small smattering of applause and a happy hoot that sounds suspiciously like Eothain, but that’s of little consequence when Eomer is kissing her like he’s been desperate for it. Like he’s missed her as much as she’s missed him.

He rests his forehead against hers when he finally lets her up for air, and Lothiriel has to reach up to take his dear, dear face between her hands. He is plainly bone weary and smells strongly of horse. There has never been a more welcome sight. 

“You came back to me,” she whispers.

“You asked me to. How could I do otherwise?” 

She huffs a laugh--of all of the times for him to tease! But then Eowyn is pushing herself into both of their embraces, and they are all crying, even Eomer. The rest of the day is such a blur that she cannot recall all of the dear faces she has seen, the words of relief and love and joy shared. She blinks in surprise to find herself all but pressed into bed, stripped of her filthy gown and left in only her somewhat less dirty shift.

“I should change,” she murmurs, flinging a leg over the side of the bed with the intention to stand.

“You will rest,” Eomer says, falling upon his side of the bed heavily and managing to drape an arm around her waist in the same instant. “You looked near enough to sleep this morning and an entire day has passed since then.”

“I smell.”

“So do I. I do not care if you do not.” 

She cares, but she cares more to have him close, stink or no. Sighing, she settles back onto the bed, pleasantly pinned under the weight of his arm for the first time in what feels like years. Rolling onto her side, she reaches for his face, cradling his still somewhat dirt-encrusted jaw in her hand. “I missed you. Oh, Valar, I have missed you so much.” 

Eomer swallows, drawing her closer until his nose is pressed against her temple and she is tucked too tightly against him to see his face. “I have missed you more than I thought possible. Lothiriel...Lothiriel you must know, I should have said it long before Wormtongue’s damned machinations separated us, but I love you.”

She cannot help it--she sobs, just a little, against the hollow of his collarbone. Eomer tightens his arm around her and she thinks, I am home, he is home, he IS home--

For now, anyways. And for now, that is enough.

#eomer x lothiriel #eothiriel #prompt response #heckofabecca #unsurprisingly this got long #pre-war poltical marriage AU

[monochromemedic]

This isn’t finished and probably wont be but i wrote alot so

Benny Benny Benny Benny BENNY I shifted the revolver in my hands, moving it from hand to hand as I moved with Arcade and Boone, trying to track down Benny after I tried to let him go.   Forgive and forget.  Be the bigger man. Turns out Benny was a lying asshole and sent in his cronies as he left for god knows where. And when raided the Legion I saw him tied up with the asshole in charge himself but when I went to get him after it all he disappeared.   It was becoming a trend.  I see him, Benny fucks me over and runs away. When I saw him in the Tops I noticed how he talked, how he walked, how hot he thought his shit was when actually he seemed like a dork. I joked about it with my friends, trying to cover the anger and frustration I felt but we all knew how upsetting it was.  But we always seemed to find his trail.  Then again it wasn’t that hard since he constantly kept his checkered suit on. And now we were following the trail again. After everything in Vegas... after Hoover dam, we still hadn’t found him. And so I took my two best friends, and traveled with the Followers of the Apocalypse, abandoning them for a moment at the sound of a smooth talker in a checkered suit.  Usually Arcade would stay with the Followers, trying to guide the group or halt them until I came back. Or guiding them to where I heard Benny had went. After all, America was fucked and they could use help everywhere, so it didn’t take much persuasion. Meanwhile Boone and I ran ahead, the urge of vengeance driving us both. Why Boone was so pissed off as well was weird, since it was my problem, but it seemed like he was just as eager to put a bullet in his head as I was. But this time... the trail was strong. Arcade was getting sick of us chasing ghosts and wanted to end it as much as I did and followed us. Benny was hold up at some... pleasure house. One for real fancy rich folks and had been there for a while under some alias but slipped up one too many times with saying his real name.  It was enough for me but when we learned that he kept favoring one girl in the club and took up a more permanent room we knew it was our chance. He’d be there for a while or at least planned to. We needed to move when he was settling down The three of us stood in the lobby of the hotel, women and men walking by in seductive get ups, some lounging on couches and beds beckoning a few of us to join in for the right amount of caps. I walked to one of the men who, rolled his hips seductively to the low music playing from a jukebox not too far away, a smile on his lips. “Hey baby, you looking to relieve some tension? Those boys of yours not fufilling you’re needs? I got you... Name’s Johnny Flood. You wanna know how I got that last name?” I cleared my throat and stared at Johnny, concealing the small revolver in a pocket. “Not today, but I do need you for some information.” “Hmm and what would man like me know?” I looked over Arcade who stepped up beside me. “Do you happen to know a man of Danny that’s been staying here recently? Black hair, strange way of talking like he’s trying too hard to be cool. Owns a black and white checkered suit?” “I’m sorry but that’s the Temptation Palace’s secret, we can’t give out that kinda information to just anyone.” Johnny teased “What if we paid you?” “Well... maybe i’d be willing to let my lips squeak out a bit of info...”  I pushed my hands in my pocket and held out a bag of caps to Johnny, shaking it slightly so he knew that it was legit. “200 caps. Just for anything you know about the guy.” Johnny’s eyes widened as he took the bag and opened it, smiling at the sight of the shiny caps within before pocketing it and begging us with a finger to follow him. He lead us to a spare bedroom, closing the door behind us as he sighed and sat on the bed, his flirtatious facade fading a bit. “I do know a bit about him. Not alot but, i’ll be an open book about what i know baby. What’s he to you? He’s your husband?” I shook my head and eyed the room, checking to see if it was really secure. Boone was already doing the same, so I knew that he’d keep a look out while me and Arcade chatted him up. “No... he might as well be with the amount of times he’s fucked me.” “Can we not say that joke in front of strangers?” Arcade interjected before I continued. “He did some bad things to some people, and I just wanna talk and settle the score. I don’t want him hurting anyone else.” Johnny face fell a little, rubbing his face nervously. “Damn... well... alright. What I know about Danny is that he’s been hanging around Peaches way too much.  I mean I was happy for her that she was getting a steady job but now that your saying that I guess I have noticed he’s a bit weird. I wear i’ve seen a gun on him but I always thought it was just for a little protection but It’s kinda big.” “Is it engraved?” “I couldn’t tell you, I never got that close. Just sort of seen the handle peaking out of the hem of his pants at times so I just assumed it was a gun in his pants and not his dick.” I looked at Arcade who, gave a tired sigh before continuing “Is he still here?” “Danny? I think so. Then again it’s hard to tell who comes and goes when you’re in and out of bedrooms. But he does seem to have a little room to himself that he rented. Only hardcore costumers do that so, I’d assume he planned on staying for a while longer. If you wanna talk to him he’s on the 3rd floor, I think it’s room 307. You might need a key to get in if you wanna... do anything.” I gave a slight nod and headed for the door, giving Johnny thanks for his information. Boone already had the door open. He got the information he needed. “W-wait.” I turned to Johnny, who became a bit nervous. “Listen I don’t know what you’re gonna do to him, probably nothing good but... this place is good and Peaches is a good girl. Make sure she’s safe and... if your gonna ... kill him then try not to be so loud. The Temptation Palace is suppose to be a place for people to relax and murder is one thing that turns alot of people off.” Boone only gave a quick, “No promises” as he left as I gave a more helpful answer. “I’ll keep her safe. And believe me, i’ll be as quiet as a mouse.” I stood outside with Arcade and Boone at my side as we kept silent, walking up the stairs to the third floor with one mission in mind. Even though we didn’t speak, we know we didn’t have to. There wasn’t anything to talk about that wasn’t what we already from talking about the situation night after night. I felt the goosebumps begin to form on my skin, and a shutter of adrenaline fall over me.  I wonder if he could feel it too. The dread... the anticipation. When we got to the door it was locked but a few tries with a bobby pin caused it to open, a small creak from the hinges as we entered the dimly lit room, seeing Benny in his underwear, drinking at a small bar full of liquor. I could feel the scar begin to ache at the irony of it all, how similar this all was seeming. Just like the first time. “You’re like a damn cockroach you know that babes? I keep on stomping you out but you just keep on coming back no matter where I head.” Benny’s voice seemed to echo in the darkness. I raised my pistol at him, anger filling my mind and my body. All I wanted was to pull the trigger and end it, but I forced myself to stop. I still had questions. I always did. “Hard to hide when you never change your look from that dumb suit you wear. You really gotta try harder, it’s like you wanna be found.” “Maybe I do... maybe I do.” He took a swig of what was left in his glass and began to poor a half empty bottle of whiskey to refill it, before turning to me. As soon as he turned Boone and Arcade raised their concealed guns as well, causing Benny to chuckle. “Damn baby, you  got that whole gang back together. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered about the reunion but you caught me in my birthday suit.  I wouldn’t go and try to chum me up or else I might just start turning red.” “Jesus can you shut up already. Jenna take the shot and just end this.” Arcade barked out “We have him, we can’t let him get away again, just end it.” “Arcade stay out of this.” Boone growled back, “You don’t know what it’s like?” “What wanting to shoot an idiot? Because if that’s the case then you’re mistaken because I want to do that every day.” Benny sipped his whiskey and laughed, placing the glass on the counter with a smarmy grin on his face “I always love to see two broads going at each others throats... all just for me, i’m flattered.” “Shut up Benny” They both barked back, turns fixating back at the man I walked forward, inching closer and closer to Benny’s body until I was just a foot away. He looked a little weathered but otherwise the same.  It seemed that running away from the constant mob of people chasing him was taking it’s toll. Good. “Why? I gave you a chance back at the Tops and you threw me under the bus. You think I wouldn’t be good for it? You never thought that sometimes people can be the bigger man and forgive? Now look at you. Alone, no casino, no chip, in a random sleezy hotel miles from home because you couldn’t accept the fact that I wanted to give you a second chance. Now i’m all out of chances Benny and i’m pretty fucking pissed.” “No one gets out scott free, not you, not me, not no body. I couldn’t take the chance of a backstab when I had the cards in play. It was just precaution, nothing more. You think too hard, i’m surprised that you haven’t broken that head of yours with all that thinking you must be doing, thinking there’s some bigger meaning. It’s a dog eat dog world, and sometimes killing friends is the best way to insure the dog’s don’t bite the hand that feeds, you dig? You’d probably do the same if you were where I was sittin.” “‘Maybe Khan’s kill people, but I ain’t a fink, you dig’“ “Dirty. Using my own words against me like that.” Benny said, a bit of venom in his tone. “So now what. You gotta pull the trigger and put me in a shallow grave? Cause you better do it quick or i’ll finish this entire bottle of whiskey while you’re mulling it over again.” My finger that hovered over the trigger began to quiver as I pushed it down against the smooth metal of the gun. Just a simple reaction, a little push and it’d be over. Benny would be dead in front of me. So why the fuck couldn’t I do it? I tried to force my finger down but the more I tried the more my hand tensed up, the harder I felt it getting to swallow. He ruined my life, my memory, everything who I was before the bullet.  He deserved it right?  “Come on doll face, just do it.” He urged, making me try again only to no avail. I took a step back, my head aching and my eyes beginning to tear up. I couldn’t speak, it all felt so wrong, so... bad. I was so tired of chasing but so tired of the blood constantly on my hands.  “Jenna...” I turned to Boone, a look of concern on his face. “C...craig.” I whimpered back, shame overcoming me as Benny gave a somber exhale. “Can’t even do it. That’s sad pussycat, real sad.” Benny muttered, starting to get up only for Arcade to jump forward and hit him with handle of the gun, causing him to yelp and fall against the ground, a stream of blood coming from his temple. “Stay down or I will put a bullet right between your eyes.” Arcade growled, keys focused on Benny. He gave a cautionary glance at me before speaking. “We can’t play this game forever Jenna. You either have to be the one to do it, or we will. I don’t know how it’s difficult for you since this guy is a major pain but... it needs to be done. It’ll be better for everyone if we just bookend this.” “You can’t just take that away from her. You either let her do it, or let her decide who gets to.” Boone told Arcade

#fallout nv boone #fallout nv arcade #benny gecko #Self Insert

[notruvik]

finished kh3 a couple of days ago and i have some thots on it.. this took me a while to write, but seeing the general consensus right now im glad im not the only one whos got some Feelings about it. obvious spoiler talk underneath the cut!

before anything i wanna say i did enjoy the game. i had fun with it, it is polished to beyond and isnt per se a rushed product technical wise - which makes my grievances with it the more harrowing

first and foremost i dont have too much gripes with the story and its ending overall. sora ‘dying’ had been hinted at before and seeing how the disney worlds played out i had expected it to happen. the revival of aqua, ven and terra was sufficient and while the seasalt trio only had one scene to call their own, it’s fine, really. it brought the emotion across and worked as climax for their arc. im happy that theyre happy

however, its nothing more than that: it’s fine. the game itself didnt do anything to make all of these returns and happy endings meaningful. it simply presented you one longer-than-average cutscene and a boss fight for each respective trio and had you fill in the blanks. for 20 hours it feels like the game is at a standstill as you go from disney world to disney world, forcing you to do unrelated tasks and seemingly doing everything to prevent sora from going into the realm of darkness until the very last 7 hours of the game where everything happens at once

that feeling of ‘standstill’ is caused by nothing really happening in sora’s physical journey. yes, he does meet marluxia, y!xehanort and vanitas (arguably the best and most efficient encounter in the game), but youre no step closer to the goal youre trying to achieve nor is any other character making any visible progress. when its time to finally take the first step, youre soon thrown at the very end of the plight: you save aqua, you immediately save ven, youre at the keyblade graveyard, you reunite everyone in the span of 2 hours and then its end game already

theres not breather in-between. no moment to let your achievements sink in and let these lost wielders get acquainted with the main cast and have some form of reunion. to make it feel like they matter in the present time. after all is said and done you find the resurrection of the wayfinder and seasalt trio meaningful not because the game helped you connect but because youve spent the past 10 years thinking about them.

this overall covers my main complaint about the game. further on i tried to collect some other issues in smaller points which i think just added to the Experience

to address the elephant in the room, kairi has been such a waste once again. being advertised as keyblade wielder, finally playing a role in all of this, only for her to get kidnapped immediately and killed is an awful move. being the reason sora is ‘dead’ in the end leaves such a bad bad aftertaste on top of all that. since a bunch of other posts have already discussed the issues at hand, i wont go in on this too hard. i do wanna say tho that kairi here feels like the epitome of character mismanagement problems the game is having in general; you dont feel for her. she says a lot of things, but is not acting on it. you dont see her training, you barely see her fighting. shes not talking to sora up to moments before her death, its no wonder youll forget about her until sora brings her up again post-end boss

continuing, instead of introducing mysterious female character(s) which never serve any purpose, i wish they had used the time to develop the characters which actually were at stake here. same goes for the many more sub-plots that never lead anywhere. the time spent talking about The Box, The Girl, The KHuX Survivors could have been used to ease the fallen heroes into the story. DLC content would have been perfect to introduce all these other elements into the present for future installments, instead of leaving all of these mentioned new plot points entirely unresolved. as its stands kh3 is a playable sequel bait instead the end of the xehanort saga

no radiant garden hub world? a huge portion of plot relevant characters are gathered there, why wouldn’t you add this one to the selection? the relief you would feel seeing the outcome of the restoration committee, kairi finally getting back in touch with her homeworld, damn, even just being able to interact with your allies on an npc level would be enough to make this game feel alive. this emptiness spreads out to the other world as well: like many AAA games, kh3 suffers from beautiful but empty world syndrome. sure, the worlds are huge, but theres nothing to do but fight enemy hordes and run for hours. arendelle arguably being the worst offender where all safe point spawning places look the same

minor, but still gonna mention it: sora still hasnt thanked namine and it personally drives me nuts. it wouldnt be that much of a problem honestly if theyd stop bringing it up every other game, throwing out cutscenes solely dedicated to that.. like, come on.

im trying to be optimistic here, but kh3 was supposed to wrap all these ‘spin-off’ into the main story line, not hint at a dozen more games to come. the game overall feels like another side project, instead of a full blown main title which is a damn shame. i already wrote this on twitter, but to me kh3 feels like the point where the series loses all of its emotional value in favor of ‘unforeseen’ plot twists to create this historic epic that paints nomura as some kind of ingenious story teller. instead of providing a story that focuses on the fight between light and dark, the power of friendship, and of course finally giving us an ending to all these characters weve grown attached to over the years, its simply put sequel bait in order to promote a (pretty much) pay to play mobile game. and it left me disappointed

#kingdom hearts #kh #kh3 #kh3 spoilers

[wandering-dogs]

So I want to babble some more about bibble stuff, but I kept that one post ‘short’ for a reason; I left out most of the things I think may just be Wander-Specific, for whatever reason. So this is going to be a very long post about One Dog in Particular.

First; He only loves me. Okay yeah, he loves my family too, but like, its not the same. You want him to follow one of them? Oh, okay, he’ll herd them! No, that’s not what you want? You wanted him to follow them like he does me, where its just quiet and attentive, except not at me??? No, that wont work. He decided that much. He follows me into the bathroom, into the back yard, into my room, into the room I work on crafts, the front yard, the kitchen, the living room, other people’s rooms, my neighbors house, my neighbors yard, kitchen, living room... You get the idea. Wherever I am, he wants to be. And I can tell you with 100% accuracy, without looking at him, where he is when I am in each room. I don’t have to go /looking/ for this dog. He isn’t what I’d call a creature of habit, but he’s a loyal creature nonetheless.

And on the topic of He Only Loves Me... This extends to his breeder. A trait that I thought was really cool when talking to her and finding out about her dogs was that all her puppies that go away, if and when they visit, Recognize her. They know who she is! I got to even see that. And it didn’t seem to matter how long it had been, either. Spoiler alert; Wander is not like that. I don’t know why, but when we went to visit her last time, he acted like he barely knew her. She was basically a stranger, honestly. She tried to examine his merle markings, and he locked up until I /very gently/ touched his leg, which he then relaxed for her. He didn’t come to her, though his recall is amazing, and actually one of the few things that often extends to people he knows. (Oh, did I not mention that he only listens to me and people we know? Weird.) He did not /care/ about her at all, and you could tell; It was not something she was used to or expecting. From this, I can only assume it’s not a normal border collie thing.

A side note on that; You could tell his puppies at the time from the rest. They were calmer, more prone to laying down near a person... But you could see the fact that none of Us were their people. It was a visible difference from the bird-like swarm of hive mind puppies that were running amok and terrorizing my little sister’s shoes (i have several photos of her with the puppies, its like a pack of hungry tribbles) ((I’ve since been able to get updates from one of the puppies owners btw and the pup is turning out gorgeous, and I’m so excited to see her grow))

He does /not/ get along with strange dogs. And this isn’t necessarily his fault. We used to go to a dog park because it was pretty quiet, open, and most owners were good. Its gone rather downhill since, but we stopped going a while ago, because even if we were training or just using it as an area for longer-distance fetch, dogs would run over and start shit. Even dogs that were playing with other dogs at the time would literally stop, see Wander, and run over to fuck with him. Which ends up in him being like “Don’t be a douche” and snapping at them before returning, which somehow translates into /Wander is a dick/???? I’m not really sure what the logic there is. But after a few repeat incidents, we’ve just stopped going. This trait of dogs not-liking him also extends to nor only other border collies, but his own /relatives/! When we went to the border collie family reunion, he got to run wild with a bunch of his relatives. And while he was a bit obnoxious, he recalled well when he misbehaved, and for the most part just hung out with me. Despite this, if he went near to sniff most of the other dogs, they would growl or snap at him, something they weren’t doing with the other border collies. So something about him is apparently so strange that even his relatives don’t like it. Which is fine by me, since he has a few dog friends we hang out with, and is working on ignoring strange dogs better anyways, but... It’s less great in the fact that introducing him to new dogs, even if he’s not staring, ends up in the other dog misbehaving most of the time. (honestly it worries me a bit for dog sports)

He doesn’t like food. Now, I touched on this a bit before in the Big Post, but I didn’t really explain what I meant. Or, I did, but not the extent. He doesn’t like Food. When we got him, he was on Victor; His breeder was even kind enough to give us some of the same brand for him, in case we didn’t have any. He refused it. As in, he would literally rather eat the adult dog food. So, for a while, we switched him to that, and let Simon finish off his puppy food. Not ideal, but he was eating at least! Except that made him sick. So, puppy version of the food we were getting the other dogs! That should work! And it did, for a bit. Actually, he was p fond of it for a while. And then suddenly didn’t want that either. So I started putting it in a ball, so he had to work for it, which, hey, look, he’s eating again!! How nice!!! Surprise, that didn’t last. We moved him onto adult food since he was finally old enough, and he did well. Then he stopped eating that for the most part. When I say he stopped eating, I mean I could only feed him at 1am with nobody else awake while I played overwatch, or he would just stare at me. We changed brands, it worked for a week, he was over it. We repeated. Changed brands. Changed flavors. Rotated through what he ate previously. He still to this day only eats late at night, with Pandora in a crate (because she’s a theif) while I’m playing video games, if everyone else is asleep. Which made camping very difficult, as he would only eat a bit at a time until I figured out if I put just a few crumbs of something good on top, he’d finish off the mini camping bowl of food. But then he’d not eat again. Even if he was hungry. This also extends to treats, which are hit or miss; He won’t take meat sometimes, but he took milkbones at the Vets?????

He only walks well on a collar. And even then, as soon as I put heel to a Word, he now only walks well if I cue it. Which you’re like, “Oh, that makes sense, you just have to retrain it/You didn’t train him on a harness” Wrong. His entire puppy life, he could slip out of a collar. As soon as we figured that out, he was a harness dog. It took until he was almost 2 years old for him to learn llw. I actually ended up giving up for several months because I’d been trying for so long that it was just frustrating me, and the frustration was getting worse. Then, I took him out again; It clicked. Our 2 hour walk took half an hour. (its only a mile mind you) We did more walking training, he figured it out, we could do the block in 13 minutes. He did almost perfectly. He was loose leash next to yapping dogs, angry dogs, strollers, whatever I asked. And then I put it on a cue. Heel. It just meant “stand by my side” I’d already been using a small tug on the leash to cue it. Most of my cues are hand signals and words, so it seemed like a good plan. And he got it! And then immediately stopped being loose leashed unless I asked. Like literally he’s better off leash than with a leash on. And if he’s got a harness on? Good! Don’t bother clipping the leash to that, he’ll pull you harder than a sled dog. And that’s having walked him /with/ a set of huskies. Honestly I’m about a step away from hooking this dog up to a sled and hoping he avoids major roads on our journey into the wilderness; Honestly knowing him he’d use the sidewalks. But I don’t particularly want to be dog-sledded into jail for running people over, so that’s off the table for rn.

#wander #border collie #bibble talk

[tumblunni]

Rambling about my new watchholder oc Mallory

* absolute gremlin child. Eats dirt. Probably more of a monster than most of the yokai.

* at the same time tho, she is like super sunshine friend! She looks kinda gloomy ominous but her personality is actually super bubbly and her biggest priority in life is making new yokai friends and loving them forever. Like, creepy in a wholesome way? She does indeed love horror movies and creepy crawlies and could probably fistfight god, but that doesnt mean she's evil!

* kinda always bored but also easily exciteable? One of her biggest recurring jokes is just ignoring the normal or sane solution to a thing and doing something more fun even if its more difficult or dangerous. Actually i guess its more "fearless" than bored? Or bored of fear, lol. Fearless and doesnt really give a shit about any rules. But again not in a mean way, she doesnt break rules because she wants to piss people off, just like "im not gonna believe this if nobody bothers explaining why its supposed to be so important". But not exactly phrased like that cos that would be rude, lol. So uhh more like just relateable autism feel of not grasping social cues but mixed with a personality thats quite outgoing and uncaring of being judged poorly for not being normal, as opposed to me who's always worried about what people think.

* oh wait thats the word for it!! Free-spirited! Trickster! Like a peter pan type of trickster tho, more than loki. Like just "i am naturally outside the obligations of normalcy" rather than "i am intentionally trying to prank/illusion/manipulate people cos its funny". Or uhh i guess "manic pixie dream girl" but without all the stupid shit that trope has got associated with.

* pretty much just wish fullfillment of "what if i was confident enough to not care what people think and just act like myself no matter what"

* anyway in summary she likes to climb trees n stuff and her reaction to yokai being real is "yay" and her reaction to seeing an undefeatable giant kaiju is to run at it and try and suplex it with her bare hands. She's kind of a badass! Tho lol also her biggest character flaw is her badassness, cos she can be reckless due to the lack of fear. But then also sometimes when everyone is hopeless she really does manage to save the day no matter what, and help inspire everyone else to be brave too!

* though i'm thinking of maybe a character arc where she starts off seeing this as just a fun adventure with no stakes, and it doesnt matter if you take risks cos nobody's gonna get hurt anyway. Like a "this isnt really real, its just my hero's story" sort of thing? When things start getting more dark and she faces things she cant just defeat with simple optimism, it kinda stops being fun anymore. And she has to realize that even if she doesnt care about her own self preservation there's consequences that could happen to her friends and family. And maybe she's already made mistakes that she can't take back, and now she's neck deep in a conflict thats a lot bigger and more insurmountable than she thought. You can't just fistfight something like the abstract concept of hatred for humanity which will continue to be perpetuated as long as the idea keeps taking root. And maybe even yokai you befriended could start to believe it too, after all you've kinda been treating them as just fun toys and sidekicks on a story that's all about you, and dragging them into danger with your recklessness. Even though you're fighting the villains, are you really doing it because you actually care about saving the day? Do you even know what you're saving it from...?

* and similar to her unflappable victoryness being shaken, i think her fearlessness and confidence could also be deeper than they look on the surface. I feel like maybe as the story goes on it could be revealed that its less being fearless and more just not caring about her own safety. You start to see her get more actual consequences from her fights, and it starts to become sort of concerning that she keeps brushing it off as no big deal. Laughing it off. Wondering why her friends are even sad that she got hurt. And maybe she isnt really happy all the time and 100% secure in who she is, she just tries to hide any signs of doubt because she feels like nobody would care. And that she has to always be the funny class clown or else nobody would want to be her friend. And like.. She doesnt even really believe that she's great, believe that she's fine as she is. She's more aware of her weirdness than she lets on. She's constantly, paralyzingly aware that everyone thinks she's a freak. She did use to try and change herself to fit in, but she kept failing at it and it never helped her get any friends. Or when she did think she made a friend they'd turn on her whenever she slipped up and showed a crack in her mask of the perfect normal person. The perfect normal person they wanted her to be.. Constantly changing into WHATEVER anyone wanted her to be. The only reason she doesnt do that anymore is that she lost all hope in it working, not that she actually gained confidence in her true self. And even when she's npt conciously doing it she's still subconciously trying to be what people want her to be. She has to always be funny, always be fearless, she has to cling to the few parts of her weirdness that people dont seem to hate. And now she has to be the hero. She has to carry all the dreams of everyone she's met along the way, while never letting them know when she's scared she wont be able to help make them come true. She's always just laughing it off and never being fully open with any of her friends, because she's scared they'll hate her. ..

* so uhh.. Yeah. Personal experience of that. Personal experience of trying to fit into negative stereotypes of autism because thats what everyone saw me as no matter how hard i tried, and also it was the only form of autism theyd treat positively, somehow. Like just be the "funny one" and dont challenge any of their assumptions ans they'll leave you in relative peace. Put up with some degree of degredation to avoid the even worse version. And i was doing all of this at a very youbg age before i even knew i was autistic or what autism was, but i could still feel how people treated me differently and how i had to friggin agree with it or else they'd never let it go. Gahhh.. It was all way too complicated and dark for a kid to understand!

* so yeah anyway her story arc is going from being a badass funny to being a funny badass? Like she just becomes more genuinely tough and cool when she's not always winning and the stakes dont seem so low and comical AND most importantly you know her real feelings and see that she will indeed continue fighting even when she's scared. And she doesnt try so hard to be cool all the time so it just lets her be more genuine. And form actual relationships with everyone with genuine feelings. So its less "she is badass because its funny" and more "she is a badass because she's a badass". But she's still funny, just in more varied ways than simply "the only reason she won this fight so fast is because jokes". Fighting legit threatening enemies in fights that arent over in five seconds. So they can contain... SEVERAL joke..!!! And also some actual fighting for once!!

* hhh i dunno i am very tired im probably not explaining this well

* oh and i think possibly she has a bit of a complex of feeling she's nothing without her yokai watch? Like the yokai are her first friends who never abandoned her. And she always felt like she was useless and it was her own fault that she didnt have any friends. She first started off being all irreverent and goofy when she got the yokai watch cos she was well into her "i dont care anymore" phase of depression and felt certain these new friends would all realise she was awful eventually and leave, so like.. Why get attatched? Just have fun while it lasts. So maybe actually she shows early signs of her depression by trying harder to be normal whenever anyone shows her friendship. Maybe something where she starts straigjtening her hair or dressing more feminine and then you just see this look on her face like her heart has shattered when someone agrees that she does look better now. (Maybe a new yokai she recently caught who was like super cool and she wanted to impress them?) And she gets compulsively obsessed with it, exaggerating it to a ridiculous degree and starting to change other parts of her appearance and everyone goes from giggling about this weird circumstance to getting REALLY DAMN CONCERNED! And in the end something something the yokai who was an asshole abput her needing to be more feminine slips up and shows his true assy colours to the other yokai and theyre like IT WAS YOU and he's like "what? You should be thanking me for fixing your shitty trainer!" And Then Everyone Beats Him Up Forever. Etc etc moral that real friends accept you for who you are and anyone who tells you you have to change to impress them is not worth impressing. Also maybe some aspect where the yokai dude thinks that mallory is trying to impress him cos she has a crush on him, and thats the moment that manages to snap her out of her depressive funk. Self hate overrided by sheer EWW NO IM A LESBIAN, DUDE i just liked ur cool hat, geez. (Wait was that entire plot idea just an excuse to find a way to foreshadow her getting a crush on hailey in yw3...?)

* and maybe i dunno some sort of dramatic episode where she loses the ability to use the yokai watch and is faced with her self worth issues all at once and its super fuckin sad and we all know eventually she will get to see all her yokai friends again cos the plots not gonna end before finishing all the games but still MEGA SUPER SAD MOMENT ANYWAY (also tearful reunions!)

* also i just heard theres a yokai called furgus thats a big adorable hairball that gives people big hair. So maybe that could be one of the comically easy victory episodes? He uses his power on mallory but her hair is already too fluffy to be floofed! Maybe it backfires and turns his own hair into a boring bowl cut, lol? And then maybe a sequel where he returns for revenge a million episodes later but it just so happens to be during the maddiman boss fight and he accidentally cures his balding. "Noooo dont thank me nooooo" *is forced against his will to become a popular advertosing mascot for hair cream* *like straight up just gets sucked into the nearest bottle and sealed like a genie* *cursed forever to fame and fortune and a million dollar salary*

* lol i dont think im as funny as the actual yokai watch writers but i have a few ideas at least. This will be fun to draw!

#bunni plays yokai watch

[thetrueenemyofhumanity]

I got a request, if this isn't too complicated. So, the S/O of Tracer/Mercy/DVa is killed in a building collapse during a high risk mission, but no body could be found. A year later, The Nameless Soldier emerges, a ruthless vigilante hellbent on the death of Overwatch. It's revealed that The Nameless Soldier is actually the S/O, who's still alive and now hates Overwatch, believing they were abandoned by their allies. Kind of like or The Arkham Knight. Thanks for running such a great blog!

1) I’m so sorry for the delay

2) I’ve never played that game sadly, so I apologize for these inaccuracies I didn’t know what I was doing (but do i ever)

Tracer

The chronal accelerator’s beeping became more frantic as thebattery got weaker and weaker with each blink. However Tracer could barely hearit over her own laboured breathing, blood rushing in her ears and the constantfire of her pistols. But each shot felt like a waste considering no matter howmany she landed it barely slowed down her opponent. But their weaponry didn’thave the same issue. All it took was one well aimed shot to bring the Britcrashing down, her pistols sliding across the floor where they are crushed by aheavy boot. Panicked, she tried to recall, only to be met with the same franticbeeping to tell her she had no juice left. Her pounding heart stopped when shelooked up to be met with the barrel of a gun brushing her nose.

“Stay down, Lena. I wouldn’t like to blow that pretty headoff those shoulders,” you warned, finger tensing on the trigger, As much as youhated Overwatch and all it had done to you and taken away… You just couldn’tbring yourself to shoot her.

“You may know my name, but if you think I’m just gonnasurrender then you don’t know the first thing about me!” she snapped, suddenlygrabbing the gun and pointing it into her chest. On instinct you pulled thetrigger and for the briefest of moments fear filled your heart. It had been fartoo long since you felt anything other than rage and this icy grip froze youuntil your senses were knocked back into you by Tracer slamming you into theground, pinning your arms to your side. Your vision cleared from the dizzyingblow to adjust to the blue light you were bathed in. Looking into the chronalaccelerator a smile tugged at your lips as you realised you could see rightthrough it. Clever girl. Despite your position, you found relief washing overyou that she wasn’t dead. All this time you thought your heart was too burnedand blackened from the incident. But evidently, against your better judgement,you still cared.

“I know you better than you think,” you told her, wrestlingan arm free and striking her in the side before throwing her off of you and gettingto your feet. “And I know whats best for you. And that is getting out ofOverwatch while you still can before you burn with it.”

“You’re warning me about a threat that you pose,” she hissedthrough gritted teeth as she rose, “Look, I don’t want to hurt you, let me helpyou instead. That’s what Overwatch does! It helps people and we can-“

“Help?!” you spat, crossing the distance between you in aninstant. “Leaving me in that rubble was ‘helping’, was it?”

The colour left her face and she inside she crumbled allover again. Her wide eyes finally showed fear for the first time as they welledwith tears. She shook her head and backed away, covering her mouth to hold backa sob.

“No… No no no!” she cried, “It can’t… You’re dead!”

“Only on the inside,” you scoffed, turning your back on herand beginning to walk away, “Which is why you’re only getting this one chance.I’ll bring down Overwatch and you can’t stop me. I don’t want to go throughyou, but I will do whatever it takes.”

Mercy

“Come on, get up! We still need you,” Mercy pleaded with theinjured agent, working furiously to get them to their feet. Just as they werefinally rising from their knees they suddenly fell backwards and Angela’spristine white Valkyrie suit was bathed in red. A shriek burst past her lipsand she scrambled back in fear of being the next target.

“I don’t think that’s something your little beam can fix.”

She whipped around at the sound of your voice and drew herpistol, but she was shaking far too much to even hope of making a decent shot.You knew she wouldn’t shoot and, despite her brave façade, she knew it too.Your heart was not as kind as hers, so why the hell were you lowering yourweapon as you strode over. Your boots squelched as you walked through the bloodtowards her, only coming to a stop when her fallen staff rested before yourfeet. Rather than step over it, you looked down at it for a moment.

“Could have been useful for when I dragged myself out of therubble I was left in by your dear Overwatch, huh Angela?”

The silence that followed was broken by her gun clatteringto the floor as she brought trembling fingers to her mouth with a broken gasp.

“(Y/N)… You’re alive?” she whispered.

“Well no thanks to Overwatch for that. Unlike them, I’mgoing to be efficient. I’m going to make sure they’re dead,” you promised her.

“No!” she said firmly, biting back the fear and forcingherself to her feet to face you, “No, this is not you. The one I love is not akiller-“

“Love? Love is not leaving someone to die. Love was me inagony waiting for rescue. Waiting in hell for my guardian angel to save me.They took everything from me. But why would they care? I was just fodder, not aperson,” you stated bitterly.

“You were someone! You were part of our family and we werebroken when we lost you. You think I did not care? That I just forgot you? Idug for days through that rubble. Day and night, without food or drink orsleep. Every inch of my hands bled and even then I refused to give up. Itwasn’t until Jack and Lena physically dragged me away that I was forced tofinally gave up. I shouldn’t have given up, I am sorry. Those are my sins, donot punish anyone else for them. If you want vengeance take it against the goodDoctor Frankenstein that created you,” she pleaded. Her gentle hands wrappedaround the gun you held. Believing she was trying to take it from you, yourgrip on it tightened. But those were far from her intentions, which becameclear when she raised it to press against her forehead.

“Angela I’m not-“ you began, but were promptly cut off.

“I am Overwatch. I am your enemy. I am the cause of yourbroken heart. It is time I pay for my sins.”

D.Va

It took several hard kicks for the busted latch to eventuallygive and the twisted metal to finally break free. With a grunt and plenty ofshimmying, Hana slid through the opening, now free from the broken shell of heronce great mech.

“Should have stayed in that armour, little bunny.”

That voice. It sent chills through her and stole the airfrom her lungs. Thoughts of retrieving her pistol vanished and were replaced bymemories of your smiling face, your loving embrace, and your funeral. It was anempty coffin they buried but it was heavy with the weight of her broken heart. Thatday the light in her life was extinguished, buried beneath six foot of earth. Herheart had never mended, but she had to keep fighting. In her lowest moments heronly fuel came from telling herself that she was doing it for you. To make theworld you died for better. And here you were alive. And trying to set the worldon fire.

“The only person who called me that is buried beneath a tenstorey building,” she replied in a quiet voice, slowly turning towards you. Herexpression was a mixture of fear, despair and betrayal. She would have beenovercome with joy were this reunion under different circumstances. All thedreams she had of having you back in the land of the living didn’t involve youtrying to kill her friends.

“Twelve, but at least you were in the double digits,” youreplied with a shrug, “Hana, you’ve seen what I can do to your mech and Ididn’t even break a sweat. I suggest that you get out of here.”

“When have I ever been known to back down?” she asked,stepping closer to you and narrowing her eyes.

“Now is a good time to start. Because I sure as hell wontbe. I’ve thought of nothing but vengeance since… Since they left me there.”

“So you haven’t even thought of me? Because I never stoppedthinking of you. Or is there no room for love in a heart full of hate?” shedemanded as she crossed her arms. A tense silence filled the room, broken onlyby the whirring of her dying mech. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks and herlower lip trembled as she tried to hold herself together. Your jaw clenched andyou took a deep breath as you finally decided.

“Not anymore.”

#overwatch #drabble #tracer x reader #dva x reader #d.va #d.va x reader #tracer #dva #mercy #mercy x reader #mercy writing #tracer writing #dva writing #d.va writing

[imissyoulilgucciv]

I don’t think about it constantly, but it is there. I battled myself obsessively for weeks spread out, here and there, every other. It was a battle of forgiveness, back and forth between believing gus would have wanted me to be happy, he would not have wanted me to feel guilty. I’m not sure if guilt is the right word for what I feel, and he wouldn’t have wanted me to feel like a failure either, but no matter how strong my battle is, I just can’t accept that I did everything in my power to keep him alive because there is so much more that I could have done, there is a reality where we got to be together, we lived in a cob house that we built with the help of interns invited from all over. It took a long time to get there. We spent years battling illness, hoping from homes that needed taking care of, or simply a person to fill, farms to work, gardens to build, trees to plant, vegetables to yield. It was slow at first, and hard to manage, never able to stay too long, in fact some were rather disastrous, I was left alone once and finished out the stay/labor by myself. This was more empowering than anything and a good experience. Our tribulations were always followed by both personal and collective growth.  As time went on we became better disciplined, we had a system that worked with our illnesses, we trusted each other, we knew spaces would need to happen, but they would always be followed by reunions, and in those spaces the love would never go away. There were times apart, but not like before. I did a few artist residencies in this time, some we were still together and we would video chat where I’d show him my projects and he’d show me his, while others we were not “together” but realistically we were never apart. 

 I eventually moved in with his parents. We didn’t want to move anywhere else because we enjoyed travelling and residing in places that we didn’t have to pay for, or have to own.  We didn’t believing in owning anything either, but there were fantasies.  We had the same problems as always but they were being managed, we’d meditate every morning and every night sometimes alone, sometimes holding hands facing eachother. Getting home, and appreciating that the stars were just a little more visible than in town. 

There were even periods I moved into the guest bed room for various reasons. 

Eventually the homesteads were successful, we learned a lot. in this time we met an old couple that we worked for and helped build a sustainable food forest, the couple surprised us by telling us that the land would be ours once they passed away. They didn’t have any children. For a while we lived here in a small shelter we built with an outdoor shower, gas oven, no toilet. We were not stuck, free to come and go but Gus started getting really comfortable and was able to make money from selling starts at farmers markets, we also had produce we sold to local restaurants. So then in time we were able to share what we knew with others in exchange for work trades much like we were doing in the beginning. 

But I know this wasn’t possible, maybe I could believe it if I accept the really rocky start of on and off and on and off, and a lot of pain, a lot of passion, and love, and knowing the off wan’t really off but sickness was in the way. I wish he could have been okay, I wish things were not hard like they were... I wish a lot of things. but even as I think of how unrealistic the simpilest things were... I can even come to terms with believing there really wasn’t any other way... 

but I wont accept it, I give myself more control and power than either one of us had, and I can’t forgive myself. It doesn’t really make sense at all. I failed to be there that day, it was just another day and everything ended. How did that happen so fast? 

No matter how much good I do from this day, how happy people think I am, how happy I can seem, how sweet, how collected, how much purpose I find, or how motivated, I will know I failed, we failed to go on. I’m doing the best I can but I’m tired of trying to defend myself, from myself. I just accept these things now, its easier than fighting, then obsessing I just let it be the way it is, even if its floating on some kind of sea of delusions. What was so wrong? Why wasn’t I good enough that day? I remind myself it wasn’t about me, the struggle was too much but I just can’t accept that I Wasn’t enough anymore to convince him to stay that I somehow pushed him or was too hard on him and so he felt he was hurting me more than helping, he knew we couldn’t have a normal relationship and I really fucked up. I said things that yea a “normal” person would have taken okay, even positively but I didn’t fucking think about how gus would take some of the words I said, how I think of the day he told me what made him off on me and how twisted and wrong he was about what I was feeling, what I was saying, and while one could say you can’t help how people interpret your words I don’t really fully believe that and I wonder where, if thats the case, are we responsible for any of the shit we do. Why do we get to pick and chose? I’m not sure if I’m making sense or explaining that part well enough... I have things I am looking forward to, but I am so fucked up I don’t know what else to do. 

[surveystodestressme]

72.

5000 Question Survey Pt. 18

1701. How will tomorrow be like today? i don’t know yet 1702. How would you react if a stranger pinched your bottom? i’d probably smack them 1703. When was the last time you went on a date? ummm, jack and i don’t really go on dates anymore.  or at least, we don’t call them dates. 1704. Have you ever ridden a horse? yes. 1706. What is almost over? i don’t know

1707. What should you be doing that you are putting off? calling my college to set up orientation 1708. How much would you have to change physically before you would no longer be yourself anymore? a lot 1709. How much would you have to change mentally before you would no longer be yourself anymore? ^ 1710. Would you rather be famous or notorious? neither honestly 1711. Would you rather have a necklace that’s dripping with diamonds or a blueberry farm? blueberry farm 1712. Could you take first place in a beauty contest? probably not 1713. Who is the biggest hypocrite you know and why? i know a lot of them 1714. Would you consider yourself to be more opinionated or bitchy? opinionated. 1715. How long is it until your next day off? it’s my day off right now 1716. What sound is annoying you right now? nothing at the moment 1717. Imagine you’re taking a vacation with 4 people. Who are they? jack, wyatt, jake,and rebecca 1718. The five of you travel by plane. Suddenly your plane crashes down over snowy mountains. The pilot and the air crew and all the other passengers die. The only way for you to survive is for one of you to get eaten by the others. Who will it be? lol idk honestly maybe wyatt, he’s got the most meat 1719. Anorexia and obesity are two life threatening eating related disorders. Why is it that when it is discovered that someone is an anorexic they are rushed to the hospital, but when someone is obese they are not rushed to the hospital? that’s a good question 1720. Who is your favorite smurf? never watched that 1721. Why do you do things that you know are bad for you? i don’t know 1722. How important is testing to education? i feel like people think it’s really important but intelligence (in my opinion) is not based on how well you can take tests.  1723. What food group do you eat the most of (bread and pasta, meats and eggs and fish, fruits and vegetables, milk and cheese, sugar and butter)? probably meat 1724. Who is the most adorable person you know? some girl i know has a little baby and she’s really chunky and cute 1725. If you had to spend a half hour locked in a dark closet with someone from school or work that you don’t normally hang out with who would you want it to be? uhhh... i don’t know? maybe one of the theater people because they’re all funny and wouldn’t make me feel awkward about the situation lol 1726. How often do you masturbate in a week? recently at least once or twice a week 1727. In the USA people work a full third of the year for the government, due to taxes. How do you feel about this? it sucks 1728. Should people be allowed to use cell phones in their cars? absolutely not.  some people can’t even drive without their phones as a distraction 1729. Have you ever been in the room while a human baby was born? nope. 1730. Have you ever been in the room while an animal baby was born? no. 1731. Did you see the video The Miracle of Life in school? no. 1732. How do you feel about having a baby? don’t want any children 1733. Have you ever had a tooth pulled? no 1734. Who are you waiting for an email/call/note/visit from? my boyfriend. 1735. What are you counting the days until? until i can move out and have my own place with jack 1736. What is the greatest temptation for you? my boyfriend? lol idk 1737. How do you resist it? i don’t

1738. Who is your knight in shining armor? jack ig lol. 1739. If you were walking and someone behind you yelled “HEY YOU!” would you turn around? probably 1740. Do loud noises make you tense? sometimes 1741. Has anyone ever told you that your epidermis was showing? not in those terms lol 1742. Would you rather work or stay home with the baby? work bc i wont have a baby anyways 1743. Would you rather have people agree with you all the time or tell you the honest truth? tell me the honest truth. 1744. Will you/have you gone to your high school reunion? i probably wont bc i wont even be living in the same state hopefully 1745. What do you think of your yearbook picture? it’s ok i guess 1746. Are you more of a hunter or a gatherer? gatherer. 1747. If you ever were to visit Hershey Park, the theme park based on the chocolate candy, would you enjoy going to the spa where you can be treated to a whipped cocoa bath, a milk and honey bath, or simply a chocolate fondue skin wrap? none 1748. If someone asks you to read a poem they wrote, will you really take your time to try and understand what they wrote and tell them what you think or just read it quickly and tell them that its really good? i’m not too good at interpreting poetry, but i’ll try my best 1749. Do you feel that if a coincidence occurs it means something? maybe 1750. Were you beautiful as a child? not really lol 1751. Do you think that it is okay for a homosexual or a woman to become a priest? yeah???? i don’t think it matters either way 1752. Which would you rather give up forever, religion or sex? religion. 1753. What comes to mind when you think of these places: Canada? maple syrup UK? british people USA? bald eagle Australia? kangaroos and giant crabs Germany? hot german women Italy? spaghetti 1754. What does your favorite bumper sticker say? i don’t have any 1755. Have you ever taken a shower with another person? yes. 1756. What bath toys do you have, if any? none lol 1757. Would you rather propose to someone you love or would you rather be proposed to by someone you love? i’d rather be proposed to bc i feel like i’d make it awkward or i’d do it wrong 1758. How can you reject someone nicely? idk 1759. What kinds of diary names make you interested enough to check out the diary? - 1760. What do you think are three common passwords people use to secure their diaries? birthdays, names, or a bunch of random numbers 1761. Pick an object in the room. Give that object a name. lamp - lampy 1762. What is the quickest way to make you blush? compliment me 1763. Do you usually feel that you deserve it when other people compliment you? yeah, ig 1764. If you were to start your own business what kind of business do you think it might be? video games idk 1765. What is one of your pet peeves? bad drivers 1766. What question do you get asked too frequently? do you still talk to the last person you kissed? 1767. You notice a ring is priced $40.00, but the cashier only charges you $10.00. Do you mention this to the cashier? probably not 1768. Could a kiss on the ___ be considered cheating? Cheek? Lips? Nose? Hand? Ear? Neck? if it’s not a family member, then yes.  if my significant other kisses another person ANYWHERE and i find out about it, unless it’s the hand, maybe, i’m not going to be too happy about it and i would expect the same response from him if i did that 1769. Would it bother you if your lover occasionally flirted with others? yeah 1770. How long has it been since you last played truth or dare? it’s been a while 1771. Should people who are living now be obligated to do things that will make the world better for people who will live 100 years from now? not obligated, no 1772. Imagine you have a dream in which someone you care for acts mean to you. Is it possible you will still be angry with this person when you wake up? it’s happened before but no i shouldn’t be bc it’s in my own head not something they actually did 1773. Have you ever left someone a note with a picture in it? If yes, how do you do it? idk 1774. What do you fear more, death or pain? death 1775. Are the questions still interesting this far into the survey? somewhat. 1776. Do you like the cartoon Inspector Gadget? its ok 1777. You know how Gadget wears the same outfit all the time, and his closet is full of outfits that are exactly identical to the one he wears? If your closet was full of just one outfit that you had to wear everyday what would it be like? idk i dont think i could wear just one thing all the time 1778. Would you rather time travel to the future or the past? future. 1779. Would you rather know how the world began or how it will end? how it will end.   1780. Would you rather meet your ancient ancestors or your great great great great great great grandchildren? ancient ancestors bc i know i wont have grandchildren of any kind 1781. Out of these 4 which is most important (1=most, 2= second most, 3 = 3rd most, 4 = least)? Curing diseases such as aids, cancer: 4 Preserving wildlife areas: 1 Ending terrorism: 3 Building colonies in space: 2 1782. In your opinion should every child be entitled to a good education? yeah 1783. What news item are you tired of hearing about? fucking politics. 1784. Speaking of 9/11 the anniversary is coming up. What will you be doing? it’s already passed. 1785. If this were a recipe for you, how would it go? 2 cups: 1 cup: ½ cup: A pinch of: A dash of: Mix well and bake until: Add: Serve: idk man 1786. Which of the following would YOU be more likely to survive: A fall from a 3 story building Driving a car into the water neither lol, i can’t swim very well and i know i wouldn’t survive that fall 1787. What philosophy was manifested in the communist manifesto? idk. 1788. Who is your exact opposite? jack is pretty different from me 1789. Would you rather have serenity or insanity? serenity. 1790. What do these phrases mean? Moulin Rogue: Le voyage sur le bateau: Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir: i have no idea 1791. What is the longest distance you have ever walked? oh i have no idea man 1792. The ancient Greek philosopher Plato believes that beauty truth and justice all basically mean the same thing. What are your feelings about this? ehhhh 1793. How did you first begin to assert yourself as independent from your parents? no more asking their permission for things, having my own car, and eventually moving out 1794. If you had a magic bracelet, would you use it to gain luck, money, health, creativity or love? money. 1795. What would you do if every time you used your magic bracelet something bad would happen to someone else? i wouldn’t use it probably 1796. This is a story about a girl. While at the funeral of her own mother, she met a guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing, so much her dream guy she believed him to be that she fell in love with him then and there, although she didn’t even see him after the funeral ended. A few days later, the girl killed her own sister. What is her motive for killing her sister? she's crazy???? 1797. Have you ever intentionally hurt someone’s feelings? i dont think so 1798. What do you think of Franz Ferdinand? don’t know much about him. 1799. What do you think of the band Modest Mouse? never heard of them 1800. What do you think of Morrissey? ^

#bored #survey #questions #quiz

[prettiestsupersoldier]

James

AN: I have no earthly idea where the hell this is going.

“Y/N you have to be my girlfriend this weekend!” Steve screams as he spots you seated in front of the library with a book in hand. You roll your eyes before closing the book. “Aren’t you already in a real relationship?”

“Yes but we aren’t in the ‘bring them home to meet the family’ stage yet and i’m honestly not sure we ever will be.”

“And why would I be doing this?”

“Because I’m your best friend and you love me and you don’t want to see a 24 year old 6’ foot tall man on his knees crying.” You did kind of wanna see a 6’ foot tall man on his knees crying that sounded amazing.

“What if I had plans?” The only plans you had for the weekend were to catch up on Netflix shows and stuff your face with as many pancakes as humanly possible, but that’s not the point and he didn’t need to know that.

“I’d say ‘But Y/N it’s a party and you can dress all fancy like I know you like plus it’s all on my parents dime and then, you’d pretend to think it over like you actually really do have plans that didn’t include way too much fast food, you’d agree, we’d hug and you’d go home and pack your bags already.” You give him the nastiest glare you can muster.

“Fine. I’ll go but only and I repeat only because I could use a break.”

“Y/N thank you… NOW GO PACK!”

“Yes pumpkin.” You wink at Steve from over your shoulder.

“Oh no. No pet names. Absolutely not.”

“But sugar muffin how will everyone know I’m yours if we don’t?” You reach forward to embrace him in a hug but he dodges quickly.

“I will cut you.” He says it with blankest expression you’d ever seen and you seriously considers asking Sam if he had done something like that before.

You leave Steve to go and pack your bag for 2 days. You stuff it full of as many things as possible since and you aren’t taking an airplane there’s no boundaries when it comes to packing. So you take advantage of this and bring your laptop and 2 of your game consoles which Steve complained profusely about (‘Two entire consoles really?’ ‘what if I need to play Mortal Kombat and Zelda Steve?’) and way too many clothes for only 2 days.

“So what’s our story? How’d we meet how long have we been dating?” You’re on the road up to Steve’s parents. You have about 2 more hours before you make it there so you decide it’s time to make a plan.

“We meet in our human studies class. I asked you to be my study partner and you fell madly in love with me because of my strikingly good looks and rippling abs. We’ve been together for a few months.”

“I hate us already we sound like a walking cliche. And why couldn’t you fall madly in love with me?! My sparkling eyes and wonderful personality,not to mention my beautiful face?”

“It doesn’t matter who feel madly in love but if you think of something better i’ll roll with it.” You stay quiet for a long while. “Exactly.” Steve says as he cruises you guys down the highway.

The rest of the car ride is spent talking about Steve’s actually girlfriend and how he isn’t sure if she’ll last or not.

“I mean I get it right people can prefer whatever the hell they want but like don’t be a cunt about it.”

“Steve,” you gasp as you clutch your hands to your chest, “you said a bad word!” 

“Cunts are cunts and need to be called out on their cuntiness. Enough about that what happened with you and that guy John?”

“James.” You sigh heavily. Beautiful freaking James.

“I told him I liked him he looked at me laughed and walked away.” You say it so matter of factually Steve almost slams on the break.

“What exactly do you mean he laughed? I’m gonna need more information.”

“He invented me out to a party a few towns away,” You can’t look at him you know he has a frown on his face and frustration in his eyes. So you turn and look out the window before you keep talking.

“And you went?!” Steve’s eyes go wide as he stares forward at the road.

“Yes, I had friends going I wasn’t alone mama bear. So we were really hitting it off, I thought at least, we went to sit on the balcony and I told him I was enjoying our time together and that I couldn’t wait for our next date. He looked at me and laughed. mumbled some nonsense and walked away. I was hurt, obviously, I grabbed my stuff and left. That is it.”

“What a dick. Well your fake boyfriend promises to hook up when we get back.”

The car fell into a comfortable silence after that. Both of in your own little worlds. Steve lost in the dullness of driving. You lost in thought about James and meeting Steve’s family.

“Steve, are you texting and driving? You’re just being so rebellious today.” You quip as the car cruises down the highway.

“It was only two texts and they were from my best friend. He’s having a major love life crisis and as best friend it is my sworn duty to help.”

“Your rebellious phase is over.”

When you finally arrive, you get out the car for a much needed stretch struggling with all of your bags as you coo over a the neighbors dog in the middle of the street. The door flies open the second Steve walks up to the porch. “Hello!“ a beautiful older woman yells as she rushes out of the door and over to Steve.

“How was the driver over?” She asks as a man that looks almost identical to Steve comes out to help with the bags.

“It was nice and quiet ma’.” He says finally pulling the last bag out of the car. You stand just out of the way of the small family reunion looking on at the exchange of hugs and kisses. But that is cut short when you’re pulled into a hug by Steve’s mom.

“It’s so lovely to finally meet you.” She was so tiny but she was squeezing you so tightly.

“It’s wonderful to meet you as well Mrs.Rogers.” 

“Ma’ please don’t embarrass me.” Steve said as he stood to one side of you watching as his ma’ squeezed the life out of you.

“Nonsense honey, I could never embarrass my big handsome man.” She had finally let go and you’d taken a huge breath of air.

“Ma! it’s like sometimes you don’t even hear the words coming out of your mouth.” 

“Watch your tongue Stevie. Oh you both should be hurrying inside to get cleaned up for dinner we gave a guest.” She said as she started to head inside the house.

“A guest?” Just meeting his parents was stressful enough and you two weren’t even dating.

“It’s probably just Bucky nobody special.” His dad said as he walked past the two of you.

“Bucky?” You asked more to Steve then to his parents.

“Stevie’s best friend.” His dad yells from the door way.

“The one that I was texting earlier.” Steve replies as he watches his dad disappear inside

“Oh love life guy.” You picked up as soon as his words started to die down.

“Is he cute?” You whisper to Steve when mom makes her way inside. Steve whips his head around at you think he might break his neck.

‘“What? Clearly I don’t know how to pick guys.” You say making your way inside the house as well.

When you and Steve had finally gotten showered and dressed for dinner, him insisting that you didn’t need to wear a dress and heels “But you promised Stevie!” “Stop calling me that! and i’ll settle for nice blouse and jeans!”, you were finally sitting at the dinner table with a plate full of homemade food. It looked delicious, you hadn’t had a good home cooked meal since you last visited your own home well over a year ago.

“We’re just waiting on our special guest and then we can dig in.” Mrs. Rogers announced

“I forgot the drinks, y/n can you help me?”

“Absolutely.” you stand up from your seat and give Steve a peck on the cheek for show and you can tell the instant you do it he hates it. You grab 5 glasses as his mom grabs the whine for the night. As you and his mom are making your way back in you here a shout assuming Bucky has arrived you make your way back.

Buck: I fucked up. Bad

Steve: How bad is bad?

Steve: Tell me when I get there I’m driving.

Buck: Really bad like I’ve ruined any and all chances I’ve had with this girl. You gotta help me out.

He doesn’t knock on the door he doesn’t need to this is his home away from home practically a son to the rogers himself. When he opens the door the living is bare and all he can do is look around at the familiar room. Remembering all the times he and Steve had played ball in the living room no matter how many times that had gotten yelled at by Mrs.Rogers.

“Buck.” Steve pulls him from his nostalgic thoughts holding his arms out wide.

“Steve.” Bucky can’t help but drag his longtime friend into a hug.

“Buck It’s been too long buddy.” It had been way too long and Bucky knows its neither of their faults but it still sucks.

“So tell me about this girl buck. I need all the details.”

“There are no details really I just got nervous and, shes perfect ya know? I just couldn’t believe she’d want to date me so I laughed and then…”

“I bet ma’ will have some good advice for you.” They’re making their back into the dining room the same time as you and Mrs. Rogers.

“Bucky its so nice to have you back.” Steves mom is smiling at him and all of his worries damn near melt away. He loved her like he loved his own mom.She was always there for him when he had troubles girl, school, work or anything in between. Then he takes notice of you and he can’t breath, can’t think straight. This has to be some kind of sick dream you aren’t here, you can’t be. But you are and god it hurts.

“Bucky this is, y/n Steve’s girlfriend.” Bucky? who the shit is Bucky? Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion and he stares at you with an open mouth. He tries to get his mouth to form words to say something. anything to you but he can’t he can only stutter out one reply.

“S-steve’s girlfriend?” He looks between you and Steve for any sign of falsehood but Steve isn’t paying attention and you wont look back at him.

“Y/n, This is Bucky, Steve’s best friend.” Steves dad says as he ushers the room to sit down so he can eat his dinner before it gets cold.

“Its nice to meet you Bucky.” You emphasize the name Bucky that you’d never heard him say before and watch as his face falls as he takes the seat closest to Mr.Rogers.

There is a million and seven things that go through your head when you see his face and you are sure he see’s every emotion that passes over yours. You can tell he wants to say something but your heart hurts too much to care about his dilemma at the moment.

You take your seat next to Steve again watching James/Bucky from the corner of your eyes and he is openly staring at.

You’re thankful Steve told you not to wear the dress you had planned on because then you wouldn’t have had your phone on you. You slide it out of your pocket under the table and hope its still on vibrate. You take one finale look up from your lap and over to Bucky who’s staring right at you with a look you can’t quiet put a finger on. You look away from his gaze and back at your lap and send a single text to Steve.

Y/N: That’s James.

#leeah writes #leeah is also hella tired and shit #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #marvel x reader #marvel x you

[apirateandaprincess]

So im gonna give scene analysis a go because i havent loved an episode this much all season.

So here it goes.

Killian quite literally running down hill. Such a good representation of his arc. We got so much angst and this episode is going to be the come down to all of it. The settling. 

And just like his past created the the beginning of the climb to this story/arc, it’s interesting that in the scene where he is going downhill it is literally because he’s being chased by what could be seen as symbols of his past. Who he was in the past. (Referring to the lost boys).

Lol I love the whole buried Rum line. Very Captain Jack Sparrow-esque

I got someone waiting for me at home. The show IS NOT ACCIDENTALLY THROWING OUT THIS TERM A LOT. It’s done with absolute intention. 

I don’t know if we will ever get real backstory on Killian and Tiger Lily but his little smirk he has upon saying her name and the era of confidence has me thinking it isn’t anywhere near as bad as everyone speculated.

Ah and there’s Captain Floor again. I gotta say they really do love messing with this man’s neck.

Nice reference to the fact that Hook is family.

I also dig Charming saying that this is REGINA’S curse. He didn’t differentiate in this moment.

Ugh the Snowing theme song always chokes me up. I love that there Love is enough to snap her out of this. Always a sucker for TL moments.

IT still makes me so giddy that these are real life husband and wife being all romantic on my screen.

Okay BF is stunning. Like damn.

I laugh at the idea that had Charming not said Emma’s name Rumple could still be living mindlessly in the 21st century Storybrooke Regina made. 

Ahh Charms saying “I know Hook is out there doing the same for you,” is so important because she needed to hear it and I think Charms knew that. You can see the instant relief in her face as she embraces him. I think it both calmed her and it also solidified that he wasn’t as mad anymore as maybe she was worried he was.

“Skull Rock” nice throw back to the animated version!

Killian’s anger and desperate need at having to get back to Emma, the woman he loves, will always get me in the feels.

I love that fate comes into play when it means creating the chance to save someone you love. There is so many great moments around this idea, this episode. We have Snowing later sacrificing themselves so Emma can get Killian. Which by fates hands will connect her with the weapon she needs to stop the BF. We also see this same fate come into play when Killian ends up in Neverland with the woman (tiger lily) who has the needed weapon. It’s all connected my friends. 

20:1, “well I feel sorry for those lads, they don’t stand a chance.” Ah that pirate swag. 

I love that the FB all share some significance to season 1. I mean the scene where Regina sends Archie and Pongo to the mines is very reminiscent of season 1. It makes you wonder how much of these moments influenced those moments.

The field of flowers. Hmm well if Regina’s curse and season 1 evilness = 1 found pink flower. And now we’re seeing hundreds. She must really be a big big bad huh?

“NO mother should have to watch their child die,” hmm me thinks someone with a mom on the show might experience just that. SPOILER: my thoughts are Emma but I think she’ll be brought back. 

Killian Jones the host of all current hope speeches.

And there he goes again, risking himself to ensure his TL get’s what she needs to live. 

A single flower. A symbol that there is always hope. There is always something there that will get you through.

Okay so the scene with Snowing and young emma is really heart breaking. To me it’s not just a conversation of right vs. wrong. But a moment of just decision making. A hard one. And that’s why it was so important to have both sides of it. One side represented by Charms the other by Snow. It was the same conversation the audience would be having. So it fit well. But this scene was also meant to contrast what is coming next. It was also really nice to see that second chances run in romances. Ayyyee. That rhymed. But seriously Snowing and Captain Swan really do parallel the crap out of each other. The second good byes, the second reunions. Sometimes things happen more than once before they stick. 

And his fricken shadow caressed her face and im dead on the floor. I love that it kind of parallels the scene where Charms touched Snows hand and it was enough to just catapult a shift in emotion. 

And here we have the scene the FB’s were built for. One of them at least. Snow giving Emma the potion to bring back her love. TO have that happiness. To not have to wait. To do something for herself. EVERYTHING in contrast to what was done when they saw her through that door earlier, comes down to this moment. Snow is making the other choice. And it will pay off.

My understanding of that potion by the way, is that the one seeking their true love has to use it. So Im under the impression that everyone who will be mad at Emma for using it cant really be mad anyways? Because Snow has already passed out before she has a chance to use it. 

Also can we talk about how Snow knows that to win this battle. To fight this big fight, Killian has to be there. He’s part of what matters most to her and without that she wont be at her strongest. In a way Snow is once again doing what’s right by the people. She’s not only giving her daughter a chance but by letting her get Killian back and allowing her to have that person by her side for that fight, she is also potentially saving the town. 

Everything was just so perfect in that second that he saw her face. He was both scared and surprised and relieved at the same time that he saw her. And then not a second later he is warning Tiger Lily to run and again thinking about those other than himself. Here comes the full circle arc guys. I can feel it. 

Tiger Lily’s little happy smirk makes me happy. 

ALSO can we talk about how the last time they were in Neverland together everything was different. He felt like an orphan and had no family. Emma felt like an orphan. She was running away from him. He was declaring that he would one day win her heart because she’d WANT HIM. And now we have them both, with their families and each other, no where near alone and he has won her heart and she is running towards him and not only does she WANT HIM SHE AGREES TO SPEND ETERNITY WITH HIM BECAUSE SHE NEEDS HIM. THEY NEED EACH OTHER!! *loud screaching*

.2 seconds. Count with me. .2 seconds until Killian apologizes and gets right back to where he left off. This is so vital. So important. He’s tired of waiting. He wants to be different and he knows he is. He doesn’t want to waste time thinking about himself. He wants to get that truth of his and that apology out there because that’s what he’s been dying to say to her this entire time. Redemption arc! Redemption arc! You can even see Emma in my mind, taken a bit by surprise. He’s hurting and he doesn’t care. He needs to talk to her and clear the air. This is a clear showcasing of what he’s learned and what he finds important and Emma sees that.

He also owns up to the fact that he considered running away. He owns it. He didn’t have to but he did.

 The change off is so so good here. Emma’s line of “lets go get you cleaned off” showing where her concern in this moment lies. On his wellbeing. On his feeling whole. And his reluctance because he needs her to know that he loves her. That he wants to marry her. That she will never ever ever be alone and need to worry about him leaving ever again because he will always be with her by her side. (His concerns lying on her wellbeing, and her feeling whole).

Second proposal. SECOND FRICKING PROPOSAL. AND IM UGLY CRYING. DEAD AND ALIVE AT THE SAME TIME. My god. The single tear. The fact that they both had a chance to now ask each other. 

They’re both so vulnerable and delicate and AWARE of the stakes of life here. And it just guts me in the best kind of way. 

MARK MY MAN. THAT MUSIC THOOOOOOOOO AH.

And again .2 seconds later he wants to know where her parents are because homeboy is not playing. He’s not messing things up this time. He knows who is important to him and how keeping them means being honest with them and he needs to talk to his bro before anything else. And make sure that the full truth is out there and that he is 100 percent the man he needs and wants and knows he can be and REDEMPTION ARC! REDEMPTION ARC!

Ah holding hands while walking to Emma’s parents. 

.2 seconds my friends. This is what i’m talking about the closing of a redemption arc. He is wasting no time owning up to everything, making amends for everything. Not only is Killian a vital part in breaking the curse. But he is the first step in making it happen. He is using his ACTIONS in CURRENT TIME to make amends for his ACTIONS of the PAST. All this is on purpose and it’s what makes this such a good redemption arc. I mean seriously who does a redemption arc better than Killian mother f’n Jones. 

I loved Killian and Emma’s little smile at Leroy. Especially sense they have a spotted past with him haha.

Idk why that little look on Emma and Killian’s face gets me. The one right after Granny takes a sip. It’s like Emma is seeing what he waiting until she was 28 to find her parents really did. It brought these people together. It made this group. These friendships. It was worth something. And Killian is just looking like he is desperately waiting for his bro to resurface. He needs the chance to Look David in the face and own what he did and make sure he knows that he is sorry. 

^^ Point: Colin and Jen are fantastic fricken actors. I will follow their careers until i’m probs dead.

I love the whole Season 1 feeling of Snow waking up, only now they are next to each other. Im a sucka for some parallels. 

And here’s another contrast point to the FB. This moment. Where they wake up and see what everyone has done for them is to show Snowing and the audience that when you help others they will return the favor. It won’t go unnoticed. 

Emma and Killian look so regal laying there haha.

Also David rushing to his daughter has my eyes rushing with tears ya feel.

Anyone else get a little father daughter feeling when Emma woke up at Charms touch. I could imagine him waking her up for school in the morning as a little girl when I watched this.

And CHARMS HAND REACHES TO HELP KILLIAN UP AND IM DEAD. IM ABSOLUTELY DEAD. Like the symbolism. Killian is still down because Charming needs to know how he feels. How he’s sorry. And now Charming is lifting him up and they are eye to eye and here it comes. The man who he inadvertently hurt is the man helping him to his feet. Coming to his hand and his rescue. And Killian is given the chance to finally say what needs to be said and HE TAKES IT. OF COURSE HE DOES. 

Can I also holla at the parallel shot (like literally parallel) of Emma and Snow looking at each other right next to Killian and David looking at each other. The newly engaged and the parents. In an actual parallel. I mean can you scream symbolism because I can “SYMBOLISMMM!”

Can I also point out that Killian is still scared. It’s not going to hinder him from being the good man we know he is. But he is scared. He tells David that he guesses “Emma didn’t tell [him his] secret.” And this line doesn’t have anything to do with Emma it has to do with Killian thinking there is no way Charms would help him to his feet and ensure his safety if he knew. Because how could he be forgiven so fast. How could something he was so ashamed of and so terrified of acknowledging and scared of knowing yet alone saying be forgiven. This is the bow on the top of a very important package. 

I love everything about this scene. Charming saying that Hook is a changed man. Ensuring not only him but the audience. Charming had a lesson this episode about the past. He knows that once was is far away from what now is. And the way he looks at Emma as he says Hook has changed. Ensuring his daughter that all is well. That he is still supporting their marriage and love and happiness and Emma’s knowing look. That look that says “these are my parents and I love them. I love who they are.” Is the best. And i’m in tears again.

“No matter what she does you will not face her alone.” This is so important. Because let’s be honest. Of course Emma is scared of the battle. But what has always scared her more than some big bad has been who will be there by her side when this darkness comes (Whether its the darkness of being an orphan or a literal dark one). Emma has her family. She has come full circle too. She isn’t alone and never will be again. 

AH Gideon kept a flower alive. You go my dude.

Can we also talk about the contrast in family dynamics. Rumples whole family is a mixture of people chosing to love each other and being forced to obey each other in some weird representation of false love. Meanwhile the charms-mills-swan-jones/town is having one big huge family moment. In which people are actively choosing, with their hearts, to be a part of this family that was built out of love and respect and forgiveness and sacrifice. They contrasts are on purpose. And it’s glorious.

Honestly this episode was so good. This is long because I had many feelings. Sorry not sorry. haha. 

Im ded.

#captain swan #snowing #ouat #ouat spoilers

[angelfacehobi]

JIN X READER 

Short Story request from: @beth-is-trash Prompt: Stargazing Song Recommendation: Nurtureworld by Kingdom 

For as long as you’d known Jin, he was never one to half ass anything. This knowledge meant you weren't at all surprised when he got home from tour and immediately whisked you away for surprise ‘us time’ without telling you the ‘where’ or the ‘why’. Despite knowing he would never give in, not matter how much aegyo you tried, the car journey was spent with multiple questions of “where are we going?” and “please, Oppa?”’s met with hearty laughter and head shakes but no solid answers from your ridiculous boyfriend. It didn't take long for you to notice that the further away from Seoul you drove, the quieter Jin got, the more he fidgeted and the more often his breath seemed to hitch as he was deep in thought. You reached over and gently stroked his jaw, getting his attention, before taking his free hand. “Is something upsetting you, Jin? He blinked, shaking his head briefly before turning to you and smiling wide. “Don’t worry Y/N, I’m very happy, now youre back with me” he squeezed your hand and your face lit up Satisfied with his answer you brought his hand to your lips and places a soft kiss on his knuckles - sighing in deep content.

It was 4:30pm when you pulled up next to the entrance to the wood and Jin had brightened up considerably in that time, dragging you along the dirt path - seemingly forgetting that your shorter legs couldn't possibly keep pace with his at the speed he was going. “Jin!” you laughed, “Will you slow down? Where are we going?” Jin immediately dropped to your pace, smiling, and pointed just ahead of you to... what looked like the dirtiest public toilet you’d ever seen... Your face dropped... but you knew Jin well enough to see what was happening. “I’m going to go ahead and assume this is a brief stop in a much cleaner... much more romantic... date?”  “Of course jagi! You just need to change into this-” The exercise bag he’d been carrying was gently strapped over your shoulder and Jin rested his hand on the small of your back, ushering you towards the toilet of hell... “-and then we can get to the good part, I promise! he called after you.

You rolled your eyes and smiled, trying to focus on what Jin could possibly have planed... rather than on the smell of the cramped toilet. Unzipping the bag you saw a towel and something else you recognised, your black bikini? Your brows furrowed in confusion because firstly... when would he have had time to get this without you noticing? And secondly... how did he know where you kept it? Smirking, you stored these questions away for later for the chance to see Jin blush again.

Coming out of the grossest toilet you’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting, you see Jin standing outside in his swimming shorts and immediately you feel warmer. There was just something about his broad shoulders and bare chest that always made your heart beat a little faster. Swallowing and taking a deep breath you try to squash your less-than-decent thoughts. “Okay, I’m ready! Where are we going now, Oppa?” You could see Jins cheeks warm up with a pink tinge, which always happened when you used that nickname. You looked at him questioningly but with a knowing look in your eyes. “Hmm?” you prompted and he cleared his throat. “This way, jagiya”Jin winked, walking past you but taking your hand as he went.

Looks like he was going to give as good as he got today...

“Wow...” you breathed. It was unmistakable... you had arrived. In front of you, was the most indescribable scene...  On the grass, surrounded by candles perched on logs and tree stumps was a beautiful picnic blanket... looking out towards a huge but peacefully still and captivating blue lake. Before you could say anything else, you felt two strong arms twist around you from behind. Jin pressed a soft kiss on your hair before resting his head on top of yours. “I wanted to make our reunion special... unforgettable” he spoke softly... almost timidly? Unable to even speak, you lent back into him and smiled softly.

Looking back now, you’re not sure how long the two of you stayed like that - staring at the scene in front of you just content being close to one another. It was Jin who eventually tore himself away from you, placing another kiss on your hair.  He spoke simply, “Lets go for a swim... before the sun goes down and the water gets cold, jagi”. You followed him, wordlessly, until you were waist deep before grabbing his arm and stopping him from going further. “Oppa...” your voice was so quiet, you felt as if you spoke any louder - in that moment - you’d cry. Shaking your head, you tried to continue “This.. is all so unbelievable... how did you do this?”  Jin smiled and reached his hands up, cradling your face between his hands. “I had some help... you can thank Hoseok and Namjoon for getting here early to set up for me... I meant it when I said I wanted our reunion to be special...I...I love you, jagiya” That was it. Your feelings for the man in front of you were bubbling up inside you and you couldn't hold them in anymore. Tears dropped down your face slowly and your voice cracked slightly “Jin... you have no idea. This means so much to me. I love you too. More then anything”. Shaking his head and smiling, his thumbs quickly swiped away your tears. Jin lent down to eye level with you, staring into your eyes until he was sure the floodgates had closed. “I’d do anything to see you smile, Y/N”. And then, before you knew it, Jins lips gently pressed against your own.  You had kissed him before.. but never had it been like this. So sweet, tender... loving. 

It was the type of kiss you never want to end... so you were somewhat annoyed when Jin pulled away. Seeing your half resentful, half playful pout Jin laughed and rolled his eyes. “Come on, I don’t want my jagiya catching a cold...” 

After drying off you found yourself sitting on the picnic blanket, wrapped in Jins way-too-big-for-you jumper, opposite him, legs intertwined. Feeding him another strawberry you breathed in deeply, but softly. This is what you cherished the most with Jin. The small moments you had together, with no one around you... not saying anything. Just simply... being.

You felt Jins thumb rubbing circles into the palm of your hand and looked up at him. Smiling, Jin stood up, placing a kiss on your forehead as he moved around you. “Stay here, jagi. Close your eyes and Don’t. Move.”  Doing as he says you covered your eyes with your hands but listened carefully to the rustling around behind you... hearing it suddenly stop before hearing steps towards you.

“Y/N...” You open your eyes and see Jin sitting back in front of you again... but a lot closer and... holding an engagement ring in between his fingers. “Y/N... I have had the pleasure of spending 2 years getting to know you, getting to hold you and knowing you’ll always be here waiting for me... no matter what. I’m asking you to give me that, always. There wont come a single day when I don’t want you here, next to me, in my arms. Please, jagiya, will you marry me” Jins eyes were closed, as if he were scared you’d say no. This man was your whole life. He was the man you’re in love with. Your best friend. Your soulmate. As if you could ever say no?

“Lets come back here every year jagiya” Jin sighed, lying next to you - staring up at the sky. You hummed in agreement, squeezing his hand softly. Looking up at the stars together, you tried to imagine what life was going to be like... and all you could do was smile.  Life... would be perfect.

I HOPE this was okay!  Its my first BTS short story ~All my love~

#bts #jinxreader #engagement #love #fanfiction #jin #prince jin #seokjin #bts fanfction #hoseok #taehyung #jimin #yoongi #namjoon #jungkook