she wears her heart on her sleeve


#because Lydia Martin cares about Stiles Stilinski just as much as he cares about her

Our Betty Cooper is still the girl next door — she literally lives next to Archie. And she’s the blonde all-American girl, she’s so sweet and forgiving, gives people the benefit of the doubt and second chances, wears her heart on her sleeve. But she’s also incredibly broken on the inside, for many different reasons. For one thing, she suffers from mental health issues, and that’s something that I resonate with — I struggle with depression and anxiety, and I’m very open about that. So I can very much.

There was a crack in her voice and her words got swallowed up by her tears. She had never done this before, wear her heart on her sleeve showing just how vulnerable she was. But it was him, she loved him, and she would do anything to never lose him, “look at me,” she told him, “you could fall for me, you should fall for me, I can give you the world.”
—  c.f. // “her one and only plea”
All the Time in the World

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

All the Time in the World

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Hello lovelies! May I request a Pietro Maximoff x reader soul mate au (because I’m both Pietro and soul mate au trash) where the reader is an Avenger? And Idk like super fluffy? Thanks love!

Note: I missed my speedy babe!! Okay, here goes.

Pietro didn’t have a soulmate mark. Everyone on planet earth was born with one, but he couldn’t find it. As he grew older, he expected it to appear, but it didn’t. Not even after the experiments. Not even after the one night stands with the Sokovian girls. Not even after he joined the right side of the battle.

Maybe that was what made him so reckless, so eager to lay his life down for his sister, for his new friends, for a man he barely knew and the child in his arms. What did he care if he died? He didn’t. The white-haired speedster had no reason to live because he had no one to love.

When the world went black, he wasn’t surprised. He knew it would end like this. Because he was reckless. But he didn’t expect it to be so cold. So dark. He wasn’t sure where he existed now. Maybe he was a ghost. Maybe it he tried hard enough, he could appear to Wanda…tell her goodbye.

The darkness didn’t last long.

“Pietro?” A voice. He knew that voice. But from where? “Come on, buddy. You’re almost there.” It was the archer. Clint. Where was he?

“Pietro!” Another voice. Wanda. Her voice was accompanied by the steady beats of a heart monitor. His heart monitor. A heart monitor meant a heartbeat, and a heartbeat meant-

It was so bright. The moment he opened his eyes, he had to squint to see, to make out the colored shapes that surrounded him.

“There he is.” Stark. “Took you long enough, speedy. Gave your sister quite the scare there.”

“You idiot!” Wanda hugged him fiercely, not caring if she hurt his newly-healed body. “You stupid, stupid boy!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Pietro chuckled, holding his sister in his arms. “I’m alive, aren’t I?”

“Barely.” Bruce was looking over his papers. “You got lucky. Very lucky. If it weren’t for the CRADLE…you might not be here at all.”

“I hate you.” Wanda mumbled into his shoulder. He only held her tighter.

“I missed you too.” He whispered. And he meant it.

It was a day of celebration. The Avengers threw a party to celebrate their fallen’s return. And the entire time, Pietro kept looking at a stranger across the room. He couldn’t explain why, but there was something about them that was impossible to describe.

“Are you even listening to me?” Wanda waved a hand in front of her brother’s face, immediately snapping him back to reality.

“Sorry.” He muttered.

“When did you get a tattoo?” Wanda asked.

“What tattoo?” Pietro asked. Wanda pulled up the sleeve of the suit jacket her brother was wearing. Sure enough, it was there. Clear as day.

(Y/N) (L/N).

Pietro’s breath caught in his throat, his words stuck. His heart raced faster than usual. He knew what this was. It was a soulmate tattoo.

“That’s her name.” Wanda whispered, subtly motioning across the room just as you walked out onto the balcony to get some air. “She’s your-”

He was gone when she blinked, and in his path, there was a rush of wind.

Your hair blew in front of your face as the door behind you shut. And suddenly, you weren’t alone anymore. It was him. The one that had come back to life, the reason your new team was even celebrating. What was his name again? No one had told you. To Wanda, he was ‘my brother’, and the rest of them had only ever referred to him as ‘Speedy’ or as Clint had so eloquently worded it, ‘that asshole’.

“Hi there.” He greeted somewhat shyly. What was happening to his prowess? He had always been good with women, even before he had become a superhuman. But now, not so much. He swallowed thickly and dared to meet your eyes. “I’m Pietro. Maximoff. I…died, and-”

Your eyes snapped up to his the moment he introduced himself. Your jaw drifted open and your heart pounded. You felt like your stomach had twisted itself into a knot.

“W-what did you say your name was?”

“Pietro Maximoff.” His voice was a whisper, and his delicious accent was like music to your ears. Slowly, you pulled back the sleeve of your black dress. His name was written there in his quick messy handwriting. Gently, he raised his hand to touch your forearm, calloused fingers brushing against your soft skin.

Once he had stared at the tattoo for a long moment, he showed you his. You took his wrist and pulled it to your face, pressing a gentle kiss to the first letter of your name. Pietro sighed, exhaling a shaky breath. You rushed into his arms, clinging to his torso and hugging him tight. He chuckled and wrapped his strong arms around you.

“I-I could have lost you before I even knew you…” you shook as you held him, tears streaming down your cheeks. It made him hold you tighter.

“I’m here.” He whispered. “I’m here and I’ll never leave you again. I promise.”

It was a promise he intended to keep.

When you returned to the party, hand in hand, Pietro introduced you to his sister, who you had already met, and a few of the others.

“You’ve been together all of what, three minutes and you already have matching tattoos?” Clint teased. “Slow down, kids. You’ve got all the time in the world.”

“Uncle Clint,” You hugged him.


“What, Speedy? You didn’t see that coming?” he chuckled.

“No, I guess I didn’t.” Pietro smirked and then wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Congratulations.” Clint smiled and ruffled the speedster’s silver hair beneath his hand. “I’m happy for you. For both of you.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. After you spread the good news to the others, Pietro dragged you out to the dance floor. He was quite the dancer. He spun you around and pulled you close. His scruff rubbed against the skin of your cheek as he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“I love you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

“And I love you, Pietro Maximoff.”

no wait im not quite done because imagine lucretia being overjoyed to see some version of her friends even if they aren’t quite the same and she brings them up to the moonbase but. somethings wrong. they’re wrong. They’re all so different, so haunted, but they won’t tell her why and she desperately wants to comfort them but she can’t.

sweet carefree magnus, who wears his heart on his sleeve, is just a little more reserved, a little less like the kind boisterous man she remembers. a little more cautious with his feelings, a little less cautious with his life. there’s a haunted look in his eyes and she knows he has nightmares and she can’t ask why.

taako never cooks any more. he and lup used to delight in cooking for everyone back on the ship, and she thinks maybe it’s just because he’s alone now, but there’s something else there. something horrible happened to him and none of his family was there to help him through it. he doesn’t trust her, doesn’t trust anyone, and she has no idea why or how to fix it.

merle is so much older now. he used to be the first to jump into the fray; he died more than any of them. but he’s lived a life now. he has a family and kids that she’s not supposed to know anything about. When she let everyone go it never occurred to her that they might grow attached to this world they doomed. How could she ever ask him to choose between this life and his last one?

The Whole World Exploded

Trimberly Soulmate AU, where the first time you touch your soulmate, there is a spark of color, which marks you permanently.

Excerpt: “Kimberly Fucking Hart, a girl who has no business talking to her, asks for a sip of her water. Trini hands her the bottle - never say she doesn’t do any good for other people - and their fingers brush.”

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So about my smol baby Trini...

I was just thinking about how Trini’s version of ‘I love you’ has always been skewed… with her mom being loud and invasive, how would she love? Would she think she can’t do it properly because she isnt like her mama?

But then I thought of her dad and now I have an entire head cannon that Trini is totally a Daddy’s girl- has been since she was born. He taught her the value of loving quietly with actions instead of words. She learned how it’s possible to wear her heart on her sleeve but for it to be completely invisible to those who don’t look close enough.

And then I thought of how she learned how to hide it back in her chest the day she came out to him. How he broke her heart how he made it- in silence. The walls in her chest going up with each step as he walked away from her.

Finding Her

Part 1/5


Pairing: marliza (maria x eliza)

Premise: modern soulmate au – Eliza and Maria desperately seek their soulmate in a world where their first words to you are written on your arm from birth.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1337

a/n: I’m really excited for this fic!! The next part will hopefully be up tomorrow, but may be up the next day… anyway, I hope you enjoy <3

Maria fiddled with her sleeve, yanking it as far over her wrist as possible. She hated showing her soulmate tattoo at work. On several occasions, guys with no tattoos had read hers aloud, trying to trick her into thinking they were soulmates.

She had always had this kind of problem. She was exceedingly beautiful, with a gorgeous curvy figure, beautiful soft curls of hair, and large, deep eyes. Guys were always taking advantage of her; mostly guys with no soulmate tattoos, but, sadly, several with them.

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That’s the definition of a soulmate, isn’t it? One soul, two halves, split between two separate forms. Alike in every respect.

In a world where people are born with a coloured marking somewhere on their body, your soulmate is supposed to be the one who carries the exact same mark. Kurosaki Ichigo has never put much stock in these things — and the fact that his black sun mark and Rukia’s white crescent moon is as different as night and day has nothing to do with it. Ichiruki soulmates AU- maybe. 

(Hey guys! This was my entry for IRBB! I have two chapters written - the next chapter will go up next week - and then the rest of the fic will join my roster of wip fics to be updated… when I have time…. hahahaha //cries// 

My partner @jellyribbons did the CUTEST art for my fic, which YOU CAN FIND HERE. Thank you for being such a gem, juliet, even when I didn’t give you much to work with 8ㅁ8

And now, without further ado, please enjoy my irbb fic–

Collision Course

by hashtagartistlife



Gravitational Collapse




There’s a black mark on Ichigo’s palm.

He’s never spent too much time contemplating it. People attribute so many things to these tiny coloured markings that appear on their skin. They say it tells you the kind of person you are, the kind of person you’re going to be. They say the person you’re destined to be with — your soulmate — has the exact same mark somewhere on their body. Because that’s what the definition of a soulmate is, isn’t it— one soul, two halves, split between two separate forms.  Alike in every respects. There are entire religions based around this concept, dating sites that cater exclusively to making sure you meet up with your other half. Psychics that claim they can read your entire future from that one mark alone.

Ichigo thinks, it’s just a goddamn birthmark.

He hates all this destiny crap surrounding these marks. When Tatsuki had asked him at the age of thirteen what his mark looked like, he’d scowled and told her to shove off. His hand had clenched, reflexive, around the shape getting ever-clearer against his tanned skin. She’d harrumphed, unperturbed, and informed him hers was the shape of a crimson eagle and that it clearly meant she was destined for greater things than him, if his mark was still the misshapen blob she remembers it being when he was nine. He’d responded that her mark looks more like a puddle of spew than the eagle she claimed it to be, and she’d thrown a well-aimed kick at his shoulder and the conversation had been dropped.

By the time he’s fifteen, the mark is well and truly etched onto his skin, no longer misshapen by any stretch of the imagination. Still, he refuses to pay too much attention to it, refuses to try to analyse the shape it’s settled into. It’s all bullshit, anyway. If he squints, he thinks you could almost mistake it for an ink-black sun — see? Bullshit. There was only one sun in his life, and she’d set six years ago and taken all the light in his family with her. His mother was the sun, the one holding them all together with her gravity; not him. And if his soulmate is anything like him, if they, too, are represented by a dark black sun mark somewhere on their body, then he wants nothing to do with them. He wants nothing to do with himself, most days.

So when Keigo asks, exuberant, innocent, what his mark is, Ichigo looks him straight in the eye and tells him he doesn’t believe in destiny.

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💐I Dislike How Insecure Ino Was/Is (IDK If She Still Is lol) When It Came To Her Self Image. (Very Long Post) My Opinion. No Hate Towards Sai/Ino Or Sasuke/Sakura. Analysis💐

 Ino Displayed A Longing To Be Seen By Others When It Came To Her Image. The First Person To Acknowledge On How “Beautiful” She Is Was Sai. 

Ino Instantly Grew An Attraction Towards Him (B/C He Resembles Sasuke) Which Could Be Seen As Shallow (B/c She Doesn’t Even Know Him). The Result Of How “Shallow” Ino’s Personality Was Shown When Sai Lied To Her Calling Her  “Beautiful”, When He Actually Meant She’s “Ugly”. This Action Showed How Insercue/Foolish Ino Was When She’s Suddenly Shock That Someone Actually Found Her Attractive.

Little Did She Know That People “Especially Boys” Have A Tendency To Lie Straight To Your Face Without You Ever Knowing How They Truly Feel. Not Knowing That Rule Sai Had To Learn The Hard Way, That He Can’t Express His “True” Words Towards Everyone Especially When It Came To Girls.   

Because We “Girls” Tend To Wear Our Hearts On Our Sleeves Thinking What They Say Is Truly What They Feel. So Sai Knew He Couldn’t Call Ino Ugly Or He Will Get The Same Treatment As He Did From Sakura.

Please Don’t Tell Me Ino & Sai Had A “Strong” Friendship Before They Started Dating.

B/C We All Know That’s Some “Major” B.S.

She Only Wanted To Get To Know Sai Because She Finally Found Someone (That Looks Similar To Sasuke) Who Thought She’s Attractive. This Action Caused Her To Want To Be “Desire” By Both Sasuke & Sai.

 It’s A Shame How One Boy “Sasuke” Could Destroy These Girls (Sakura & Ino) Confidence. And To Make Matters Worst The Girls Start To Feel Like They Are “Useless” or “Ugly” Because Of Being Rejected By Him. 

Where The Hell Were Their Parents During Their Childhood? 

Ino’s By Far One Of The Most Develop Female Characters In The Series. She Faced So Many Hardships Such As Rejection, Insecurity, Troubling Friendships and Death.

I Strongly Dislike How Kishimoto Created Some Of The Naruto Girls To Portray As “Lovestruck, Insecure & Weak Minded Female Characters”. When That’s Not The Case.


🎶Thanks For Making Me A FIGHTER🎶


The “Sai & Ino” Episode Was Very Weak & Fast Paced. I Literally Felt No “Love/Friend” Connection Between The Two Characters.

It Was Awkward As Hell Seeing Her Hugged Sai. 

Shikamaru Hiden Novel Had More Emotion Then This Episode.

 I Know The Novels Are Typically Better Than The Show/Movies, But ShikaTema Felt More Realtistic In The Episode .So,There’s Something “Missing” With Sai & Ino’s Connection.   

Did You Notice How Ino Disregards The Word “Kindness” And Only Focuses On Being Called “Beautiful”?

 She Still Shows Signs Of Being Insecure (Even Her Reaction Could Be Seen As How A Young Girl Would React Being Called Pretty For The First Time).

My Point To All Of This Is Ino Yamanaka Is More Than A Beautiful/Kind Hearted Kunoichi She’s A Survivor. 

She’s Not A Character Who Waits Around Waiting For Someone Just To Acknowledge Her. She Needs Someone Who’s Capable Of Showing Actions Of Affection Rather Than Speaking Them. That’s Why I Shipped That “Small” InoKiba Moment. B/C Kiba Was The Closest Thing (Similar To Shikamaru) Who Seemed Like A Capable Character Of Always Having Ino’s Back When She Needs Someone To Catch Her Falls.

DAMN THIS IS LONG! LMAO (I’m Just Caught In My Feelings) I’m Sorry Followers. 


inuchiyo (maeda toshiie) x mc (misaki kasagi)

a/n: look i love fluff, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes i need to amp up the angst. (send help i broke my own heart) ((@jemchew i hope you were ready for this))

When she was fourteen, the love of his life had looked up at him with eyes full as a rain-swelled river, and asked him if he thought anyone would ever want to marry her.

His emotions had always run high — it was part of why he fought so much, and he wanted terribly to go punch the lights out of the boy who had just insulted her — and that hadn’t improved with age. The tightening in his jaw and the twitch of his fingers into fists was a testament to this.

But the anger was soon squashed by the sound of her sniffling, the sight of her clenching the sleeves of her kimono in her hands as if to ward off the tears by determination alone, and Inuchiyo felt his insides soften. He had smiled, and ruffled her hair like always, and tried not to look too serious as he sighed,

“Well, if nobody marries you, I will, okay?” She blinked once, then cocked her head to the side.

“When?” His heart skipped a beat, but he managed to reply without a tremor in his voice.

“When you’re twenty.”

At this, she had smiled, resolute, and swept the last of the tears from the corners of her eyes before holding up her pinky.

“Alright. Promise?”

His heart skipped a beat as he locked their pinkies together, smiling bittersweet down at her.


Someone else would marry her, he told himself, unhooking his pinkie from hers and ushering her back to her family restaurant.

Someone else would marry her. They had to. Six years was a long time.

But for a moment, he had hope.

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anonymous asked:

Trimberly prompt- tommy as a girl joins the team and has a bit of a thing for trini and begging flirting with her all the time leading to kim getting jealous and telling trini how she feels

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Tommy Oliver was getting on Kimberly Hart’s last. Fucking. Nerve. When she’d first become the Green Ranger, no one had had a problem with her and she was immediately accepted into their ragtag group of friends. She worked hard during training and was a great addition. That is, until Kim started noticing just how much interest she had in a certain tiny, yellow-wearing friend of theirs.

There wasn’t a whole lot to it at first. Tommy would always be within a couple feet of Trini, always whispering jokes in her ear to make her laugh. Her hand would magically appear at the small of Trini’s back as they walked and for some reason, Trini didn’t shrug her off. And she would always insist on having Trini be her training partner—something that Kim took offense to because, excuse you, but Trini was her training partner and she didn’t want to give that up.

Not only that, but Tommy was starting to take up all her time during school too. By an unfortunate coincidence, she’d been placed in Kim and Trini’s biology class and had somehow taken Kim’s place as Trini’s lab partner.

Kim wasn’t stupid, she saw how Tommy looked at Trini. She’d bat her eyelashes and smirk, walk so closely to Trini that their shoulders bumped. It seemed like harmless flirting in the beginning and maybe, yeah, Tommy had a crush on her. This was Trini Gomez they were talking about after all. Who wouldn’t have a crush on her? But Kim was slowly being pushed to the side and she didn’t like it. She didn’t like it one bit.

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Yeah, I think she knows Bellamy… we know in this world we’re not all gonna make the right decisions, and even when it’s the right decision it might not be for Harper, but she knows the decisions Bellamy makes comes from a big heart.

I think we’ve really seen this amazing dynamic with Bellamy, going from this strong ‘whatever the hell we want!’ to just a huge sense of empathy. I’m shocked when I watch the scenes this season, I tweeted that, too, that this feels like a whole new Bellamy to me. And I think Harper sees that, and Harper wears her heart on her sleeve too. She trusts in people who have empathy like she does, and she believes in Bellamy’s leadership.

—  Chelsey Reist about Bellamy/Harper
Assist Me (Part 5)

Summary: With little to no experience and no approval, you are secretly trained to be an Avenger.

Word Count: 1757

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7

Originally posted by caps-bucky

“You what?”

“I did,” Bucky rolled his eyes back in content. The memory of last night was fresh in his mind, and he wish he could relive the moment a million more times.

“I knew she liked you. It was so obvious,” Sam sneered.

“How?” Bucky was ecstatic to hear what Sam had to say. Although Sam proposed that you had liked him all this time, he still wanted to know what made him think so.

Sam stood up, grabbing a water bottle from the top his dresser. “She tried to act like she was uninterested whenever you were around. When you spoke, she had this small shy smile that she only got with you. I can’t read people that well but to me she was an open book. Definitely wears her heart on her sleeve.”

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There Are Worse Things

Pairings/ Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: The Reader and Dean’s relationship…or lack thereof

Prompts: #laurahits1k, There are Worse Things I Could Do from the movie Grease

Word count: 882

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, heartache, fear, abandonment

A/N: @just-another-busy-fangirl@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, my beta

*Bold & in Italics are song lyrics*

*GIFs are not mine*

There are worse things I could do,
Than go with a boy or two.

“Sam. Dean. Hurry up and find the bones. I think I saw five-oh patrolling the lot.”

“Well princess, if you got your ass down here and help us dig, maybe we’d be done already…” Dean huffs in a frustrated voice while Sam chuckles at your “arguement.” Sam knows you both have feelings for each other but are too stubborn and pig-headed to actually do anything about it.  So these little “arguments” will continue until one of you eventually snaps and reveals your feelings or runs away.

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Even though the neighborhood thinks I’m trashy,
And no good,
I suppose it could be true,
But there are worse things I could do.

“Y/N? Why are you dressed like…well….that?” Dean asks in a worried tone.

She was wearing a red and black pinstriped corset that showed way too much bust (in Dean’s opinion anyway), a black pleated skater mini skirt that showed off her muscular legs beautifully, and calf-length faux leather 4-inch stiletto heels.

“Like what?” she asks with a raised brow and angrily pursed lips

“Nevermind. I’m just gonna stay here and do some research.  You and Sammy have fun.” Dean mumbles while nervously running his hands across the back of his neck repeatedly.

I could flirt with all the guys,
Smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
Make them think they stand a chance,
Then refuse to see it through.
That’s a thing I’d never do.

“Y/N, please don’t do anything rash like take that douchebag back to the motel.” Dean pleads with you nervously with a hint of disgust.

“Dean, relax. I can handle myself. Besides, I never said I was going to bring him back with me tonight…:” Y/N whispers into his ear before sauntering over to the mark.

I could stay home every night,
Wait around for Mr. Right.
Take cold showers every day,
And throw my life away,
On a dream that won’t come true.

Y/N was sitting alone, curled in on herself under the covers of her motel bed while trying to shut out the sounds of sex filling the room through the thin walls.

Tears run silently down her face as she hears the woman screaming out for Dean and she could barely hear his moans and groans. Her heart aches at the feeling that he will never be with someone like her. Besides, why would Dean Winchester ever love her when he can have any woman he likes? There must be something wrong with her for Dean to ignore the fact that she wears her heart on her sleeve. Hell, even Castiel knows that she loves Dean and he’s oblivious to most common things like flirting or good natured bantering back and forth that has been the staple of Y/N and Dean’s “relationship.”

I could hurt someone like me,
Out of spite or jealousy.
I don’t steal and I don’t lie,
But I can feel and I can cry.
A fact I’ll bet you never knew.
But to cry in front of you,
That’s the worst thing I could do.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t watch him go on with these bar flies. Every new conquest steals a little more of my soul and the love I feel for him turns to pain. I’m tired of being alone and in pain. I think that after this hunt, I’m going to pack up and leave. I’ll just disappear and Dean will forget about me easily enough. It really is better this way.” Y/N mutters to herself as she drowns her sorrows and tears into the bottle of Jack she got from the corner market earlier.

Y/N packs the rest of her belongings away and hitches a ride heading out of town. As the tears fall silently down her cheeks, she prays that Dean can find the happiness he deserves even though it will never be with her. Maybe in the years to come, she can forget about the broken heart she got from loving the emerald-eyed hunter but for now, she resigns herself to the constant ache of unrequited love settles into every fiber of her being.

*Dean’s Pov*

“I wonder what I did wrong, Sammy? Y/N doesn’t talk to me anymore. She barely looks at me and I think I did something stupid to drive her away. I know she’s in the life and it’s dangerous for her just knowing me but I can’t help myself and the way I feel about her. I want to, no I need to have her by my side. When she’s not near me, I panic. Of course I do something stupid but she always forgives me. I think that this time is different though… This time I know that there are worse things than having her die in my arms.” Like having her leave me for good.

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  • She would be heartbroken, she always wears her heart on her sleeve so to not see her S/O there hurts. 
  • She’s fully convinced that her S/O has just abandoned her, and she starts to assume the worst. 
  • That S/O was using her, they abandoned her, they don’t want to be with her anymore, or worst of all that they hate her. 
  • She would start to go into panic mode so she wouldn’t hear S/O coming back out of the bathroom. Or them approaching her 
  • It’s only when she feels a hand on her shoulder that she snaps out of it. The confused look on her S/O’s face is enough to tell her that she was overreaticng. But she can’t hide the relief that floods her face as she crushes her S/O in a hug.
  • “I thought you left me love” “I would never do that”


  • Mercy always does her best to think logically. So when she wakes up the next morning and doesn’t see her S/O beside her anymore she stops for a moment but she doesn’t panic. 
  • She starts to think about what could have possibly made her S/O leave her side. They are both part of Overwatch, so the chance that they were summoned for a mission or debriefing is there. 
  • However that seems unlikely as she would have probably known about it and it’s far to early in the morning. It’s only when she goes through a bunch of different scenerios that she feels maybe her S/O has left her. 
  • Until she hears the bathroom door opening behind her and see’s her S/O come out. 
  • Of course in her haste to think of where her S/O could be she forgot the most obvious answer. 


  • She would act like it doesn’t matter. Waking up and not finding her S/O beside her. After all she doesn’t feel so why would she be sad. But of course those are just pretty words. 
  • She would be sad, not to the point of tears, but more of a stinging disappointment. After all she finally put her trust in someone and they repaid her by leaving 
  • She would start to think extremely bitter thoughts, about her S/O, about herself, about their relationship, about everything and anything. 
  • She just doesn’t want to admit to herself that she’s hurt. 
  • So when they just casually appear o their side of the bed she’s ready to curse them for thinking they can just do as they please.
  • Until they apologize for going to bathroom so early and waking her up. She stops dead and takes a moment to process what they just said. 
  • Before saying it doesn’t matter and acting like she’s going back to sleep. In reality she just doesn’t want her S/O to see her shame blush.