#just because u got older dogs whos habits were already broken???

[jackkal]

having to be the one to stop shit like food aggression and nipping in your family's puppy bc they both have only ever had one really (luckily) dog each and dont realize what putting two puppies together will be like

[dovechim]

After a hectic week I can finally sit down and dedicate the next hour or so to continue my story because I really want to get to the part which I'd like to hear your opinion - and everyone else's - about!! ☆ Long Story Anon

So we kept messaging for the following days, both busy with our respective classes; but before I knew it and I can't say I was surprised, he invited me to do something again less than a week later. We're from a considerably small city, there isn't much to do around here, so we had a hard time coming up with an idea. Well, he suggested to pick me up and we'd go back to his house to eat something, to which I agreed. I was with my friend and we were both jumping around from excitement ☆ 1

Needless to say my friends all loved him; they were happy that after such a long time and with such bad luck in love I finally found what seemed to be the last guy on earth who was worth more than two seconds of my life. I knew going to his house implied something more serious than making out could happen, but honestly I didn't mind if it did. In context, he lived with his little brother and parents; where we're from it's common at our age to still live at home since we've not graduated yet ☆2

But he'd mentioned during the first date that his parents were away for an anniversary holiday and his little brother was staying with the oldest one who lived in his own apartment with his fiance; meaning we had the house for ourselves. As planned he picked me up and took me there, had some food delivered and we watched terrible horror films on netflix. He'd cheesily try to put his arm around me on the couch and I'd move closer, ending up snuggled together with my heart about to burst ☆ 3

At one point both brothers and the fiance show up with some food, for some reason and that's when I knew half his family on the second date lol. But they moved upstairs quite quickly after eating and left us alone to watch the movies. Eventually he'd kiss my cheek, not-so-subtly letting me know he wanted to KISS-kiss me, but me being the nervous little shit I am didn't really know what to do. It'd been two whole years since I even attempted to make out with someone!! ☆ 4

So he had to move even closer and he said, which I'll never forget: "you're so shy", which I wasn't surprised about, it's not common for a 22 year old to be that reserved, I guess, but with a little bit of patience that single moment turned into the best first kiss I've ever had. I was so scared he'd be a terrible kisser, like I'd experienced before bc that's just a deal breaker for me and everything else about him was so perfect; but boy...was I wrong. We ended up making out for so long that ☆5

Our lips hurt, and he didn't even try to go too far, already noticing that I wasn't the kind of girl to tear off our clothes and start fucking (not that I didn't wish I were lol), so he just held me tight and took me home eventually. God, the memory of his kisses will never leave my mind. To this day I still get butterflies because it was the kind of kiss that makes you feel like your bodies fit together and makes your toes curl :') ☆ 6

im so soft for you and him already :”)))) it’s so sweet that he wasn't afraid of scaring you off and still went for it!! a lot of guys i know are hesitant about dating an inexperienced girl bc they’re scared they will scare her off, and once my friend asked me how he should chase after a girl who has never dated. i literally got so pissed lmao i just said “just fucking treat her like a fucking normal person!!! what are you intending to do that might scare her off???” 

We had a third date after that, about a week later. We went out to eat and it was the day he started posting instagram stories with me and tbh I was surprised. In our generation it takes more than just a couple of dates for a guy to 'announce' he's not 'single' anymore. You know, like if he had intention of seeing other girls at the same time he wouldn't be parading me around for everyone to see, which only fed my hopes of him being 'the one' even more ☆ 7

omg yes :/ the dating culture is so complicated lmao like ppl can be going out with different people at the same time and there’s a certain time after which you’re considered exclusive... it’s so tiring tbh

Another week passed and out of the blue he was asking me to meet his parents. He was very lowkey about it; he said he missed me, mentioning they'd returned from NY and asking if we could meet again that night, but "my parents would be there too, is that a problem?" lol. So I said no, obviously, even though I was shitting my pants, I'd never met a boy's parents in that context before but he seemed excited. He picked me up and we drove back to his place where they were waiting for me ☆ 8

I decided I didn't want to read too much into it back then, but still couldn't help but notice that the older borther+fiance had dropped plans to go to dinner with us so 'the whole family would be there to meet me'. Did that mean him bringing a girl home wasn't that common? Was I actually that special? As if I didn't notice myself falling fast and hard for me enough, his whole family welcomed me with huge open arms. His little brother, extroverted as they come at the age of 10 did everything ☆9

To include me in the conversations; the older brother would tell embarrassing stories. The parents, both doctors, both dating since college and pretty much the whole family (fiancee included) were some of the most welcoming people I'd ever met. They treated me like a family member from the very beginning and noticing how nervous I was they would try to make the dinner as easy going as they could. The guy in question, let's call him Jed? Would hold my hand under the table to calm me down ☆ 10

Or rub soothing circles over my the fabric of my jeans to distract me when a family member would embarrass him. I fell in love with his family as fast as I fell in love with him and I just couldn't believe I'd found someone so perfect. We'd make out until our lips were sore and he'd drop me off at home always leaving me with a feeling of sadness that I had to say goodbye. He made me so happy that I started to go out more, meeting my friends I was just in such a good mood because of him ☆ 11

no you must have been so nervous!!!!! i mean i get that he was low key but  still... parents are a big deal. i hope his intentions were rly pure and that he was that into you!! but im glad they were nice :”) 

I'd even dare to say he made me a better person in ways only I can understand. He'd text me what he was doing or who he was with every day, all the time, even if I didn't ask -which I never did. Sure, he wasn't perfect; sometimes he'd forget we had plans. I have a feeling he lied to me a couple of times but about nothing really major; sometimes he'd be in a bad mood and be sarcastic and annoying af but honestly nothing too bad. All in all I had absolutely nothing to complain about him☆ 12

It wasn't until around a month and a half into the 'relationship' that we went out for drinks and then back to his place that he tried to have sex with me (he'd waited to bring it up more than any other guy I'd ever met lol). I didn't directly tell him I was a virgin, he kinda guessed, and he was more than okay with it, even saying 'I'll wait as long as you want to'; and damn I didn't really want to wait that long, it was just that the time was never right! ☆ 13

At this point we'd both had dinner with his parents several times already. They told me in that household they'd set the habit of having dinner together every night, and were more than happy to let me into their little tradition. At more casual nights we'd sit down and watch some film on netflix, the parents and little brother always moving upstairs at the end and leaving us both alone to make out some more lol. I was even invited to his dad's birthday dinner at a fancy ass restaurant ☆ 14

this is so cute 😭 im just very ugh whenever a guy kinda hints at sex bc dude u gotta make me WANT it not just ask for it :/ but it sounds like he was super respectful!! and tbh im just very bad with other ppl’s parents, but his sounds rly perfect  😭 do such ppl even exist??? i cant even remember the last time i ate w my family :/ 

So by the third month I already felt part of that family tbh. I'd cooked alongside the mother like lifelong friends, and sat down for coffee after dinner to talk about how fast technology is moving with his dad. His little brother would tell jokes or ask me to teach him some guitar and I think they began to love me as much and as fast as I loved them, honestly. I was even invited to the dog's birthday part lmfao I was just unable to attend but was kindly provided with video memories ☆ 15

Everything was going so perfect, I think we could've lasted so much longer but maybe just the timing wasn't right. I still remember him dearly though, but back then I had my heart broken so bad that I simply wish I'd never met him. What hurt the most was growing so attached to his family and then out of the blue, and without a single chance to say goodbye I never saw any of them again. I should've known life isn't a movie or a book and nothing that starts so well can end just as happily ☆ 16

WHY ARE YOU USING PAST TENSE?????????? NO!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO SHAKEN RIGHT NOW bc this feels like that part in a book where the author’s just leading u towards that horribly devastating ending and that’s exactly what ur doing  😭

The last night I went to his house - btw we never visited MY house because MY family as much as I love them to death aren't as welcoming as his was with me, so until I knew FOR SURE this guy and I were serious, I decided to suggest activities that required not being at my place lol - the whole evening started weirdly. He'd been taking longer than usual to text me, and it was getting too late so I though we just weren't doing anything but he insisted he wanted to see me ☆ 17

And fuck, I wanted to see him to, once or twice a week just wasn't enough anymore and I missed his touch so badly. So I agreed for him to pick me up, even though he kind of strung me along for a few hours. By the time he picked me up I hadn't eaten, not knowing wth we were going to do but he said he'd had dinner before picking me up. Why would he though? He knew we had plans, which usually involved dinner, why not wait for me for eating? Either way, I'd missed him, I wasn't about to fight ☆ 18

We reached his place and his mom was already going upstairs for sleeping along with the little brother; the father was performing a surgery so we were alone at the living room together. He was a little tense and I didn't understand why, he said he was tired because he'd had class up until late and I asked if he just wanted me to leave but he asked me not to; he wanted to see me, he wanted me to stay. We cuddled on the couch and I had to wake him back up several times, growing annoyed ☆ 19

And when the dad got home he quickly got up and pretended to do something in the kitchen. The man had to eat and we had to wait for him to leave to sit back together, the whole situation was awkward af. I was wondering if I should just call a cab and leave, but he insisted not to. At around 2am (it was a friday) while making out he asked if I wanted to go up to his room, to which I said yes. He knew what that meant, so he was excited about it, going upstairs to check if his room was clear ☆ 20

Damn, I hit ask limit again :'( I'll have to leave it here right now but I swear I'll get to the point eventually lol I'm sorry!! also thank you for giving me your patience and space to tell this story, I feel like this way I can tell it without filters about what really happened or how I felt and actually receive honest unbiased opinions

omg i literally cannot believe u ended right there??????? i hate tumblr’s ask limit. im on the edge of my seat right now!!! thank you for taking the time to send me these, im so invested in ur story now its insane!! 

come back whenever you have time bb

[padleckii]

Introductions

Request from anon: “ hi , can you write one , where Dean gets jealous about how close his girlfriend and father are “

A/N: idk if this is how you wanted it to turn out, but this is where my head took it so here u go, i still have no idea how to write jealous dean ! also i just had some good cereal and my hair is blue and life is mediocre !

Word Count: 1841

You and Dean had been dating for eleven months, and you’d been on cloud nine the whole time. He tried to act tough, but he broke that act whenever he was around you. You brought out the calm side of him, and you could tell you were one of the few people he trusted. It was only recently that he’d told you what the ‘family business’ actually was, and the world made more sense to you than it had in a long time. When you’d met, Dean had been on a solo hunt. He’d stayed longer than he should have, but that was because of you. He’d said his dad was going to be beyond pissed but he wanted you to go with him. He thought it was finally time for you to properly meet the family.

It had been a long drive, but it had given you time to learn as much as you could about Dean’s family before you actually met them. “Okay, so John is your dad. Sam is your brother, but you call him… Sammy?” You were sat in Dean’s car, facing him as best you could while he drove and quietly hummed along to the radio. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t call him that if I were you. Unless you want him to not like you from the get-go.” “Alright… and you said I shouldn’t try to make too much conversation with your dad?” Dean glanced over to you for a second, before averting his gaze back to the road. “I wouldn’t, he’s very… he was in the marines, and he’s very to-the-point, I guess.” “Okay. Tell me about Sam again?” You could feel yourself start to sweat – the thought of meeting your boyfriend’s family was intimidating, but you were terrified they were going to hate you.

The rest of the ride was filled with Dean telling you random facts about his brother and father. By the time you arrived at the motel they were staying at, you’d gone into full panic. “Hey… sweetheart, we’re here.” Dean’s hand landed on your thigh, trying to comfort you. “There’s nothing to worry about. They’ll love you.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Nothing to worry about? Dean, you know these people. I haven’t even met them yet. We just drove through, like, three states and they could hate me! They could… I don’t know, ban you from ever seeing me again!” “You need to stop worrying… because you have about ten seconds before Sammy comes out the door to see me.” “Do they even know I’m here?” “They’re about to.”

Before you could say anything else, you heard the motel door open and Dean stepped out of the car. A tall man, that looked to be about your age, stepped outside closely followed by a man that looked like Dean’s dad. You let them both welcome Dean back with a hug. It lasted no longer than two seconds before both men turned their attention to you. Dean quickly made his way to your side of the car and opened your door, motioning for you to get out. “And who’s this, Dean?” The older man spoke. “This is my girlfriend, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is my dad, John.” He held out his hand and you shook it, trying your best to contain yourself. “It’s lovely to meet you, (Y/N).” He smiled and his face seemed warm and inviting. He didn’t seem like the marine type, but you decided to stay on your guard – Dean knew best when it came to his family. “It’s good to finally meet you, sir.” “Please, call me John.” After the brief introduction to John, you made your way over to Sam. “I’m (Y/N).” You held your hand out, but Sam declined. To your surprise, he hugged you. “Please, if you’ve got Dean to date I think we’re passed formalities.”

After introducing yourself, you all made your way back into the room. Sam and Dean sat on one bed, discussing a possible hunt, while you sat on a chair with John sat opposite you. “So (Y/N), how long have you and Dean been together?” He didn’t sound like he was interrogating you, it was more curiosity. His voice was warm, and it gave you piece of mind to know that he didn’t hate you right off the bat. “It’s been about eleven months.” “And is he good to you?” His tone grew more serious, but kept the warm tone. “Of course. Your son’s the best guy I’ve met.” You saw John smile at that.

You and John sat in a comfortable silence while the brothers continued their conversation that had moved on to their high school days. “I like seeing them like this, y’know? Just… being brothers, not worrying about what’s out there.” John nudged your arm with his. “I need to go on a supply run, do you want to join me?” You tore your eyes away from Dean and looked at him. “Sure. Should we tell them or…?” You trailed off, unaware of the routine. “No. Just leave them, let them feel normal for a while.”

While out with John, you discussed the one thing you both had in common: Dean. John spoke about his childhood, and his habits that he’d grown out of, while you spoke about how he was in a domestic setting. It was refreshing to hear this new side of the man you’d spent almost a year with. John also shared some pictures he carried in his wallet. He’d said Dean was about ten in one of them, and he had the biggest smile plastered on his face when talking about his boys. You’d also learnt that John enjoyed dad jokes. As soon as you figured it out, you had both spent the rest of the trip laughing.

You stumbled through the doorway laughing, unable to catch your breath at John’s last joke. It had to be the best one of the trip, and you couldn’t help yourself. When you’d finished laughing, you couldn’t help but catch the glare that Dean was sending your way. “Do you wanna keep it down over there?” There was a tone you’d never heard Dean use before, and you felt it stab your heart. You heard venom in his words, and he’d never directed it at you. “Sorry.” You muttered. John continued to talk to you, and you tried your best to participate in the conversation. Dean kept telling you to keep quiet, or leave if you were going to be so distracting. You couldn’t help but let his words get to you, and after almost an hour of the constant venom you’d had enough. You’d noticed a small park bench not far from the motel while you were out, and that’s where you’d decided you’d be best.

You excused yourself from John’s story, and made your way to the door. “If all you were going to do is beat me down, why the hell did you invite me here?” Your question was directed at Dean, ad your eyes were tearing up. You didn’t wait for an answer as you quickly left the room and found the bench. It looked too small for you, but you sat on it anyway. It wasn’t long before you heard footsteps, and before you could tell them to leave John had sat next to you.

“I know Dean can be an ass – hell, we all can. But I’m sure he has a reason, darling.” He put his arm around you and let you lean on him. It hadn’t even been a day, but you already loved this man. “I just… I don’t understand. He’s never spoken to me like that. He’s never so much as raised his voice around me, and then he does that? I just don’t get it.” He didn’t reply, but he let you find comfort in his embrace. You didn’t know how long it had been, but you knew that within that time you’d silently started to cry. It was only a few tears, but it was enough for you to feel John tense around you. “Stay here. Okay? I’ll be back in a few minutes (Y/N).” He took his arm away and you could feel how cold it really was. You didn’t say anything, but you nodded in reply.

You lost track of time when John left. You started staring at anything that would distract you. You stared at the dog the manager had brought to work, and tried to focus on the way it’s fur fell in different directions. Then you started staring at the young couple that had just pulled in – you wondered if he shouted at her, and then you started to wonder if she would defend herself, or whether she would run away, like you had.

While you were trying to focus on a tree, you heard footsteps again. You assumed it was John, and waited for his arm around you again. Instead, you smelt the distinct Dean smell. “Hey.” You stared at his feet which were kicking at the gravel of the parking lot, his hands in his pockets. His voice was small – you’d never heard him like this, either. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t know what was going through my head.” It sounded like he was ready for you to interrupt him at any minute. “It’s not that easy.” Your voice was small too, and to Dean it sounded like you were broken. “What?” His voice was laced with confusion. “It’s not that easy.” You repeated. “You can’t just speak to me like I’m less than nothing, and then apologise and expect all to be forgiven.” You could feel the tears in your eyes again. “I know, and I’m not expecting that. I just… wanted to explain myself, I guess? It’s just that, for the past eleven months I’ve basically had you all to myself, y’know? There hasn’t been anyone else. But now, you’re not just… I don’t know, my little secret. I told my family, and you just seemed to be so comfortable with my dad I just… I guess I got jealous.” “I’m not gonna run off with your dad, if that’s what your scared about.” You tried to chuckle through your tears. “I know, I just don’t know what I was thinking.” He paused for a minute. “Can I sit?” He pointed to the bench next to you. You moved over, showing he could.

It took a while, but Dean’s arm eventually replaced John’s. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, kissing your forehead. “You ever talk to me like that again and I might run off with John.” You moved your head so you could look into his eyes. “Not funny.” He pulled you into his side again. You couldn’t place what it was, but there was something about Dean that you couldn’t help but love. That man would get away with murder, if it was up to you. He made you mad at the best of times, but you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

[andrewjostenminyard]

Tag Games! :)

rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

I was tagged by @namkookies thank u 

I tag @slutlingar @itskimtaehyung & @miinyoonxi

Your last:

1. drink: oatmeal 

2. phone call: my mum

3. text message: “*twitter link* me in life

4. song you listened to: rookie by red velvet

5. time you cried: I don’t know, January maybe? 

6. dated someone twice: I don’t do the Dating thingy

7. kissed someone and regretted it: I don’t kiss people like no all of us are beautiful, Daniela.

8. been cheated on: That’d mean i date, which i don’t

9. lost someone special: I haven’t lost anyone yet

10. been depressed: This past year was an emotional roller coaster for me 

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Last summer, in August i think?

favorite colors

12. Black

13. Pastel

14. colours

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: irl? No

16. fallen out of love: I would have to have been in love to being with so,, 

17. laughed until you cried: I don’t think so 

18. found out someone was talking about you: Nope

19. met someone who changed you: No

20. found out who your friends are: Already knew

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: i don’t have a fb

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: look at question #21

23. do you have any pets: Yes! A Dog whom i love v much

24. do you want to change your name: I wouldn’t change it because i’ve lived with it for too long already but i truly truly hate my name is so damn ugly but i mean,, at least it fits my face

25. what did you do for your last birthday: Nothing, probably only slept in or something

26. what time did you wake up: 7:30ish

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping

28. name something you can’t wait for: Death. And Harry’s concert next year

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: Four hours ago

31. what are you listening to right now: Don’t recall - K.A.R.D

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: That’s not a common name for Spanish speakers so no

33. something that is getting on your nerves: People in general

34. most visited website: tumblr, youtube, nextflix and ao3

35. hair colour: Dark brown ish

36. long or short hair: short, thinking about leaving it long but i like short hair better

37. do you have a crush on someone: I currently don’t like people that much so no

38. what do you like about yourself: my fingernails look good sometimes

39. piercings: i used to haven a ton now i only have my ears stretched and that’s all

40. blood type: can i really say this on the internet without constantly fearing that someone will steal my organs or something?

41. nickname: People call me Juana or Juani(t) sometimes

42. relationship status: single and not ready to mingle

43. zodiac: capricorn

44. pronouns: she/her

45. favourite tv show: sense8

46. tattoos: i have an arrow in my arm but it was done poorly so it looks like i got it done at prison. And I want a lot of tattoos

47. right or left handed: right

48. surgery: Nope

49. piercing: already told you that

50. sport: no but i would have liked to be a sporty girl

51. vacation: I think i’m going somewhere next week with the fam

52. pair of trainers: yes?

more general

53. eating: yes, i do that quite frequently 

54. drinking: that too seeing as we can’t live without it

55. i’m about to: read something

56. waiting for: Nothing. 

57. want: Nothing.

58. get married: No pls

59. career: This is currently a sensitive topic shh

60. hugs or kisses: none don’t touch me

61. lips or eyes: Eyes

62. shorter or taller: I like people being taller than me or same height 

63. older or younger: none i want to be left alone

64. nice arms or nice stomach: i don’t have either so like,,, 

65. hook up or relationship: currently neither but in the future hook up maybe? 

66. troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker with my fam and friends, hesitant with strangers 

67. kissed a stranger: No i don’t know what they’ve been eating or their cleaning habits

68. drank hard liquor: what do you consider hard liquor? i mean i probably have 

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: I don’t wear those

70. turned someone down: That would mean someone would see something good in me so like obviously i haven’t? 

71. sex on the first date: Skip the date

72. broken someone’s heart: No

73. had your heart broken: Noo

74. been arrested: Not yet 

75. cried when someone died: No

76. fallen for a friend: no

do you believe in …

77. yourself: Of course not

78. miracles: I need like seven right now and i don’t see them happening therefore i don’t believe in them

79. love at first sight: how you’re gonna love someone you haven’t even met! You just got the hots for that person 

80. santa claus: I’ve been on this Earth for 19 years 

81. kiss on the first date: I haven’t had a date

82. angels: No. But they’re cool

other

83. current best friend’s name: I don’t wanna tell you

84. eye colour: Brown

85. favourite movie: The Rise of the Guardians

[thiccandmentallysicc]

Get to know me:

Tagged by talented/total babe @offansandflames ♡

Rules: answer 92 83 statements (i skipped some boring ones srry), tag whomever you please.

THE LAST. 1. Drink: pabst blue ribbon, yes im white trash 2. Phone call: mom 3. Text message: my bestfriend 4. Song you listened to: keaton henson, to your health 5. Time you cried: erm a lil yesterday but like deep convo tears

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice?: a relit ciggarette never tastes the same 7. Kissed someone and regretted it?: Not enough to recall at the moment. 8. Been cheated on?: I haven’t taken many partners, so to my knowledge, no? 9. Lost someone special?: Yes 10: Been depressed: :,) 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: my life from 15-19 tbh, not in the party, neurotypical fashion more along the Wtf Pls exPlain type way or for shits n giggles

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14. Baby pink and blue, black.

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends?:Yes if online counts? Very beautiful and enchanting spirits who i already love 16. Fallen out of love?: never do if its real, cuz im a romantic//also think u always care a little for those you really loved 17. Laughed until you cried?: yesterday actually like rllllly good because my girl dropped her entire jug of wine right before opening it. The universe flicked us off dirty. 18. Found out someone was talking about you?: Yeah, some good, some bad, some wild. Idk. 19. Met someone who changed you?: Yes some beautifully, made me fonder, some not so lovely but thats ok (try to make it ok) 20. Found out who your friends are?: I have fucking one bestfriend who i hold to that certain standard shes my lover/ soul mate and weve been through a fucking ride n shes still my number one. If others let me down i find ways to make it bittersweet. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list?: yus GENERAL 22. How many Facebook friends do you know in real life?: Idk some r family and people from all the schools i went to. I dont care for facebook much. 23. Do you have any pets?: one black, perfect cat with lil rays of auburn going down her back, i named her clementine. Also 4 dumb n rlly cute dogs live with me. I like one a lot, Luna, shes my princess. (Yes i admit favorites idgaf/ she also knows she’s my fav n takes advantage) 24. Do you want to change your name?: mydad originally wanted to name me Xena (after xena princess warrior) whom i developed an intense crush on later. 25. What did you do for you last birthday?: yo lol i dont know i turned 22 i just had drinks and smoked with my bestfriend 26. What time did you wake up?: didnt check, i usually wake up multiple times n go back to sleep If i can 27. What were you doing midnight last night?: either in my gfs car or just getting home 28. Name something you can’t wait for?: my classes to start again, mini roadtrip to Gainesville and maybe being able to see my little cousin soon. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom?: lik e 2 seconds ago. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life?: sjdufjekwns 31. What are you listening to right now?: Keaton Henson 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom?: lol nah not that i remember 33. Something that’s getting on your nerves?: the state of the Union, how 2 get my smol dogs to stop barking, why do ppl have to live w abusers and when will my witch powers allow me to cast them off into The Void, my general discomfort n lack of motivation. To casually name a few ,, 34. Most visited website?: ao3, Tumblr RANDOM SHIT: 35. Mole/s?: lol?? Moles can b cute, i have a few. 36. Mark/s?: plenty, one in particular tho i have on my upper forehead not like harry potter sttle unfortunately, its all hidden near my scalp 37. Childhood dream?: i always wanted to do something that would let me swim with humpback whales in natural habitat ofcourse or track the lives n rituals of wolves and then i was like mayb ill just be aschool counsler, all of which i still kinda wana do. 38. Hair color?: blonde 39. Long or Short hair?: i have medium length hair but i like both 40. Do you have a crush on someone?: I literally always have a crush on someone, idk crushes to me means you make me happy and blushy and if you make me laugh, i crush. 41. What do you like about yourself?: i could say i like how i am when im with someone i love. N that some ppl are able to confide in me, id say my empathy but idk i can be a fuckface too. 42. Piercings?: tongue I got snakebites, industrial, bellybutton, reg ol ear piercings too. 43. Bloodtype?: i dont know o.O 44. Nickname?: cookie monster when i was younger, lali, lion, coocoomanga(my dad) renren, rin, my mom says lil shit endearingly and i got the habit. 45. Relationship status?: basically married 46. Zodiac sign?: Aries 47. Pronouns?: She/they 48. Favorite t.v show?: i binge and am not ashamed, supernatural, classic spongebob, south park, parks n rec, modern fam, a haunting, me and my mom watch ancient aliens 2gether , Steven Universe, Adventure Time, the fucking x files, malcolminthemiddle, etc, my animes as well are all shoved in here in my heart. Naruto/free/haikyuu/oourans host club/ HxH etc 49. Tattos: 5 and one on the way, matching one with my love 50. Right or left hand: Righty most def 51. Surgery?: luckily no 52. Hair dyed in different colors?: I maintain the blonde i had at like six, its naturally dirty brownish? At one point i dyed it platinum tho 53. Sport?: In my anime MORE GENERAL 54. I’m about to?: Finish some arts and crafts for some letters im making (: and then a smol walk 55. Waiting for?: some inspo, 56. Get married?: its not very important to me. But if my partner became passionate about it i would be rite there w em 57. Career?: I’m majoring in psychology/minor in education WHICH IS BETTER? 58. Hugs or kisses?: depends on who but I’m a sap for both 59. Lips or eyes?: Eyes, give me them soulful orbs 60. Shorter or taller?: no preference 61. Older or younger?: You can be a shithead at any age, so no preference. 62. Nice arms or nice stomach?: eh,, not sure to be honest. I love hands and forearms, so i suppose arms? 63. Sensitive or loud?: u gotta be both at least every now and then. Either extreme will be bothersome though 64. Hook up or relationship?: eh past experiences make hook ups generally uncomfortable n left me feeling ace/aceromantic for a good portion of my teen yrs but im not impartial 65. Troublemaker or hesitant: ive calmed down but im not hesitant unless my gut says so HAVE YOU EVER? 66. Kissed a stranger?: yes 67. Drank hard liquor?: yes 68. Lost glasses/contacts?: glasses, yes. 69. Turned someone down?: as a chick in miami ¿¿¿ of fucking course 70. Sex on the first date?: lol yes 71. Broken someone’s heart?: seems dramatic i dont feel like i have sincerely done that, just hurt them. 72. Had your heart broken?: In a way mostly by close friends / family 73. Been arrested?: when i was 15 for dumb shit like trespassing 74. Cried when someone died?: yes 75. Fallen for a friend?: i crush on all my friends because i love alot DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 76. Yourself?: Yes because Rock Lee would want me to 77. Miracles?: i think miracles are a byproduct of a fucking amazing universe. 78. Love at first sight?: i think of it as a magnetic pull n interest not love 79. Santa Clause?: i fucking love christmas, idgaf 80. Kiss on the first date?: yup OTHER 81. Current bestfriend?: @mariekankerr 7 years n countin babe 82. Eyecolor?: blue 83. Favorite Movie?: Lilo and Stitch, Pulp Fiction, The Iron Giant, A Fish Called Wanda, Murder By Death, Knights of the Round Table, mel brooks in general, The Changeling (bt like the oroginal one not w Angelina jolie it came out in like the 90s?) Spirited Away, Clue, Hot Chicks, A Bronx Tale I tag: @shamelesssasukestan @hotmessmuffin @narutoandsasukearecanon and i suck at this so just go for it and tag me so i can lurk on u

[redinkofshame]

FOR U HAVE TO FIX WAT U DID: “Stop asking me to put out the inferno that you lit inside of me.”

Alright, so, some context on this for everyone: last night, as I’m in bed, @tel-abelas-mofo here messages me to ask if I’m going to bed soon. I ignore the fact that I’m already in bed, because I’m having a hard time sleeping anyway, though I do tell her she should be in bed. She says she wants someone to be irresponsible with, though.Well, I’m glad to oblige! I share the story I was just telling myself in my head as I tried to sleep, because I have so many AUs I know I can’t possibly write them all, so who cares about spoilers, right?

Edit: This is a 1950s AU.But, normally, I’m a happy ending girl. This fic? It’s an exception. A painful, painful exception. And it takes me until 3am to freaking tell it, bc mobile, so we’re both just crying in the middle of the gd night when we could have been sleeping and happy instead.. So this prompt is a fix-it fic for the fic that hurt us. The one that doesn’t exist outside my head and only two people know about. A fix-it fic for my own damn unwritten fic.Enjoy. @dadrunkwriting

He clung to her in thedoorway, desperate, pleading. His hands framed her face, an inch in front ofhis own. Her eyes were bright, shining with tears that feel freely in a facelined with exhaustion and grief; he knew he looked just the same. Her handsgripped his wrists, holding on but holding back. He swears he can feel herwedding band digging into him. The matching band is worn by another.

“Please,” he wasbegging her. “There must be something I can say, some promise I can make, tohave you choose me over him. I will do anything for you, ma vhenan, I swear it.”

But she shakes herhead, again and again. Her voice is thick, raspy, broken. “I chose him before Iever met you, my love. You were thechoice I should never have made.”

It is unfair. He neverhad a chance; if he had known her back then…

“Please, don’t do this, if only—” he begins, but she denies himagain.

“I can’t. I’m sorry.In another world—”

“Why not this one?” heinsists.

Her only answer was tokiss him. It is their final kiss, and it is an awful thing, sloppy and shakyand breathless and wet with tears.

“I’ll never forgetyou,” she promises.

He can’t let her go,he won’t, but she pulls his hands slowlyoff of her and darts out the door. He watches, numb, as she pulls her collar upagainst the chill for the walk home, as she sobs into a handkerchief, and soonshe is around the bend, out of sight, out of his life. He imagines he can stillhear the click of her heels over the sound of the rain, the sound of his worldbeing lost, of his heart being ripped away from him.

“Allergies, again, Mr. Solas?”

Wynne’s kind voice broke him out of his memories, and henodded to the librarian working under him.

“It hardly seems to matter what time of year it is,” he liedeasily. He sniffed as he pulled out his handkerchief, and it is only half forshow. He dabbed at his running eyes by rote, and old familiar habit by now.

Everything he does is by rote, it seems. The last severalyears he has lived only out of habit. He goes through the paces, vaguelypursuing ambitions he could recall having when he was a younger man. When hehad heart. Now, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to care where his life ledhim.

“Oh, is that the latest ‘In Another World’?” Wynne asked.

A proud smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, despitehimself. “Yes,” he answered, running a thumb over her name on the cover: JANEA. LAVELLAN

She’d done it, had finally pursued publication on her own.Soon after they’d parted, it seemed. She’d been prolific ever since, publishingtwo or more novels a year, and gaining a very large readership.

He couldn’t help but notice that she published under hermaiden name.

“Did you read the acknowledgments at the end?” Wynne asked.

His brows knit together. “No, I’ve only just finished thefinal chapter.” It was what set off his remembrance. “Why?”

Not that he needed reason to read the notes that Jane leftat the end of her novels—her About the Author section was sacrosanct, holdingshared glimpses of her life, stories of her twins entering high school or her family’sstruggles with their new dog. Teasing hints of what it would be like to stillknow her.

“I haven’t read it yet, I’m still several book behind in theseries” Wynne was explaining, “but I hear it’s quite scandalous in this one.”

Distracted, Solas made some automatic response, a nod, maybea smile. He disappeared into the back room of the library, his office, to readin private.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

As many of you know, Ilike to express my gratitude for those who help me turn my silly ideas intopaper and ink. From my editor at Tethras Publishers, to the research librarianswho spend hours explaining why I’m wrong, to my readers who make it allworthwhile: Thank you. Your dedication makes this happen.

But there is onereader in particular whom I’ve neglected. At least, I dearly hope he is one ofmy readers.

Because, you see,every book I finished has been for him. He is my Muse; every love story I’ve writtenhas been with the hope that someday he might read the words, and he would knowhow I wished our story had ended.

The memory of himfuels me, as though adding logs to an endless bonfire. I write, hoping eachsentence will help to douse the flames, that I might get some rest andreprieve. I am tired, yet I write, breathing the emotions his memory still fansinto me into my characters in turn.

I think that,somewhere out there, he must wish for my happiness. His memory haunts me, tellsme to accept the bed that I have made, to move on.

To his ghost, I say:Stop asking me to put out the inferno that you lit inside me. This is no bed inwhich I lay, but a pyre, and it will surely consume me.

That ours was not ahappy end was my doing. I alone made the choice to break both our hearts.

But oh, my Muse, I waswrong. I allowed my head to make a choice that belonged to my heart.

I know not whetherthis plea will ever reach you, or only ashes. Are you out there? Have youforgiven me?

Most likely I willhear nothing in response to this call. Perhaps you will reply with a kindletter, and a photograph of your happy family. Would I be strong enough to behappy for you, I wonder?

I’ve looked for youand found only cinders, and I cannot bear it a moment more, because if there iseven the smallest flicker of a chance that I would not have to wait for anotherworld to see you again…  I would tell younow what I should have told you so many years before:

Youare my choice.

~~~~~

Solas was beside himself, frantic, terrified of the painfulhope the burned in his chest until he choked. It couldn’t be real, not afterall this time. Is it possible she meant another, one who came after him?

His fears tormented him as he called the switchboard operator,the publisher, and every second on hold was a torture.

Finally his call connected, and he explained inelegantly thathe was calling about the note in Lavellan’s latest novel, that he needed tocontact her. The man, Varric, asked for his name to make sure it was actuallyhim and not a hoax. Solas gave it feely, but he was scared of the man’sresponse. What if that somehow wasn’t the name they were looking for?

“You’re Solas? No shit?” Solas winced as the man laughedloudly into the receiver. “You’ve made me a wealthy man, Solas! I have a lot ofbets to call in; I knew it was a long shot, but I just couldn’t bet against ourgirl Jane.

“Now, some day you’ll have to tell me how you got anadvanced copy of that book—it’s not set to hit the shelves for a few days yet—butfirst answer me this: What are you intentions with Jane?”

“I… Excuse me?”

Varric’s voice became serious, almost threatening. “Look,the woman has been through a lot. I told her that I’d help you contact her nomatter what, but—well, that was a lie. You see, I consider the woman to be afriend of mine, and she doesn’t need any more hardship. So if you’re alreadymarried, or planning to hurt her, or looking for a woman to mooch off of—”

“No! I assure you, I…”

“You what?”

What could he say? This was unexpected, sudden, he had noway of knowing what Jane truly wanted from him.

“I chose her long ago. I would give her only what she wouldhave of me.”

Varric chuckled.  “Ican work with that. Are you ready? Grab a pen. I can’t give you her address–security reasons you understand–but I can tell you what her phone number is.”He told Solas the information to reach Jane’s phone, but then added, “Though,you won’t be able to reach her this time of day.”

“Oh, alright. Do you know what time—”

“Yep, this time of day she’s busy working. She has a dayjob, after all.”

“Right, I—”

“She’s a librarian. In fact, I think you know the place, don’tyou? I believe you used to work there. Together. At the library. And, since youcan’t call…”

A breath escaped Solas, a small, broken laugh. “Yes, I thinkI understand you, Mr. Tethras. It’s a long drive… Will you tell her?”

“Now, where’s the fun in that? It’s a much better story thisway. Good luck, Chuckles.”

“I thank you, Mr. Tethras.”

~~~~~

Solas had been right—it was a long drive. Plenty long enoughto think and re-think, to worry, to wonder. This was foolish, he should havecalled. This all seemed so surreal; he’d gone mad, surely, this couldn’t betrue. Oh, but to see her again was worth the risk…

It had been early morning when he left his own library in arush, but he managed to get to hers before closing, every mile closer to hertown, to familiar sights, weighing heavy and anxious in his gut. The parkinglot was empty. He got out of his car, and only then thought to worry about howhe must look.

Hopefully not haggard, after spending the day speeding downthe highway. Older than when she’d seen him last, of course. His suit was in some disrepair; he’d let many things go unheeded in his time alone.

None of that mattered. He entered Skyhold Library. Herlibrary, once his, once where they worked together.

His eyes were drawn to her shape immediately. She wastowards the back, picking up a stack of books.

She looked up, saw him standing, but he couldn’t tell if sheknew him. He slowly removed his hat, out of habit.

She set the books back down.

“Solas?” Her voice was timid, but the library was empty,silent, and he heard her perfectly. His feet suddenly remembered their purpose,rushing forward with large steps as she said, “Oh damn that Varric, he couldhave warned me. I…”

Her voice choked up as tears formed in her eyes, herbeautiful eyes, and she took a few tentative steps towards him, but he wasalready to her. He was uncertain where to stop, but she reached for him, restingher hand along his face as if to check that he was really there.

He tried to say her name, but no noise came from him. Hecovered her hand with his, gripping her tight, and she felt real, so real.Their faces only a tense breath apart, he ran his thumb over her knuckles, andcouldn’t help but notice that she wore no ring. They stared at each other, eachquestioning silently, as his other hand skimmed her wet cheek. He wondered, onlyvaguely, when he had dropped his hat.

To the Void with words.

His hand wrapped behind her neck as he kissed her, hisheart, his lost love. She melted into him instantly, wrapping her arm aroundhim as he tried not to devour her, but he couldn’t help but be intense, ragged,as she easily bent backwards over his arm.

When, breathless, he allowed them space to breath, tried toremember that he was a gentlemen, her hands still pulled him to her. “Oh, mymuse… You saw it, then. My letter. Do you forgive me? You would allow me tochange my mind?”

“Ma vhenan… My heart made its choice long ago. It has beenyou, always you, every day that we were together, every day that we’ve beenapart.” He smiled, shakily. “I have had no choice in the matter. It is not asubject for debate.”

She laughed, and he wipes away the tears that spilled fromher eyes. “I’m yours, Solas. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it much, much sooner.”

“That would have been preferable, I admit.”

She laughed, pushing against him playfully. He made up forthe jest by kissing her again, softly this time, treasuring the feel of her.

When her eyes flickered open again, she said, “We have a lotof catching up to do.”

[darling-i-fancy-you]

Alphabet Tag!

Okay so I was tagged twice by the lovely @mrsjugheadjonesthethird and @evalocity so I thought I’d go ahead and do the tag!

Rules: answer the question in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better

a - age: 21

b - birthplace: North West of England!

c - current time: 18:17

d - drink you last had: A strong and sugary coffee to wake me up so I can maybe write some more of my fics tonight like I keep promising.

e - easiest person to talk to: On Tumblr it would definitely be the lovely Sad Breakfast Club, they are an ace group of girls! In real life it would be my boyfriend, I literally tell him everything and anything and I can always be super weird and tell him the stupidest jokes and he loves it cause he loves me cause I’m a god damn treasure. 

f - favorite song: Right now thanks to @burgers-and-murders for using it on one of her playlists I keep listening to Talk Through The Night by D.I.D. But my absolute favourite song in the entire world is Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers (I’m soppy I know)

g - grossest memory: I suppose when I was literally a walking/running advertisement for why you shouldn’t run with scissors and I accidentally stabbed myself in the hand as I tripped over. 

h - horror yes or horror no: Yes definitely! Back when I was younger it was literally my favourite genre of film, as I’ve gotten older I just feel like modern horror films aren’t living up to their potential. I mean I have to admit the horror genre can be quite limiting in what new story-lines there can be which is why we see a lot of remakes these days but I really love 80′s/90′s horror. 

i - in love?: Yes I am quite smitten.

j - jealous of people?: I get jealous where my boyfriend is concerned a little but only because I love him so much. I don’t get jealous of other peoples success though, I’m all for people achieving their dreams and being the best versions of themselves!

k - killed someone?: ...No.

l - love at first sight or should I walk by again: I think love has to stem from friendship and humour. Love at first joke maybe?

m - middle name: Louise (So basic)

n - number of siblings: 0

o - one wish: For my dreams of being either a YA novelist to come true or to really pursue my dreams of working on the production of a show! (fingers crossed)

p - person you called last: I rang back a big UK game show studio who were asking about my application that I submitted last month...

q - question you’re always asked: How do you spell that? (In regards to my last name)

r - reason to smile: Dogs, puppers, woof woofs.

s - song you sang last: Million Reasons by Lady Gaga

t - time you woke up: This morning I got up at 7:30!

u - underwear color: Turquoise!

v - vacation destination: I would love to go to Hawaii!

w - worst habit: Letting my room get messy.

x - x-rays: I’ve had too many to actually tell you, although I’ve never broken anything I was just a rather clumsy child/teenager/person in general.

y - your favorite food: Pad Thai Chicken everyday! 

z - zodiac sign: Scorpio!

Okay so the people I’m going to tag I’m like pretty sure will have already been tagged in this or maybe already done it but oh well! @burgers-and-murders @pendletonthethird @jugheadjns @mrs-jughead-jones @ju-gg @onceuponagladerhead

[legendofzelda-secretsanta]

here's a little introspective piece for @just--another--outcast on ravio and link's relationship!!

He’s been waiting for the guy to wake up for a while. Like, a long while. Thirty minutes have passed at the least. He’s not irritated or annoyed, though, more just… worried. It’s weird being worried about himself.

Ravio knows that Yuga couldn’t have done that much damage to the guy, but he frets momentarily whether or not there could be lasting damage. There wouldn’t be, right? He was counting on him to help out!

Maybe… maybe there had been some permanent damage, Ravio thought. He’d already done a quick glance over the guy’s extremities to make sure he wasn’t that hurt, but he hadn’t really looked very carefully.

He reaches out a tentative, purple sleeve and softly brushes it against the guy’s arm.

No response.

He squeezes it gently, feeling for any broken bones or anything that Yuga could’ve done. He finds nothing.

Did he hit his head on something? Was that why he wouldn’t wake up? He’d heard from one of his customers that head injuries could cause comas, but was that what was happening here?

Ravio draws back in shock, breathing in quickly. What if the guy was in a coma? What would he do then? There’d be no way to help Hilda!

Hilda.                                        

He pulls up a chair next to the guy and sits down, absently stroking Sheerow. His little bird friend chirps and snuggles up into his scarf, and Ravio feels a little calmer.

He’s probably overreacting again, as usual. He’ll just wait for the guy to wake up, and when he does, he’ll think about what to do from then. It’ll be fine.

He sits there for maybe another ten minutes before the guy starts to stir. He groans quietly, and Ravio wonders if he’s having a nightmare. He’s mouthing something that Ravio can’t quite make out, balling his fists and squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

Ravio’s had nightmares too. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night not sure who he is. He feels like he’s himself, but not exactly him. It’s a weird feeling. He wonders if the guy is having the same nightmare that he has. He knows better than to bother people having nightmares, but everything about this guy piques his curiosity.

The guy’s eyes open and Ravio is taken momentarily by how blue they are, and how they are not green like his, but bright, baby blue. The guy looks around drearily, eyes still unfocused and disoriented, so Ravio does the one thing he knows would definitely wake anybody up.

He sticks his face right into the guy’s nose.

The guy screams and tumbles out of his bed.

Ravio knows he shouldn’t be laughing, but he just can’t stop it. Sheerow flutters off his shoulder where he had been perching and hovers over the guy.

“Ooooh, you’re waking up!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together and leaning down a little bit so he can see the guy a better. Even if the hood does conceal his identity, it’s still really bothersome to look out from. “Good! I was starting to worry about you, buddy.”

“The name’s Ravio,” He introduces. He waits for a response. He quirks an eyebrow and leans down a little more to make sure the guy can hear him. “Hey, you listening to me? What, the rug tastes really good or something?” Maybe humor will lighten the mood a little more.

The guy grumbles from his place on the floor and Ravio brightens up. “I’m a traveling merchant,” He explains, “I found you in the Sanctuary. Passed out. Alone. Strange, if you ask me.”

The guy finally sits up and Ravio is again blown away by how blue his eyes are. His hair is a soft, fluffy shade of auburn, his skin is a warm peach, his eyes are the color of the sky and deeper than he can see. He wonders for a moment if the guy would be thinking similar things if he let him see his face.

He continues with his story, “It looked like you needed a pal, so I took the liberty of lugging you here to this vacant house. Seemed like a perfect place for you to shake off the snores.”

“U-Um, this-, uh, this is my house.”

Ravio is surprised, enough with the surprises, guy, yet again by how different the guy is from him. Ravio’s always had people tell him how loud and confident his voice sounds, but this guy? It’s soft and nervous and stuttering and Ravio can’t help but marvel over his counterpart again.

Of course he knew that this was gonna be the guy’s house. It’s in the same location as his own in Lorule. But he’s gotta act surprised to keep up his cover. “Say what?” He shouts. “This is your house? Looked empty-ish to me.”

And it’s true! The guy’s house is clean and organized unlike his dirty mess of a home. It’s got a warm feeling to it, though, and Ravio likes that.

“I have a, um, sign. Out front. It says that this is my house.”

Ravio raises an eyebrow that the guy can’t see. “Oh, really? I didn’t see that.”

The guy sputters and looks down. “I-I mean, I wouldn’t blame you? You were probably focusing on, uh, other stuff. Like me. Thanks, by the way. And sorry.”

It’s funny in a disturbing sort of way to see someone almost identical to him act so differently. “Nah, don’t apologize! I just did what any normal person would do, y’know? I think anybody who found somebody passed out on the ground would try to help out.”

The guy chuckles nervously. “Y-Yeah. Thanks.”

“Wait, so tell me… What happened to you, buddy?” Ravio asks. He already kinda knows what happened, but he really just wants to clarify.

“Um… Seres got turned into a painting...?” Ravio waits for a continuation but the guy seems to be done with his explanation.

“You don’t say!” Ravio exaggerates as he draws back, biting back what little bits of sarcasm he can. “Some strange man turned a girl into a painting?” Maybe if he just… helps this guy along. Little bits at a time.

“Oh, uh… yeah? He had a really pointy nose and I think he had a lot of makeup on. I think. I can’t really remember him that well.” The guy mumbles, scuffing his feet on his rug. Ravio wants to tell him that he’s remembering Yuga just perfectly but he’ll keep that to himself.

“So you got done in trying to stop him, huh?” C’mon, guy, you can do it…

He rubs the back of his head. “Well, I mean… I tried to? It, uh, didn’t work out at all-,”

The look on the guy’s face is getting awfully dark and Ravio knows when to stop. “That makes you a hero, buddy!” He yells enthusiastically, waving his arms around. “A real, live, genuine hero!”

A world saver.

The guy blushes and fiddles with the hem of his tunic- a habit, maybe? He’s trying to make words but it seems to Ravio that he’s too embarrassed to. He looks almost like Hilda when she gets flustered for once.

And at that point, Ravio remembers exactly where he is and what he needs to be doing.

“But why are you standing around talking to me then?” He flaps his arms and dances around nervously, shouting, “You’ve gotta report this to the castle!” Sheerow dances along with him.

“O-Oh, you’re right!” The guy nods and stumbles over to the door.

Ravio spots something gleaming and silver next to the table by the guy’s bed and it’s his sword, why is this guy trying to leave without his sword-

“Your sword, pal! Don’t forget your-,”

“Oh! Thank you for reminding me- oh, oh man-,” The guy scrambles back to the table and grabs the blade before running back over to the door when Ravio yet again remembers something important.

“Oh! Hey! Wait a minute.” He calls.

The guy turns around with his big blue eyes wide open. “Yeah?”

Ravio scratches his head uncomfortably, “To tell you the truth, I’ve been looking for a place to stay. It’s been hard to find somewhere good. So, uh. This is awkward…” Ravio hates making requests and hates owing people, but he figures he’ll just have to suck it up for this one time. “Mind if I stay here for a while? Just a couple of days, I promise!”

He expects the immediate cringe and short no but it never comes.

“Of course. Feel free to make yourself at home.” The guy smiles and him and Ravio is blown away yet again by how different they are from each other, and he wonders if Hilda and her counterpart are just as much opposites as they are.

“Really!? Thanks a million!” Ravio cheers, dancing around with Sheerow. “Finally! No more sleeping out in the wild!” He turns to the guy with a sheepish look on his face, “Tough world out there, y’know?”

The guy’s eyes dart to the side for a moment before he nods quietly. Ravio wonders what he’s thinking about.

“Here-,” Ravio says, reaching into his rucksack and digging around-, “take this. I can’t pay rent yet. But it’s something, at least.”

He finds the bracelet and hands it to the guy when he walks over. It’s one of his most prized possessions, old and so, so precious, a true artifact that he was lucky to find. It also has those special uses that Ravio’s sure will help the guy out in whatever he’s gotta do from here out. “I know it looks like a hunk of junk, but it’s older than old. A real treasure, that thing-,”

“Uh…”

“Uh, what?” Ravio asks.

The guy blinks and sniffs the bracelet, what the heck, before flinching away. “U-Um, it’s got, uh, kind of an… odor? I-I don’t-,”

“What odor?” Ravio asks, and he’s a little bit upset now because this is history in objective form- “You don’t want it because it smells funny?”

The guy nods but he looks apologetic and sad. Ravio almost feels bad for him.

“That’s the smell of history, buddy!” He shouts, and he knows this isn’t a good time to get heated and passionate about his specialty subject but it’s too late now, “Musty leather! Moldy aromas! The rich fragrance of a relic!” He accents each thing with a wave of his hand.

“S-Sorry-,” The guy starts to say, but Ravio’s had too much of his sad puppy eyes.

“Ok, fine. I’ll admit that it smells like a wet dog.” He sees the way the guy’s eyes light up momentarily and he’s a little proud of himself for making him smile. “But you gotta know, that’s a good smell. Besides…” He’s gotta make sure the guy wears it, after all, “it’s a gift. So the least you could do is wear it, buddy!” He hasn’t even spent that long with the guy but he already feels like guilt tripping is one of his weaknesses.

“A-Alright. Thank you, Ravio.” The guy says, slipping the bracelet on his wrist. It’s a little too big on him, and Ravio wonders if the guy’s wrists are as bony as his.

He grins. “Now, pronto, buddy! To the castle! Hurry!!”

And as the guy runs off and opens his door to leave, Ravio calls, “Bye now! See ya, Mr. Hero!”

  When Mr. Hero comes back, he’s a lot worse off than Ravio expected he would be. He hears the door open and turns around, “Welcome home, Mr. Hero! You said it was alright to stay here, so I’ve made myself at-,”

He turns around and Mr. Hero’s got a bad limp that Ravio doesn’t remember from last time and scratches and bruises all over his face.

“What happened!?” He shouts, dropping whatever he was holding and running over to make sure he’s ok. His fingertips brush against a particularly raw scratch on his cheek and Mr. Hero flinches back.

“N-No, there were just a few Octoroks that I didn’t expect would show up.”

“Where were you?” Ravio asks, trying to force down the worry that’s lodged in his throat.

“By the Eastern Palace- I saw your signs, by the way.” His voice is too soft and Ravio almost can’t catch the last few words.

“What’s that?” He asks. “Saw my signs at the Eastern Palace, did you?”

Mr. Hero nods. “Mmhmm.”

“Ahh, I was going to open a store near the palace, but when I saw all the monsters I hightailed it outta there!” There were so many Octoroks and Chus and so many of those nasty little- Ravio sighs. “Way too many monsters around there for my liking, you get me?”

Mr. Hero shrugs and nods.

“But,” Ravio walks back to his dropped items after deciding that Mr. Hero isn’t hurt that badly, “I seem to recall some stone pedestals near my signs! Did you see a symbol on them?”

“Oh, uh… yeah. I did.”

“Oh, you did? Well, do you remember what the symbol was?” If he gets this question right, maybe he’ll let Mr. Hero rent his bow for free. That’d be a good deal, right? He needs it, after all.

“Um… I think it was a bow and arrow?” Mr. Hero tries, brows drawn together and frowning slightly. “It might’ve been something else…”

“That’s right!” Ravio exclaims, clapping his hands. “It was a bow and arrow! Remind you of anything? Like maybe… this?” He pulls out the bow from his rucksack and hands it to Mr. Hero with a flourish.

He’s fond of this bow. He stuck his own little rabbit mark at one of the ends, and the feathers on the arrow match his color scheme. He likes having matching themes for his stuff. “Normally I’d charge you a rental fee, but I’ll lend it to you for free.” He keeps himself from saying this time, anyway.

“O-Oh, thanks.” Mr. Hero takes the bow and hangs it with his sword on his back. “I’m sure it’ll come in handy. When do you want me to return it?”

Ravio hadn’t thought of that. “Well, hmm… Let’s just think about that later. For now, though, we gotta think up a strategy for you!”

“W-What do you mean?” Mr. Hero asks, obviously confused.

Ravio clicks his tongue. “Well, y’see, Mr. Hero-,”

“It’s Link.”

Ravio looks up. “Link?”

Mr. Hero bites his lower lip and flushes. “M-My name. That’s my name. I-I realized I hadn’t told you my name.”

Link, huh? Awfully different from Ravio.

“Huh.” Ravio looks at Link’s face a little more. “You do look like a Link, huh?” The name matches him.

“Thanks, I guess.”

But, as they have priorities, Ravio pulls the topic back on track. “So! Strategy! What’re you gonna do?”

Link bites his lip again. “I was thinking that I’d, um… just go back to the Eastern Palace and then go help out Osfala.”

Ravio starts to realize that planning ahead might not be this guy’s forte.

“And? What if you can’t find Osfala so easily?” Ravio probes, darting his head back and forth. “What if he runs away?”

“Uhh…” He’d obviously not thought about that, “f…Follow him?”

“But what if it’s dangerous? What if there’re monsters where he went?”

“Um-,”

“You’ve gotta think of at least one way to escape at all times!” Ravio shouts, gesturing with his arms. “How’re you gonna get out if things get sticky?” It’s one of his base rules that he follows at all costs, and if Link doesn’t get it yet, he’ll just have to help him out a little more.

“Why would I need to think of one?”

“Exactl-,” Ravio blinks. “Wait, what?”

Link’s staring at him like he’s an alien. “Why would I need to escape?”

“B-Because it’s dangerous?” Ravio sputters. “Why else would you need one?”

“But if I’m in danger, that means Osfala probably is too. I can’t just leave him.” Link says, acting like it’s common sense.

Ravio is left spluttering as Link asks, voice soft. “Would you?”

“W-Well, I-I-,” He can’t answer because his throat is choked with guilt and shame.

He finds it ironic how they are opposites in the worst ways. Link is honest and courageous in all the ways Ravio always wished he could be, while Ravio is sneaky and manipulative to hide how much of a coward he is.

Link stares at him for a few moments with his deep, soul-piercing blue eyes before they soften. “It’s alright to be scared,” and Ravio wonders how Link can read him so well. “You’re brave in other ways.”

Ravio doubts that somehow. “Really?”

“Y-Yeah.” Link says, scratching the back of his head. “I-I can’t talk to people very easily because I get nervous; and even when I do, I always mess up w-what I’m trying to say. I wish I could talk as confidently as you.”

Ravio huffs. “Anybody can talk loud.”

“There’s- There’s a difference between talking loud and talking with confidence!” Link says, “A-And even if you didn’t believe me there, remember; you came all this way just to set up a shop! If that’s not brave, I-I don’t know what is.”

Link’s attempts to cheer him up are little more than the same phrases that he’s heard from most of his customers, but somehow the fact that it’s Link telling him these things cheers Ravio.

Link leaves to head off to go help Osfala and Ravio is left wishing he could be more like Link.

  The next time Link comes back long enough for a meaningful conversation, Ravio doesn’t want him to leave anymore. He’d come back before to pick up new items that Ravio was renting out, but he’d left soon afterwards.

When he comes back this time, he’s scarred and bruised, beaten down and in pain, when he walks in through his door. He’s using his sheathed sword as a cane and is only just barely staying upright. He leans heavily on the door as he shuts it behind him before sliding down, letting out a shuddering, pained breath.

Ravio screams.

“MR. HERO- O-OH MY-,”

He runs over awkwardly, the ends of his purple robe are getting in the way, and falls to his knees by Link, nervously flapping his hands. “W-What happened!? A-Are you-,”

He notices a large bloodstain on Link’s tunic that is steadily growing and he feels absolutely nothing but guilt for wanting to throw up.

Link flinches back violently and Ravio wants to vomit again, what happened to him, why is he so scared, stuttering out broken apologies and moans.

“I-It hurts-,”

He calls out to him gently. “Mr. Hero?” When there’s no response, he tries again. “Link?”

Link looks up with heavy-lidded eyes. “H-Hilda? I-Is that-,”

Ravio goes and pukes in the tiny wastebasket Link keeps by his bed.

  When he’s finally recovered enough, Ravio hauls Link onto his bed and wraps his injuries with potion soaked bandages.

The wound on his chest seems to be worse than he imagined at first; it’s a deep cut going across the left side of his abdomen. He wonders what enemy had a sword big enough and strong enough to cut through Link’s defenses and into flesh.

He falls asleep by Link’s side, and when he wakes up, Link is absently rubbing his hands along the ears of his hood, eyes still closed.

“Are you feeling better?” Ravio asks quietly and slowly as to not startle him.

Blue eyes open and Link smiles at him. “Yeah. Thank you, Ravio.”

  Link recovers, even if he never loses that limp in his left leg or if he can’t seem to grip his shield as steadily with his right hand, but the next time Ravio sees him, he’s saved two worlds.

He’s proud.