sorry about the grass

Medli of the Earth

Fell in love with her the moment I saw her.  So of course, I had to draw her.

i’m so so so grateful that one of the biggest and most important lessons in mushishi is just simply to live and keep living. that nature is constantly giving back life, urging you to pick yourself up again, telling you that the world is so big and that there are so many places to belong. weigh every bit of sadness and happiness in your hands as a reminder that you are still alive. rebuild, heal, even after devastation and loss. live and survive in any way that you can.

Robb Stark - Lady Wolf

Originally posted by snows-os

Summary: The young wolf and the King in the North, Robb Stark has been away from Winterfell for quite some time. However, his mind kept wandering back to the castle and to his brothers and to one very special lady. The girl they called his lady wolf. He wonders if they will ever be reunited. One day, his prayers are answered and he is reunited with his lady wolf.

Pairing: Robb x Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Robb Stark, Grey Wind, Edmure Tully, Catelyn Stark. Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Ned Stark, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Theon Greyjoy (Mentioned). Jamie Lannister, Osha, Hodor (Briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Mentions of death, fluff

A/N: So, I’ve been crushing on Robb Stark/Richard Madden recently and when this idea came to me, I just had to write it.

A/N/N: A huge thank you to @mo320 and @pollaluci for being my wonderful betas for this. Another thank you is in order for @mo320 for helping me with the title.

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Fair warning - this is kinda long? At least for me? ^^
If you’d like some background music - I’ve been listening to this while writing this… thing ^^

The Great Lake is calm today. There’s only a gentle breeze. It caresses Draco’s face softly as he watches the clouds on the horizon. They’re dipped in pink and gold from the evening sun, which has already vanished behind the mountains. Draco can already feel the melancholy rise from the pit of his stomach. He clutches his knees tighter to his chest as his eyes search the sky. When he finds what he’s looking for, he just stares.

The evening star.

He tries to fight down the feeling that’s threatening to overpower him. But it’s no use. On impulse, he turns his head and gazes behind him. Parts of the castle are still in ruins. The teachers weren’t able to restore it completely until the new term started.

Draco doesn’t even know why he returned. He doesn’t belong here. Not anymore. He hasn’t for a while. The breeze suddenly picks up and turns chilly as it ruffles Draco’s hair. He fixes his eyes on the sky again and sighs. His chest feels heavy as the pink and gold slowly turn into a deep purple.

He always liked watching sunsets. Now it always feels like the sun is taking a part of him with it as it leaves, without ever returning it. Leaving him empty and hopeless.

He could just sit in the common room or go to bed early, instead of torturing himself like this. But, Draco reckons, he’s a masochist that way. He doesn’t deserve anything anyway.

Draco startles as he hears footsteps behind him. He briefly closes his eyes, irritated that somebody is interrupting this moment. He isn’t in the mood for company. He’s been avoiding pretty much everyone since the start of term.

He hears the intruder shift beside him, sitting down on the grass next to him. When Draco opens his eyes, he isn’t surprised to find Potter there, mimicking his pose. Of course it’s Potter. The git tried to talk to Draco several times. He confronted him, tried to argue with him. Then, even worse, he wanted to apologize to him, said some pretty drippy stuff, too.

Draco is having none of that.

“I’m really not in the mood to talk, Potter,” Draco says through gritted teeth.

“Who says we have to talk?” Potter retorts.

Draco raises an eyebrow at him. What is he playing at? Why else would he come out here?

Draco shivers as another breeze catches him off guard. It’s almost dark now. And with the darkness comes the desperation. The nightmares. Draco can barely keep a straight face at the thought. He scowls and balls his hands into fists.

He doesn’t want Potter to see him like this. Him of all people. Why can’t he leave Draco alone like the rest of them? Why is he insisting on making it harder for Draco? Is that it? Is he just trying to punish Draco for everything he did?

When Draco gets up a few moments later, Potter doesn’t move. He doesn’t look at him. Draco huffs as he makes his way back to the castle, cursing under his breath. He can’t be angry at Potter anymore. Not in the way he used to anyway. It’s a new kind of anger that’s coursing through him. It’s mixed with shame and regret.

Most of all, Draco is angry at himself. It’s all he can think about most days. He endures classes without listening to the teachers, he wanders the corridors without making eye contact with anyone. He rushes out of the Great Hall after dinner, grateful he’ll be able to do some more self-loathing in solitude.

When Draco makes his way to his usual spot by the Great Lake the next day, he sees Potter already sitting there. His stomach twists and he briefly considers turning around and walking away again.

No, Draco thinks. He will not back down like that. He’s been a coward for so long. He won’t give Potter that kind of gratification.

Potter remains silent as Draco seats himself next to him. What, now the git is respecting Draco’s wishes? Draco is tempted to snap at him, but he suppresses the urge and stares out at the Great Lake instead.

An hour passes and still neither of them speak. Draco feels all the warmth in his body slipping away from him again as night-time approaches. If Potter notices the change in Draco’s posture, he doesn’t let it show.

They walk side by side back to the castle, parting ways when they reach the Great Hall.

A week later, Draco finds himself sitting in his usual spot, looking frantically around for Potter. Why isn’t he here yet? He’s been here every single evening. Is he not coming today?

Draco isn’t even sure why he wants Potter to show up. They still haven’t said a single word to each other since Potter came to sit with him the first day. So what difference does it make really, if Draco is sitting here on his own?

It makes a hell of a difference, Draco realises, as the sun vanishes behind the mountains again. He hasn’t really noticed before, but the desperation hasn’t been that overpowering these last few days. Now, however, it hits Draco like somebody has slapped him.

He stays out longer that night, wallowing in self-hatred.

His mood doesn’t exactly improve when Potter does show up the next day. Draco ignores him, feeling hurt, while simultaneously being confused about why he’s feeling hurt.

Potter plops down on the grass and sighs.

“Sorry about yesterday. I had to finish my Transfiguration essay.”

Draco doesn’t look at him and only snorts. It’s meant to be an act of indifference. Somehow, Draco is almost sure it comes across as something entirely different.

But Draco has to admit, the second Potter sat down beside him, it felt like a huge weight has been lifted off his chest. He doesn’t understand why or how, but he knows he has Potter to thank for that. The thought makes him cringe.

But maybe it’s time to get over himself. Maybe it’s time to acknowledge that Potter has helped him. Is helping him. Saved him. Is saving him right now.

Draco doesn’t want to talk about the past. But maybe saying it once will be enough. Saying it once to the person he’s dreaded talking to the most.

Draco takes a deep breath and opens his mouth. All words leave him. He doesn’t know where to begin. He clamps his jaw shut again and berates himself for being this stupid. He tries again. He inhales sharply, turns around to Potter, his eyes wide.

“I-… I’m…”

Potter meets his gaze.

“I know,” he says. Draco blinks. He holds his breath unconsciously, waiting for Potter to go on.

“I know, Malfoy,” he simply repeats. And he smiles. Draco searches Potter’s face for any indication of what exactly he’s telling Draco. His gaze reaches Potter’s eyes and Draco is amazed by the sincere and warm glow in them.

And suddenly, Draco understands. Potter knows. There’s no need for words, for apologies. He knows. Draco isn’t sure if that means he is forgiven. He doubts it. How can somebody else forgive him when he can’t forgive himself?

“You know, you keep watching the sunset, but have you ever bothered to get up for sunrise?”

Draco is puzzled by this sudden question. He simply shakes his head.

“Well, we should change that then. I’ve always liked sunrise much better than sunset,” Potter says. Draco frowns at him.


Potter shrugs.

“I like watching the beginning of a new day.”

Draco wants to roll his eyes at Potter for being so corny, but he doesn’t.

“Would you want to? Watch the sunrise?” With me.

Potter doesn’t need to say it out loud for Draco to hear it. He doesn’t know what to say to that, so he just shrugs.

“Well, sunrise should be around 6:30 tomorrow. Let’s meet at 6 at the top of the Astronomy Tower then. It’s the best view from there.”

Draco almost chokes at the mention of the Astronomy Tower. Potter can’t be serious. Surely he hasn’t forgotten…

“No,” Draco mumbles, looking away. Potter is silent for a moment, probably watching Draco intently.

“You haven’t been up there since that day, have you?”

Draco tries to hide the pain he’s feeling. Draco doesn’t need to say anything for Potter to know he’s right. Draco sees him stretch out a hand from the corner of his eyes, but before it touches Draco, he lets it fall to his side again.

“I think we should go there anyway. It’s in the past, Malfoy.”

When Draco doesn’t say anything, Potter sighs.

“I know it’s not that easy. But I think it’s time to move on.”

Draco thinks about that for the rest of the night, while he’s in bed. It feels like the first time in forever that something’s keeping him awake other than the fear of his nightmares.

However, he’s not looking forward to going to the Astronomy Tower. This is one of the places his nightmares haunt him with. But, Draco figures, he’s been running away from them long enough now. Time to face them.

He knows it’s much too early to go up there. Potter won’t be there for hours. It’s probably around 3 am right now. But Draco doesn’t want to wait any longer. He suspects the longer he waits, the harder it will be.

So he rushes through the corridors, careful not to make too much noise, until he reaches the staircase. He braces himself as he slowly puts one foot in front of the other, his new found courage rapidly leaving him again.

When Draco reaches the top of the tower, he stiffens. Potter is already sitting by the window, wrapped in a blanket, another one lying beside him. He turns around as Draco’s footsteps echo off the walls. He looks tired and thoughtful.

“You’re early,” he murmurs. Draco raises an eyebrow at him.

“How long have you been here?” he asks. Potter smiles softly.

“A while.”

Draco just stares at him, not wanting to believe the implication of that. Has Potter seriously been here all night in case Draco decided to come early, so he wouldn’t be alone? Wouldn’t have to face this by himself? But why would he do that? No, it’s much more plausible that he simply couldn’t sleep, like Draco.

“Why are you doing this… f-for me?” Draco hears himself ask. Potter is still smiling at him.

“Maybe I’m doing it for myself, now that I finally get to be a little selfish.”

When Draco still doesn’t move, Potter grabs the blanket beside him and holds it out to Draco. Hesitantly, Draco reaches out and takes it. He wraps it around himself and sits down next to him.

Like they always do while watching the sunset, they don’t talk to each other. But Draco is now aware that he rather likes Potter’s company. Almost craves it. He finds himself shifting closer to him, until their shoulders, heavily wrapped in blankets, almost touch.

Potter doesn’t seem to mind, so they stay like that.

As the first rays of sunshine tickle Draco’s face, he suddenly feels something soft and warm on his left hand. He looks down to find Potter’s hand resting on his. Draco’s immediate reaction to pull away and scowl at Potter dies as tentative fingers stroke his skin. He looks up at Potter, who is still staring at the sunrise.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Potter murmurs. Draco doesn’t answer. All he can think about is the warmth he feels on his left hand. He looks down at it again in wonder as Potter’s fingers slowly curl around Draco’s hand. Draco lets him. An unfamiliar feeling is suddenly coursing through him, making him frown.

He startles as something touches the crease between his eyebrows. His head snaps up as Potter traces a finger up on Draco’s forehead, effectively smoothing out his frown. His other hand is still firmly curled around Draco’s.

“That’s better,” Potter says, smiling. Draco can feel the corner of his mouth twitching. Apparently it’s showing, because Potter starts practically beaming at him. He slowly lowers his head to the side until it’s buried in the crook of Draco’s neck. Draco instantly stiffens. This doesn’t seem to faze Potter. He lets out a sigh of contentment, which reverberates all through Draco’s body.

The way Potter’s hair is tickling his cheek isn’t as annoying as Draco would have thought and he even finds himself leaning into it. He feels Potter’s hand squeezing his fingers. Draco had no idea such a small gesture could make him feel like this. So Draco squeezes back.

As his gaze wanders over the Great Lake and the rising sun, Draco can’t help but suppress another twitch at the corner of his mouth.

This isn’t just a new day.

This is a new beginning.

Jughead & Reader: What You Needed

Summary: After going through a tough breakup, Jughead comforts you and the two of you find out that there’s more to your friendship than you thought.


Listen to: Passenger Seat - Death Cab For Cutie

It was halftime at the football game on a warm Friday night in Riverdale. The band was playing, the cheerleaders were dancing, and you were sitting on the bleachers with your boyfriend, listening to him list reasons why things aren’t working out. 

“We don’t have time to be together anymore, we’re not planning on going to the same colleges, I got a job so my weekends are shot, and I just… I think it’s better if we break it off,” he explained.

You stared at the field, jealous of all the smiling faces you saw. They looked so happy and so innocent, as if nothing in the world mattered as much as their own happiness. But your world looked vastly different and things were taking a dark turn as Rob kept talking. 

“I think we both know that our feelings for each other have changed,” he said. “I know you don’t like me as much as you used to and honestly… my feelings for you have changed.”

He kept going on and on, putting some of the blame on you. There were moments where the two of you were close to breaking up before but you always managed to work through the problems. Apparently Rob was tired of trying so he made you shoulder some of the blame, however irrational his reasons were. 

“I’m sorry but… it’s just over.” Rob got to his feet. You hadn’t said a single word to him since he started talking, explaining why he doesn’t want to be with you anymore. It wasn’t that you didn’t care. It was because you couldn’t find the courage to speak. You couldn’t figure out what to say to save your relationship with him and you realized that nothing would change his mind. 

He looked at you once more as you sat quietly at the top of the bleachers. Then he descended down the steps, walking over to his group of friends who were laughing and being rowdy as usual. Watching him, you saw he wasn’t really affected by the end of your relationship because a switch flipped and he was suddenly laughing and smiling.

Someone sat down next to you but you didn’t look. It was still hitting you that your year long relationship with Rob was over and you couldn’t do anything to save it. He was gone and the weight of that was beginning to crush you. 

“He’s an ass,” a familiar voice said. 

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«Yuma Mukami x Reader» One-Shot 『Farming buddies!』

【This one-shot will be kind of like the reader will be someone he met when he lived on the village. Yuma is twelve (so he’s still a human) and the reader is eleven. That’s about it. Lolol~】


《Third P.O.V.》

[Name] placed on her farming hat with a [Color] ribbon tied around it. “I’m out, mother!” She called.

“Yeah! Take care!” Her mother answered from the kitchen. She grinned and stepped out of the door and started going down the gravel path. She mumbled words of a small playing song.

‘London bridge is coming down, coming down, coming down. London is coming down. My dear lady’. She smiled and kept on jumping the puddles of water that the rain of yesterday night left.

[Name] passed by in front of the bakery and the wife of the director of the shop came out just as she passed through the door. “Oh. [Name]. Where are you going?” She asked with her old trembling voice. “To the farm. Yuma is waiting for me~” she smiled. “Oh, that’s good that you two are helping the poor old men that work.”

She looked back and took something on the side of the door. “Also here.” She handed her a bag, filled with bread. “Oh, no Miss. There’s no need—” “Take it. Don’t worry. You can share it when you get there.” [Name] took the bag between her arms and smiled.

“Then, thank you so much~” she smiled. “Thank you for helping the entire village.” The old woman farewelled her and closed the door. [Name] smiled and pressed the bread against her chest. It was warm between the chilly breeze of this humid spring.

She continued down the gravel path until reaching the scent of humid dirt and spotting the green fields. She now sprinted seeing that everyone had already start on their work. She jumped over the fence and landed on the green grass of the place.

“I’m sorry! Mrs. Carson stopped me on my way!” [Name] called out. The brown haired boy turned to look at her. “What do you have there?” He asked, looking into the paperboard bag she held on her arms. “She gave me bread so I could share it here~” she smiled.

“Oh! That’s amazing!” Yuma turned and whistled placing his fingers on his mouth. All men raised their heads and looked at both kids. “Hey! Anyone hungry!?” He shouted, grinning widely. Everyone started chuckling and chatting.

An old man in a rolling chair got closer “What do you have there?” He asked. “Fresh and warm bread~” she smiled handing him half of an whole one. “Thank you young lady.” He smiled weakly and started taking bites of it.

As men made a line in front of both kids, the bread started slowly vanishing. The last one was a woman who was pregnant, so [Name] smiled and gave her a whole one. The woman smiled kindly and nodded her head in a thankful way.

And that was it. There wasn’t any more breads on the bag. Other than the half Yuma was able to get.
Yuma looked at the girl who went to the trash can on the side of a wooden table and trashed the bag.

He walked up to her and handed half of the half to her. “Here. You didn’t get any.” He blushed slightly. She grinned. “Thank you, Yuma~” she took the bread from her hands and took a bite. “Woah…! Delicious!” [Name] exclaimed. Yuma chuckled.


The sun was about to hide behind the trees that surrounded the village. Work was done.

[Name] cut out the stem of a flower and used it to pick her hair up. She heavily sighed after inhaling through her nose. “The chilly breeze of spring is really great…” she grew a small smile.

Yuma pushed his forelock back. “Yeah… it make me feel relax.” He crouched down to pick up a shovel and placed it in his shoulder. “We should get going.” He said. [Name] turned to look at Yuma who was sweating like crazy from work. She cut off another stem, this time the one of a closed up tree with hanging plants.

[Name] took out the rest of the leaves on it and walked close to Yuma. “What?” He asked. She grabbed a handful of his long brown cocoa hair with both hands as she held the plant on his mouth.

“What’s with that?” Yuma asked twisting his mouth. “Don’t worry. I’m jut picking up your hair. It looks really hot.” She mumbled between her teeth because of the plant stem. Once she controlled his long locks of hair, she took the stem out of her mouth and wrapped it around his hair making a very messy ponytail.

“Ready.” She smiled proudly. Yuma touched the nape of his neck and sighed. “Yeah, I’ll have to admit that it actually is really refreshing picking that monster up.” He chuckled.

“Do I look good?” He smirked playfully. [Name] nodded. “Yeah. I think you look better with your hair picked up.” He blushed because he actually didn’t expected her to answer that in such a way. “O-Oh… well thanks anyways for coming today also”. He stuttered and started walking in front of her.

“Ah! Wait, Yuma!” She called back running behind him. He chuckled loudly. “Catch me first!” He dropped the shovel and started running. “H-Hey!” She laughed and started chasing after him. Then rounded all the way through the fields of plants and the windmill. Then suddenly Yuma stumbled and his pace slowed. [Name] took that opportunity and jumped over him.

They rolled on the grass and [Name] landed on top of Yuma. “Ugh…” they both groan laughing. [Name] brushed her [Color] hair behind her ear and huffed. Yuma looked at her and blushed slightly.

“Um… [Name]… could you like— get off?” He asked uncomfortably. “O-Oh. Yeah. Sorry about that.”

She dragged herself back and sat on the grass. “Woah…! The sun is right about to set!” [Name] pointed up at the trees where the lights of the sun were about to disappear.
“True!” Yuma grinned.

Both remained sitting and looking on the far of the sky, until the darkness gulped down the light of evening. Yuma looked into his bag for something then handed it to [Name]. “Hm?” It was a shiny red, delicious looking apple.

“Woah… this looks amazing.” [Name] gasped and Yuma chuckled proudly.

“Of course. I grew them myself.” She turned to look at him. “But why did you only gave me?” She asked. He shrugged. “Just felt like it.” [Name] smiled leaned towards him. Placing a kiss on his cheek close to his lips. “I had fun today.

Then… see ya tomorrow.” She waved as she stood up and started walking away.

Still shocked, Yuma placed a hand on his cheek and smiled, slightly laughing through his nose. “Yeah… see ya tomorrow.”


【🥕Day 9: Yuma Mukami】

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Secrets (Josh Dun)

(I honestly had no idea how to approach this request and hopefully, I did somewhat of an okay job haha. I apologize if this sucks babe but hey you might like it. I really hope you do love you)

It was exactly easy putting yourself out there. Whether is was dating or trying to just have a normal conversation with someone. It wasn’t easy telling them the truth, there is always that fear of being rejected. Always a fear of being treated differently or people staring at you in a weird way.

Running your fingers through your hair you looked down at your phone.

“On my way promise :D” the message read, taking a deep breath you hit the lock button and set it down on the table.

“Can I get you started with anything as you wait” you heard someone ask, looking up at the girl in front of you, you smiled

“Can I just get a glass of water?” you asked, she nodded her head and smiled at you before she headed back behind the counter. Looking down at your lap you played softly with the ring on your finger, sliding it in and out slowly.

“Y/N?” you heard someone ask, quickly looking up you smiled at the red-haired boy in front of you.

“Hi,” you said excitedly as you stood up, he smiled and quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. A giggle left your lips as you hugged him back

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” he said with a chuckle as he motioned for you to sit back down. Smiling you sat back into the booth,

“You too” you replied excitedly “Two years” you added with a giggle, he nodded and rubbed the back of his head softly

“It’s crazy right” he chuckled as he leaned forwards a bit “I’m so glad we finally set this up,” he said as he looked over at the girl who made her way over to take your order.

Giggling you cuddled into his side, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders

“Sorry it took so long,” he said as the two of you continued to walk down the sidewalk towards your car. Shaking your head you stared down at you shoes

“It’s fine, I get that you have such a busy life” you replied looking over at him. He smiled at you and pressed his lips to your forehead

“I know but, I feel that I should have made more of an effort to finally meet the girl who has been driving me crazy” he chuckled as he rubbed your arm softly. You felt your cheek burning a smile on your face as you looked down at your feet.

“Well here I am” you giggled nervously

“Yeah here you are” he replied with a smile as he cuddled you closer to his side, looking up you noticed your white car, slowly moving away from his side you looked over at him

“Well this is me,” you said as you pulled the keys from your purse, he nodded and rubbed the back of his head slightly

“Can we do this again?” he asked shyly as he stared at you, quickly nodding your head you leaned up and pressed your lips to his cheek

“Let me know when you’re free,” you said opening your car “Since you know, you travel” you added with a wink. He laughed and nodded his head

“Wait,” he said as he placed his hand softly on your arm before you got into your car, he cupped your cheek and leaned down pressing his lips to yours softly. 

5 Months Later

“I promise it will be a great date night” he laughed, shaking your head you held onto his hand and followed him. Opening the door to his house he took your hand and led you to the couch. “Wait here,” he said with a smile before he took off running around his house. 

You had decided to go out to dinner but that didn’t go as planned. The restaurant had no available tables, it was 1-hour wait and Josh was being impatient, and anywhere you went it would be busy. Friday nights were not the best nights, everything was packed and trying to get a table for two seemed impossible. Sighing you reached down and removed your shoes setting them down next to the couch.

Giggling you sat on the blanket and watched as he brought out the pizza he had order.

“I know it’s not romantic,” he said as he set the box down and sat next to you, “The grass is also a little wet so sorry about that” he added as he rubbed his arm nervously. Shaking your head you leaned over and kissed his cheek softly

“It’s perfect Josh” you replied with a smile as you opened the box and grabbed a slice of the pizza “Pizza is always a great option” you winked at him. He chuckled and nodded as he took a bite from his slice.

Laughing you both jumped to your feet and tried to pick up everything as fast as possible

“Safe the pizza” he yelled as he grabbed the box and ran inside trying to shield the box with his body from the rain. Laughing you quickly picked up the blanket and ran towards the little porch in the backyard. Giggling you ran your fingers through your now damped hair and stepped inside the house.

Looking over at the boy who laid on the floor, his arms folded behind his back. His laughter filled his house as he stared at the movie he had picked. Smiling you placed the popcorn on the coffee table, he sat up and wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer to his side on the floor. Smiling you reached over and grabbed a bit of popcorn, his lips pressed to your temple before he reached over and grabbed a bit of popcorn for himself.

Gasping you looked over at him and moved your shirt a bit at the collar watching as the small piece of popcorn fell out. Glaring at him you grabbed a piece and tossed it at him. Laughing you reached over and tried to get the piece out of his hair. Jumping to your feet you ran around the couch

“Sorry” you giggled as you gripped the edge of the couch, he stood on the other side a smirk on his face as he stared at you “Josh” you laughed as you moved a bit around the couch. He laughed before he took off running after you. Giggling you ran towards the kitchen, your socks gliding across the floor you tried your hardest not to fall

“Come here” he yelled as he finally reached you and wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you towards him.

“I’m sorry” you laughed as you tried to get out of his grip. You turned around once your feet touched the ground. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he smiled down at you and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer. He leaned down and pecked your lips softly. Tangling your fingers into his hair you stepped closer and deepened the kiss.

“Josh,” you asked as you looked over at the boy, his head resting on your lap. He turned his head away from the TV and stared up at you. A small smile on his face.  "There’s something I need to tell you,“ you said biting down on your lip nervously. He nodded his head and stood up looking over at you.

“Please don’t say it’s not you, it’s me,” he said as his brown eyes stared at you with concern. A giggle left your lips and you shook your head

“No no,” you said with a nervous giggle “It’s not that,” you said placing your hand softly on his cheek.

“What is it,” he asked as he took your hand playing nervously with your fingers. Looking down at your tangled hands you took a deep breath.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while but I just haven’t had the courage” you mumbled “And don’t really know how to tell you. I thought about today for the longest time, and wondering when the time actually came. How would I tell you, or how would you react” you rambled on not making eye contact with him. Looking up as his index finger pressed to your lips.

“You can tell me anything,” he said softly “Absolutely anything” he added “Now what is it that you’re trying to tell me,” he asked as he tilted his head slightly to the right.

“Um,” you started to say “It’s not exactly easy to say” you added “It’s not something you just blurt out” you looked up at him. He nodded a bit and chewed softly on his lip as he stared at you “I’m transgender” you said quietly afraid of what he was going to do next. He stared at you and nodded his head again, he seemed to be processing it all “I know it’s not easy to process” you muttered. “But, I am a girl” you chuckled nervously “Yeah, I wasn’t born in a girls body but that’s not who I was meant to be” you added, resting your hands softly on your lap “This is who I am and this is who I’m meant to be” you said with a proud smile.

“I” he started to say before he looked over at you

“I understand if you want to go,” you said as you stood up, he quickly jumped to his feet and looked over at you

“You think I want to leave,” he asked raising his eyebrow, biting on your lip you played with the hem of your shirt nervously nodding a bit. He quickly shook his head and sat on the couch patting the spot next to him.

“I’m not leaving,” he said looking at you “Like you said it’s not easy to say but, let me just take this all in” he added as he placed his hand softly on your lap “But, I’m not going anywhere” he whispered. Looking down at your lap you focused on his hand that rested gently on your leg. “Why were you scared to tell me,” he asked.

“Josh we both know how judgmental people can be, how close minded they can be when it comes to this topic” you said looking over at him “It’s hard to tell people because you never how they will react” you added “I was afraid that you would be angry or would look at me differently” you whispered. He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb softly across your skin

“Don’t ever be afraid to be open with me. Don’t be afraid to tell me anything” he said as he pressed his forehead softly against yours “I will never look at you differently” he added. “I love you,” he said looking into your eyes “I love you the way you are and I love everything about you” he added.

“You love me,” you asked looking up at him, he chuckled nervously and nodded his head

“Yeah I do,” he said before he pressed his lips softly against yours.

Tracing the tattoos on his arm, you chewed softly on your bottom lip. His arm wrapped around you holding you close to him. Looking up at him, he looked away from the TV and smiled down at you. Leaning down he kissed the tip of your nose as he rubbed your back softly.

“I love you” he whispered, looking up at him, you couldn’t help but smile

“I love you too” you replied nuzzling closer to him. He sighed quietly and wrapped both of his arms around. His chin resting gently on the top of your head.

Overwatch Fanfiction: (McCree/Hanzo)

Title: A Date Worth Remembering 

Chapter 1: A Gift From Me to You

Paring: McCree x Hanzo

Rating: M

Summary: McCree and Hanzo have been secretly going out for a little while now. All behind closed doors as per Hanzo’s wishes. So they never went on a single date before. Determined to change that, McCree asks Hanzo out on their first and with some convincing, Hanzo reluctantly agrees. The question is: will this date end up in flames or will it end up with Hanzo killing McCree? Who knows?

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Jacqueline threw the red bouncy ball across the field, aiming for whatever made noise. If she hit someone she could take off her shades and blame it on being blind, not an asshole. She whistled, and felt a slobbery face on her hand, her rather large seeing-eye dog plopped the ball next to her, barking. “Quiet down Pants, Jesus!” She ordered, patting him on the head nevertheless, she threw the ball again, and heard the rather loud ‘thump’ that signified Pants had jumped on someone to retrieve the ball. Score two. Nice. She got up, holding her 'seeing’ stick with one hand and hitting the ground until she hit something other than grass. “Sorry about my dog.”