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Pretend (Drabble)

Anon, you’ve slayed me. That’s so cute and pure and my heart is just tearing itself apart. I just love these sorts of prompt. THEY’RE PURE AND EVERYONE IS HAPPY, SO I’M HAPPY FOR THEM. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for the request. I have chosen to subject Jesse McCree to this because this guy needs some McLovin’. (I’m just in a Jesse McCree mood for some reason.)


A romantic relationship in this line of work was a dangerous thing, and if you both valued your lives, you would never enter one. Attachment is dangerous, you reminded yourself daily. But your traitorous heart ached anyway, unheeding of your rationality and logic.   

Dealing with this whole thing would be tremendously easier if you and Jesse McCree weren’t on a long-term mission mission as a duo. It took every scrap of self-control (and more) to prevent yourself from embarrassing yourself with some over-the-top reaction when this mission was announced. Though, Torbjorn did receive a nasty glare when he shouted, “About damn time. I’ve got projects to fund, you know.” 

It’s been weeks since you both came to this city, setting up camp in a residential neighborhood where there were suspected to be a weapons trading ring. It was hard to believe at first considering just how peaceful everything seemed when you and Jesse moved in, pretending to be recently married. When you questioned the decision for this scenario (not that you were entirely against it), Soldier: 76 explained it was to blend in and get among the trading ring’s ranks. It was a very family-orientated neighborhood, after all. Jesse, always the one to roll with the punches, took your hand and tapped you where a ring would theoretically sit. 

“So, d’you wanna take my last name or should I take yours?”

That lit a fire so bright inside you that you felt like you were going to become a victim of spontaneous human combustion. 

It wouldn’t be the last time you’d feel such a way. 

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               I have always believed in spreading happiness in the world.
                                                           The world definitely needs it.

                                                   — Varun Dhawan
Lancefer Aurifore

Bold what applies to your muse.
Italicize things that sometimes apply.
Strikeout things that apply seldom, or not at all.

Sadness | Remorse | Pigheadedness | Joy | Determination | Perseverance | Hunger | Confusion | Anxiety | Hatred | Passion | Trust | Rage | Dismay | Disbelief | Impatience | Spite | Valor | Empathy | Apathy | Love | Obsession | Fear | Courage | Integrity | Ingenuity | Hopelessness | Amusement | Curiosity | Loneliness | Overwhelmed | Vindictive | Grief | Alienation | Bitterness | Pity | Boredom | Weary | Uncertain | Envious | Avaricious | Panic | Shame | Pride | Safe | Endangered | Hesitant | Absorbed | Detached | Aloof | Distant | Diligent | Tranquil | Giddy | Wary | Receptive | Energetic | Lethargic | Empowered | Torn | Puzzled | Paranoid | Numb | Forlorn | Irritable | Moody | Restless | Trapped | Jittery | Fidgety | Frazzled | Ambivalent | Defiant | Defeated | Subservient | Guilty | Bubbly | Jaded | Neglected | Queasy | Placid | Satisfaction | Tenderness | Scornful | Sardonic | Vigilant | Stingy | Sympathetic | Smug | Stoic | Vain | Timid | Venal | Aggressive | Introverted | Homesick | Glad | Euphoric | Fatalistic | Flummoxed | Distracted | Optimistic | Condescending  | Languid | Vengeful | Malicious | Sadistic

SELFIE TAG THINGY !
Hello, an anon wanted to see my face yeah. I’m the middle picture btw, i found the other two guy pics on google idk who they are :///// WHO TO TAG. YOU SEE, THE MORE PEOPLE I TAG THE MORE PEOPLE WILL SEE THIS WHICH IS A BIG NO NO.

@kim-taeyeon, @jung-jessica, @taeblush, @fantaesy, @candyeon, @ninthwish​, @sonuyhshidae

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stare through the mirror of the self, reflect the face of someone else (the bodyguard au) by bigchickcannibalistic

She’s leaning it. Red lips close – so tantalising close it’s fucking taunting her and it’s fucking unfair. So fucking unfair. Because her heart’s pounding, her hands are already on her hips and her throat is so dry it could be a fucking desert.

And it’s so fucking unfair because this is not how it’s supposed to go, and how can her body just betray her like that, just give in to temptation wrapped in a black dress and with positively thirsty eyes?