Blake watched as Yang stood, clearing her throat and unfolding the crumpled piece of paper in her hands. “So I’ve never been one for speeches,” she began, “I almost improvised this, but my wonderful girlfriend convinced me to come prepared.” She paused to shoot a wink at Blake, who did her very best not to blush. “Anyways,” Yang took a deep breath. Blake couldn’t help but notice that her hands were shaking.
But when Yang spoke again, her voice was clear and strong.“We’ve all been through a lot. Everyone here has lost so much. We have had so many reasons to break down and give up. I…very nearly did.” At this, her metal hand curled into a fist and her eyes went dull. Then she shook her head and turned to look at Ruby, and her whole face lit up. “But Ruby–my beautiful, amazing baby sister–you didn’t! You fought, and you kept fighting even when nobody else would. You have always been the light of my life. I know if mom were here, she’d be proud.” Both sisters were crying now, and Blake realized that she was too. Yang looked positively radiant as she spoke, and with each word Blake found herself falling a little more in love. “And now you have someone else to share that light of yours with, and I could not be happier. I’m so glad you found Weiss and she found you. I hope… I hope you guys are happy. You deserve it. I love you, Rubes.” With a small sob, Ruby leapt from her chair to wrap Yang in a tight embrace. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.
They eventually broke apart, and Yang made her way back to her seat by Blake, wiping at her red, puffy eyes.
Blake beamed, reaching out to take her hand. “Yang, that was beautiful.”
“R-really? I thought it might have been too sappy or something. Like I said–speeches aren’t really my thing.”
“No way.” Blake leaned in to plant a kiss on Yang’s forehead. “It was wonderful. You were wonderful.”
Yang smiled, looking over her shoulder at Ruby and Weiss, who were looking at one another like nobody else in the room was there. “Thanks. I just-look at them. They’re so grown-up and happy. I can’t– I think–” Yang’s voice broke and she let out a frustrated huff. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get so emotional.”
Blake reached up to wipe the tears off of Yang’s face. “It’s okay. Do you need some air?”
Yang nodded. “That would be nice.”
The two of them stood and slipped quietly out the doors and into the garden outside. Blake spotted a bench and led Yang over to it. For a while they sat in silence while Yang composed herself.
Even in the state she was in, Yang was the most beautiful thing Blake had ever laid eyes on. But it wasn’t her hair, or her stunning lilac eyes, or the golden dress that suited her perfectly that Blake saw. It was…it was Yang. Yang, who loved her sister more than anything in the world, Yang who took care of everyone before herself. Just…Yang.
“Will you marry me?” The words were out of Blake’s mouth before she knew what she was saying.
Yang stiffened, turning to stare at Blake. Blake stared back. What should she say? Should she take it back? Apologize? Wait?
“You–you want to get married?” Yang asked at last. Blake couldn’t read her expression, didn’t know if Yang wanted her answer to be yes or no.
And what did she want for herself? Marriage hadn’t been something she’d thought about or planned but… “Yes.” What she wanted was Yang, now and forever.
There was a long pause, and Blake thought the tension was going to kill her before Yang exclaimed “Yes! Oum, Yes, Blake I’ll marry you!”
Blake gave a cry of delight and pulled Yang into a deep, long kiss.
“Dammit, Blake.” Yang sniffed as they finally pulled apart. “You made me cry again.”
Blake just grinned. “I love you Yang.” I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.
hey hey hey ;) Would it be possible to have a werewolf!Jungkook thingy ? A scenario where he finds his mate or smth idk it's up to you, I'm just a sucker for au's c: tyty ♥
HELLO MY LOVE 💕 AS PROMISED - Here’s something to make your first day of school a little better (hopefully!) 💝 It’s prooobably not what you were expecting tbh 😅 I’M SORRY IT GOT OUT OF HAND WHILE COMING UP WITH IDEAS! As always- if you don’t like it I’ll redo it!
(if you read this for the first time and find repeated passages let me know!!! tumblr hates me TT)
Varúlfur - part 1
Werewolf Jungkook x Reader Words: ~3,500 Keywords: … Blood, Gore, Fear? I’M SORRY I SWEAR IT GETS BETTER
He was frantically running. His paws were flying over the soft ground as if he was weightless as he followed the faint aroma he picked up earlier. The same smell that made him break all chains and escape his safe haven, a little house in the woods he had bought specifically for these nights.
🌊- Drowned (this got longer than I expected so I’m splitting it into two parts)
They had been arguing. That’s why Damian had gone inside the ships cabin and left his brother glaring out across the endless ocean. That’s why he hardly noticed as the deck outside grew slick with sea spray. That’s why he didn’t hear Tim’s yelp as as a sudden jolt sent him overboard.
Moments ago one could have made a case for Damian hating Tim.
But looking at that newly empty space by the railing all he could feel was gut wrenching fear.
He stood, uncharacteristically frozen in place, as someone to his left called, “Man overboard!”, quickly followed by, “Christ- that’s a kid!”
Damian felt an odd urge to correct them. Tim was, at this point, well into his teens and disposed being mistaken for anything younger. He wouldn’t want, in his last moments, to be mistaken for-
A sudden wave of nausea washed over him at that thought. Last moments.
No. He couldn’t let that happen.
He pushed open the cabin door and scrambled across the deck, peering over the side into the turbulent white foam below, scanning the surface for any signs of life. Nothing. Just infinite swells of white, churned by the ship’s wake.
Damian smacked his hand to his forehead and turned, sprinting to the back of the boat. Of course he wouldn’t see anything, Tim had fallen minutes ago, he would be behind the ship by now, how could he have not realized this sooner. Sure enough as his eyes flicked around the waves they finally landed on a mass of dark hair amidst the foam.
He glanced up quickly to look for one of the sailors before determining that even if there were one near enough to be of use, he effectively outranked them in every way possible and therefore their help would only hinder his chances of retrieving Tim alive.
He grabbed a life preserver and threw it as accurately as possible at his older brother and nearly cheered at his perfect shot. Yes! Now everything was fine, he’d saved the day and proved his capabilities over Drake. This was perfect.
Except Tim didn’t grab the life preserver. Tim didn’t move.
Tim was face down in the freezing water.
A deep cold fear was seeping back into Damian’s chest. Without a second thought he dove overboard.
He ignored the shock of the icy water and swam towards where he’d seen Tim bobbing in the waves. He looked around for him- no. He had to find the life preserver first. He’d be no good to Tim if they both drowned. Luckily the neon orange flotation device was still nearby. He grabbed it and used it to try and push him self up a bit, scanning the water for any sign of his older brother.
He strained against the current, treading as quickly as he could stretching to see just a little bit more- there. Face down in the water, fifteen, maybe twenty feet away. It felt like miles. Damian swam as fast as he could, pulling the preserver behind him. It tugged against his arm, almost as if it was resisting him, but he was so close- another tug, yanking him back this time.
He looked desperately at the ship to see a group of imbeciles trying to reel him in like a fish. He opened his mouth to yell up at them but another yank cut off the sound. He looked from the ship, to Tim’s body floating just a few feet away and back again.
He didn’t have time for this.
Tim didn’t have time for this.
Damian let go and swam the remaining distance between himself and his predecessor, grabbing his arm and dragging him back to the floating orange ring.
He tried to keep Tim’s head above water as the sailors who’d nearly left him to die dragged them back in, but the cold was clouding his brain and the saltwater in his lungs made it hard to catch his breath.
Finally, just as he thought he’d be joining Tim in unconsciousness they were dragged up and over the edge of the ship and rushed inside.
I don't know if you take writing requests but I was wondering if you could write some fluffy MiSawa? :) (Love your blog btw!)
heya!!! thank you so much!! i’m so glad you like this blog
and i guess i could try writing something?? i haven’t written anything in a while tho so i might be a bit rusty around the edges gshfdsf but here we go!! some fluffy misawa!
rating: general couple: misawa word count:986 words description: winter is the season of laziness; the ashen of the sky, the stupor of ague bones, the quietness that settles even on the grounds of seido as the cold weather wins (for the time being). so what better than to spend this time with your significant other and warm up together? little did miyuki know that his lover had the sun’s core resting deep within his heart.
sunshine seeps through thin curtains, its warmth a caress to the lovers that lay together, limbs intertwined and bodies pressed against each other, seeking any heat the other had to give. winter was no one’s friend, especially not theirs as they had to share a single plush blanket (”let’s buy an extra one… this one is not big enough for us-” “miyuki kazuya, stop complaining! it is big enough!” cue shoulders slumping back as miyuki knew a war would come to life if he were to tell his loudmouthed lover that he tended to move too much in his sleep).