ugh i wish i could go

Can you feel the love tonight?

With Valentine’s Day next week, I decided some romance-inspired prompts would be fitting. No villains in this one - I am shocked at myself. Happy writing hopefully! <3


1) “Ugh, I wish friends could go on Valentine’s Day dates. They always have the best prosecco and cake deals - look at that, it’s so cute! And they give you candles.” 

“…do you want to go on a Valentine’s Day date with me?” 


2)  The ritual was supposed to summon my soulmate to me. I didn’t expect you. 


3)  “Bastard’s trying to prove he can out-romance me by giving me the best Valentine’s Day ever.”
“Why is everything always a competition with you two?”
“Competition implies he gets to win. Can you help me pick out a wedding ring?”


4) A flight, two trains and a taxi later, she stood outside her girlfriend’s home. The door had barely opened before she found herself flat on her back in a flurry of bags and excited limbs, being kissed senseless in the sunshine.


5) There were candles everywhere. 
“Are you having a date or a bloody seance?” 
“Long distance relationships are hard.” 


6) The touches started lightly, a whisper of fingers across the curve of a spine, the promise of lips against a throat, the flutter of hands at hips. You were entirely mine. 


7) “I am so sick of being in love with you.” 


8) “What is this?” The servant’s voice had gone hoarse, looking at the spread of food, the clean room, the…gift. Their heart pounded. 
“I know I don’t often act like I…appreciate everything you do for me.” The prince looked devastatingly earnest, one hand warm on his servant’s arm. 
“You called me as useless as wet paper yesterday.” 
“And I stand by that opinion,” a smirk tugged at the prince’s lips. His hand squeezed. “But you’re occasionally tolerable. So.” He nudged the servant closer to the table. 


9) “Oh god, you must be freezing.” She was yanked closer, hands rubbing her arms. 
“It’s - it’s fine.” 
“Here, take my coat.” 
“I couldn’t-”
The coat was blissfully warm, delightfully soft, and she melted. And realized exactly how close the two of them were now standing. 


10) “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” 
“No pressure there, then.” But it was hopelessly fond.

  • Person behind the camera: okay, Lana and Jen, I'm going to take a picture of you two.
  • Lana/JMo: *get closer and start wrapping their arms around each other*
  • Person: no, no. What do you think you are doing?
  • Lana/JMo: posing for the picture?!
  • Person: no, that won't work. Keep your distance.
  • Lana/JMo: Fine.
  • - after photo has been taken -
  • Lana: I never agreed to not share it. I'm gonna post it on Instagram.
  • JMo: ugh. I wish I could post it too.
  • Lana: don't worry, I got it covered. I'll post it on Twitter and Facebook as well.
  • Person: *sighs*
  • Lana: Snapchat? No, not Snapchat... I want it permanent. And I'm going to tag it swanqueen.
  • Person: *speechless*
  • Lana/JMo: *high five*
  • Lana: I wonder if MySpace is still a thing...
Saudade: Ch1

Dating Josh was honestly everything you could ever want it to be. Two years of the greatest moments of your entire life. You couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else. All your other boyfriends and girlfriends, small flings, stupid one night stands, it meant nothing. Josh was like your modern day Prince Charming. While he might not be the typical fancy haired, twinkling eyed, sharp dressed, perfectly postured gentleman, he was just as special. He had hair that changed color almost as frequently as the weather, mocha eyes that squinted and widened in just the right ways, a rather edgy and modern punk fashion sense, a cheesy humor, and a kind heart. You still remembered the moment you met as if it was just yesterday.

“What the fuck?” you cursed, tripping over your own feet and spilling the coffee cup in your hand to the floor, toppling onto the sidewalk, your palms skidding with the pavement.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” a voice cried behind you. Before you knew it, two hands were helping you to your feet, sputtering out apologies. “I didn’t look where I was going, oh my goodness, I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered, brushing yourself off before looking up, staring into the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. You were face to face with a guy who looked about your age, blue semi-curly hair, nose ring, gages, a snapback, NASA t-shirt, ripped jeans, and sneakers. He stared at you for a moment before reaching down to grab his cellphone, which you assumed had fallen out of his hand when he had bumped into you, as well as his skateboard.

“Texting and skateboarding,” he explained, turning red with embarrassment and letting out a nervous laugh. “Probably not the best decision.”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly.

“I’m super sorry about that coffee,” he cringed. “You okay? You took quite the fall.”

“I’m fine,” you reassured. “Don’t worry about me.” You glanced at the spilled coffee on the ground.

“You sure?” he inquired.

“I’m good, I don’t know about my coffee,” you chuckled.

“I’m really sorry about that,” he sighed. “Um, how about I make it up to you? There’s a coffee shop down the street. If you’re not in a rush to get anywhere, maybe we could get you another one? It’s on me.”

“Sounds great,” you gave a light smile. “I was just heading to my apartment anyways.”

“I’m super sorry,” he repeated.

“It’s fine, stop apologizing,” you rolled your eyes. “It was just an accident. I’m quite the klutz myself, so I can relate.”

“Got it,” he relaxed his shoulders. “I’m Josh by the way.”

“Y/n,” you introduced, shaking his hand. You both exchanged a grin before walking towards the coffee shop, spilling out your life stories piece by piece, not knowing what great future destiny had planned for the two of you.

A small accident on the sidewalk transformed into an exchange of numbers in a coffee shop, which transitioned into regularly grabbing breakfast together each week, eventually evolving into attending a couple of his shows, and after a bunch of teasing from Tyler and several of your own friends, an official first date.

“A carnival,” you smirked when he led you towards the Ferris Wheel. “Leave it to someone like Josh Dun to take me someplace strange for a first date.”

“Why? You don’t like cotton candy and popcorn?” he raised an eyebrow teasingly, squeezing your hand he had been holding as you traveled down the boardwalk.

“I don’t know, it’s just unusual,” you shrugged. “I was expecting the whole fancy restaurant dinner or adorable little park picnic or something like that.”

“That’s so cliché,” he rolled his eyes. “Come on, we already exchanged numbers in a café. Isn’t that textbook enough for you?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” you giggled. “I love unusual.” You kissed him on the cheek and watched as he blushed, glancing at you and giving a small smile before you stepped in line to ride the wheel.

Josh spent the entire evening with you, winning you small plush animals, buying you funnel cake, traveling with you through a mirror maze, taking pictures of you riding the carousel, painting your faces, and even getting some animal balloons from a clown. You both ended up straying away from the boardwalk and sitting down by the beach, taking off your shoes and going for a late night walk by the shoreline, holding hands and talking about your favorite things in the world.

“I really like sunsets,” you explained. “The streaks of color and how they settle in the sky, the way the sunlight filters through the clouds, the entire peacefulness of it, it’s beautiful.”

“I like cats,” Josh added. “They’re so fluffy and they make adorable purring sounds and I think they have super cool eyes. They’re neat.”

“Finding money in the pockets of your jeans,” you laughed. “Like when you’re doing laundry or putting on an old pair of pants and you reach into your pockets and find money you forgot was there. That’s a great feeling.”

“You know what else is a great feeling?” Josh asked. “Spending an evening with a lovely lady like you, being able to hold her hand and look into her eyes, walk with her alongside the ocean, and know that you truly love her.”

“Yeah?” you wondered, pausing your walking and looking at him for a moment.

“Definitely,” he nodded. There was a pause. “I love you, y/n.”

“Well that’s lucky for you,” you grinned. “Because I’m pretty sure I love you too, Josh. And that’s one of my favorite things in the entire world.”

“What?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Loving you,” you rolled your eyes. You stared at each other, as if searching for something, before he cupped your face with his hands, studying your face for a second before kissing you, placing his lips to yours and letting the rest of the world fade away.

Since then, your small bud of feelings for Josh blossomed into a passionate flower of love. You started to spend all your time together, going to almost all of his shows, watching entire television series together, falling asleep cuddling on the couch, accompanying him to interviews and award shows, and even dying his hair red and pink. You spent hours drinking iced coffee, singing Blink-182, shopping for beanies and snapbacks, watching Stranger Things episodes, going to the pet store just to play with the cats, making occasional trips to the tattoo parlor, and eating countless amounts of burritos. It was the smell of bubblegum and having sweet sex and wearing his sweatshirts and silly texts and late night city walks and open mouthed kisses and trying to learn to skateboard and penny fountain wishes. Loving Josh was everything you had hoped it to be and more.

“Good morning,” he greeted in a sing song voice, kissing your forehead that morning. “Wake up sleepy head.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, fluttering open your eyelids. “It’s way too early. It’s like seven in the morning.”

“You know it’s our two year anniversary,” he smiled. “Big day.”

“I know,” you chuckled, pressing your lips to his. “How could I forget?”

“I was thinking, I don’t know, maybe we could go to Disney World?” he raised an eyebrow.

“What?” you widened your eyes.

“I sort of already got tickets,” he grinned. “Our flight leaves at ten.”

“You’re crazy,” you rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a kiss. “Wait. Are you serious?”

“Definitely,” he nodded. “I scheduled everything. We can stay for three days, go on all the rides, pose with the characters, watch the fireworks, the whole experience. It’s going to be great.”

“I fucking love you,” you beamed. “I also can’t believe you.”

“Surprise,” he laughed.

“You’re the best,” you kissed him again.

“I just wanted to take my very own princess to the magical castle,” he shrugged. “Special occasion.”

It was days like these that reminded you just how much you loved Josh. The adorable plans and surprises, his childlike awe and innocence, his contagious laughter and smile, everything about him. He even bought you matching Mickey Mouse ears to wear and took you to see your favorite Disney princess. A couple weeks after, you were sitting on the couch when the topic came up.

“I think you’re hiding something,” you murmured as you were cuddling on the couch, just having finished a season of X Files. “You’ve been quiet lately.”

“I’m fine,” Josh dismissed, but you turned around to face him, looking him in the eyes.

“You’re not telling me something,” you insisted. “Josh.” There was a moment of silence.

“I didn’t want to tell you until it was official,” he sighed. “I still don’t really know for sure.”

“You’re leaving for tour,” you stated flatly. “Aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “I mean, Tyler and Mark are still working out dates, but yeah.”

“When are you leaving?” you asked.

“Next month,” he explained. His voice went soft. “Or next week.”

“Next week?” your eyes went wide. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he sighed. “We wanted to surprise the fans with a tour and we’ve been practicing and stuff and we’re releasing dates tomorrow but-”

“But you just didn’t think it was important to tell me,” you muttered, obviously agitated with him.

“Y/n, it’s not like I was keeping a secret or anything,” he argued. “I just didn’t know. Okay? Please don’t be angry at me. I just, well, I was afraid to tell you. I didn’t want you to be mad, but I guess you already are, so, I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you took a deep breath. “I overreacted. I’m just sad to see you go. I’m going to miss you.”

“You know I’d take you along if I could,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “If Ty would let me, I’d wrap you in my arms and carry you everywhere I go. Even on stage. I’d let you sit on my lap as I play the drums, be up there on stage with me, right next to my heart.”

“You’re silly,” you rolled your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he gave a small smile.  “You know what else I’m going to miss, though?”

“What?” you raised an eyebrow.

“This body,” he smirked, grazing his hand against your side. “The way your lips feel against mine, how sweet they taste, what miracles they perform when they’re all over my skin…”

“Yeah?” you flickered your eyes up to meet him.

“Yeah,” he nodded. Josh slipped a hand underneath your shirt and up your back slowly, sliding his fingers underneath your bra and beginning to unhook it. “I think we better do a little something special before I leave, right?”

“Definitely,” you whispered.

Everything with Josh was sweet. Being with Josh was a warm cup of café coffee or a sugary tuft of carnival cotton candy. Each touch of his hand was a brushstroke of a painter, every kiss a spoonful of honey, all of his movements as if the light breeze that blows on a sunny spring day. So of course, sex with Josh was always just as sweet. “Lift your arms for me, baby,” he mumbled, slowly inching the fabric of your shirt up your arms, then taking the time to kiss you on the lips again. He trailed his mouth down your jaw, your neck, and towards your breasts, swiftly unclasping your bra and delicately sliding it from your arms as well. Undressing each other was as if performing a graceful waltz, each move just a part of the dance, every thrust of the hips a simple sashay, each roll over a graceful twirl, all movements combined in a beautiful choreography, intertwined with the symphony of your heartbeats and breathing. It was slow and simple and so raw and pure, the most amazing feeling in the world simply compacted into one human being, and he was in your arms, against your body, within you, overwhelming you and taking over, and you savored every second of it.

“I want you,” you mumbled against his neck as you bunched up his shirt and slowly slid it upwards, over his head, tossing it to the side before traveling your lips down his chest. You tugged down his shorts and he lifted you up for a moment to kiss you again, his hands finding your hips and gently sliding his thumbs underneath the waistband of your leggings, hooking his fingers around your panties and inching them both down your thighs, his hand traveling towards your core and making you hum with delight. He brushed past your folds for a second to slide his fingers through your wetness before tugging down your leggings and panties to your ankles, helping you kick them off and then climbing on top of you, slowly grinding down on you through the fabric of his boxers. Both of you let out a slight moan and you reached for the fabric, tugging it down and letting his erection spring free, sliding them down his legs.

“Condom,” he reminded and you sighed, chewing on your lower lip as he reached towards the drawer of the nightstand and pulled one out, your eyes fixed on his movements and the pool of wetness between your legs growing as he ripped the foil open with his teeth and rolled it on over his length, repositioning himself above you and kissing you softly. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

“Please,” you murmured and he nodded, lining up with your entrance and slowly sinking in, making you inhale sharply, wrapping your arms around him as he went deeper inch by inch, finally filling you up to the hilt and letting out a soft moan.

Both of you began to rock back and forth, small slow thrusts making you close your eyes and tilt back your head, giving Josh access to your neck, his lips carefully placing kisses on your skin and down to your breasts, each movement so sweet and graceful. He held you in his arms as if you were fragile glass, a porcelain doll meant to be treated with upmost care, a precious jewel uncovered from the depths of the ocean. It made you feel warm and special and safe and so happy, the way his skin brushed against yours making your body relax against his, both of your movements combining into pure bliss. “Baby, I’m close,” he whispered.

“Me too,” you bit down on your lower lip and nodded, both of you starting to shake and quiver in each other’s arms, each thrust of your hips gaining momentum until you both reached your climax, moaning loudly and riding out the waves of orgasm, your bodies pressed so close together until finally it settled. You were wrapped in each other’s arms for a moment before he pulled out, untangling your sweaty exhausted limbs from each other and letting Josh slide off and tie the condom, tossing it into the trash as you reached for the blankets that had fallen off the bed, covering yourself in them. Josh smirked and wrapped you in his arms, sighing.

He stared at you for a moment before closing his eyes tight. “God I’m going to miss you,” he sighed. You kissed again, pressing your lips to his for a moment before pulling away. “I wish I didn’t have to go.”

“Don’t say that,” you frowned. “I want you to have fun. I want you to play your heart out on stage every single night. I want you to smile. And if not for you, then for me. Promise?”

“Promise,” he agreed, kissing the top of your head. He sighed. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I am too,” you mumbled. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”

Here's some fluffy Jeddy for ya'll! 😄

Ok so this is based on that soul mates AU where your soul mate’s hair color is the colour of your eyes. Your eyes also change colour to match their hair if they dye it.


James hated his soul mate. Who even changes there hair color five times a day? To be honest, the person seemed pretty cool and James loved all the attention he got, but waking up at 2 am to have a very late midnight snack and being scared out of your skin when you look into the mirror on your way back because your eyes are suddenly a bright  bubblegum pink is not so cool.

James was pretty sure he was dead when he felt someone jump on top of him. He opened an eye and Lily shrieked immediately. “Your soul mate’s a punk! Honestly, who has yellow hair?” Lily asked, laughing hysterically.  

“I can’t go to your party like this! What is wrong with this person! Oh and happy birthday by the way…” James sat up, scratching his hair and yawning.

“Hah! You remembered!  Don’t worry big bro your soul mate changes their  hair every hour, It’ll be neon green by night! Lily said, before running away as James threw a perfectly aimed pillow at her.

“I didn’t get you a present!” James shouted after Lily  as she closed the door to his bedroom behind her.

James groaned and buried is face into his pillow. He hated getting up early. And most of all he hated taking a shower.

It was a Sunday morning and he couldn’t believe he was already in the shower. 8 am was just too early. It’s Lily birthday, he thought to himself, everybody’s going to be there at the party. No, he had to look presentable.

He dried himself up with a flick of his wand and got dressed quickly. He wasn’t joking about not having a present for Lily yet. What do you even give to annoying little 16 year old girls on their birthdays?

James decided Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes would be the best choice, it was his and Lily’s favourite shop after all, he also hadn’t visited his uncles Fred and George in a while.

He apparated to Diagon Alley and was greeted by a bunch of Weasley kids.

“Hey James!” Rose waved towards him “You’re going to Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes too, aren’t you?  We could all go together!”

“Sure!” James said, walking towards the the noisy little group.

Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes was tightly packed with young witches and wizards as always. James caught a glimpse of his uncle Fred demonstrating a new trick to an excited group of kids. He walked over to where the dung bombs were kept and found his uncle Sirius (technically they were his granddad’s best friends but grand uncle sounded quite weird…Sirius agreed with him) there looking way more excited than the kids uncle Fred was with. Remus was standing behind him looking defeated.

“What do you even do with dung bombs?” James asked, walking towards them with a wide grin. Sirius was his favourite uncle.

“Oh don’t ask. He drags me here every month!” Remus said, glaring at Sirius.

“You’re going to be there at the party too, right?” James asked, picking up 6 dung bombs in one hand.

“Yeah sure, we’ll be there!” Sirius and Remus said together.  

“Love the turquoise eyes, James! Bet they were bright yellow just this morning.” Sirius said, winking at James and then quickly turning to Remus with a knowing smirk.

“How do you know?” James asked, he was sure they knew something he didn’t.

“Oh, forgot we said anything! We’ve got to go now! See you at the party, James!” Remus was now walking away from James, full speed, dragging Sirius behind him, who was waving at James.

James sighed. Real weird family he had…but he loved ever last one of them, even if they were total nut cases.

James knew Lily loved dung bombs and he was quite proud of her to be honest. She could be really annoying sometimes, but James and Lily got along really well. The amount of hexes Lily knew made James really proud and scared him at the same time.

It was almost time for the party, James had spent half the day brewing up a hurricane in his closet. He had finally settled on his favourite black tee which said ‘Mischief Managed’ on the front in gold. He had charmed it to work like an exact replica of the Marauder’s Map but only the person wearing it could use it. It wasn’t that useful, but James loved it. He looked into the mirror, his eyes were indeed a beautiful mix of green and blue. This he could live with.

“People are going to be here any moment now, James! - Oh hello, Scorpius!” Albus sounded really excited. James was sure he had something going on with that Malfoy kid.

James apparated downstairs, ( why walk when you can apparate, right? ) the hall looked amazing. Their mom had gone a bit overboard decorating the place. Christmas was around the corner and so Lily’s birthday party was Christmas themed. They had even bought a tree and the roof was charmed to look like the night sky with soft snowflakes falling occasionally and disappearing into thin air before falling to the floor. A bunch of mistletoe hung around every corner, and trays with cups of hot chocolate flew around the hall.

James got himself a cup and then proceeded to blast some muggle rock music, which he and Lily adored, in the highest possible volume at which the neighbours wouldn’t consider calling the police.

In half an hour the room was tightly packed with people. James went over to where his grandparents were. He found Sirius and Remus next to them. Remus was an exceptionally good dancer, he noted with a grin.

“Hey dads!” he heard someone call form behind him. As he turned around to have a look at who this person was, he felt time freeze. The person before him was just a bit taller than him, he had a beanie on but the blue-green hair peaking out from the front of it was unmistakable.

James spent the next few minutes staring at Teddy as he talked to Sirius and Remus. He had never really seen Teddy before…well, actually he might have, when they were kids, but he didn’t remember. Teddy was quite scrawny actually, but in a really cute way. He had really long lashes but James couldn’t really make out his eye colour. He so hoped that they were dark brown.

“Hey James! You haven’t met Teddy yet, right? Come over here!” Sirius was full on smirking at him now, he had one arm around Teddy’s shoulder and Teddy was looking straight at him. For a moment James couldn’t breath. And going by Teddy’s face he looked like he couldn’t either. His lips were slightly apart and James could swear he was blushing a bit. As James walked over to right in front of Teddy, he could see his eyes were the exact shade of really dark brown as his hair.

“Hello Teddy… I mean I’m Teddy..uh hi!” Teddy said, extending a hand towards James. James shook his hand, they were still staring at each other and it took James a bit (way too much actually) longer than it should have to realise that they were still holding hands and he hadn’t said a word.

“Uh I-I’m James, nice to meet you Teddy!” James couldn’t control the blush that was slowly creeping up to his cheeks. He abruptly let go of Teddy’s hand and ran it though his hair, which he had spent hours on to make it look perfectly messy.

“James…” Teddy repeated his name, just loud enough for James to hear. Hearing his name on Teddy’s lips made him want to kiss him senseless right in front of his family. He decided he couldn’t trust himself enough, he had to go find Lily.

“I-l’ve got to go find Lily…see you around Teddy!” he turned around and disappeared into the crowd. He could hear Teddy asking him to wait but he needed to get away before he dragged Teddy into a room or something.

“Lily, help.” James was out of breath when he found Lily.

“So Teddy Lupin, huh?” Lily turned to him with a smirk.

“Well. Yes, and how do you know? And why is everyone smirking at me like that!? Ugh.” James buried his face into his hands.

“It’s my birthday, silly! He came to wish me, I noticed the turquoise hair, he’s cute. Now go kiss him!” Lily’s smirk was only getting more ridiculous.

“Merlin, LILY! I can’t just kiss him! I need a plan, ok?” James was beginning to get sick of that evil smirk.

“Ok here’s the plan. You go find him, ask him to dance. They I play some sick beat and you casually sneek him into your room and then you snog him for eternity!- Oh look there he is!” Lily had that mischievous spark in her eyes which she had gotten from her mother.

“Yeah, that sounds about right…wait, what?” James turned around and was pushed into someone. “Oops!” he herd Lily giggle behind him.

Suddenly he couldn’t think straight anymore. Strong arms were around him and his heart was in his throat.

“Are you ok, James?” Teddy whispered into his ear as he pulled him back up and took a step away from him.

He didn’t want him to move at all, James had gone all weak at the knees and was sure he’d fall if he didn’t find a support soon enough.

“willyoudancewithme?” he blurted out, resting his arm on the table next to him in the most awkward way possible.

“Um…what?” Teddy asked, in confusion. He looked really cute when he was confused.

““W-Would you like to dance with me?” James was trying not to stutter but Teddy was still staring at him.

“I’d love to!” Teddy exclaimed, laughing, and just as he pulled James close and placed his hands on his shoulder ‘Voices’ by ‘Cheap Trick’ started playing and everybody in the room whooped and clapped in approval. James cursed under his breath.

Teddy was a very very good dancer and James was struggling to keep up. Teddy was laughing into his ear as he pulled him closer still. James was falling for him every second.

“Can we go somewhere quite?” Teddy asked, weaving their fingers together. James could actually feel butterflies in his stomach.

“Sure, Follow me.” James led Teddy through the crowd of people towards his room. They were still holding hands and James was finding it hard to breathe.

“Um…this is my room.” James said, opening the door.

Teddy stared at him for a while and then pushed him into the room and pinned him to the back of the door in one fluid motion, closing the door shut in the process.

“Where were you all my life.” Teddy whispered, fixing him to the spot with his mesmerising gaze, it was impossible to look away.

“Where were you all my life” James whispered back. Teddy was too close to him. Their bodies were pressed together in all the right place, there was absolutely no space between them.

“Let’s talk later ok?” Teddy said before kissing him slowly at first, savouring each second.

James felt fireworks explode in his heart. He had never been kissed before, and this was the most amazing feeling in the world. Teddy bit down on his lower lip gently and James just couldn’t control the little noises that were escaping his lips. Teddy’s tongue was in his mouth and James had his fingers  tangled in his hair, gripping it tight enough to make Teddy moan in a way that was driving him crazy. Every kiss was like a promise for more to come, little glimpse of the eternity they had before them.

When they finally broke, apart both of them were gasping for air.

“Your eyes are bubblegum pink.” Teddy was giggling now, their foreheads touching.

“Your hair is bubblegum pink.” James laughed along with Teddy, twisting his body so that it was now Teddy who was pinned to the door.

“You’re going to have to visit a lot more frequently from now on.” James said, nibbling on his lower lip.

“Hmm, looks like I will be visiting quite frequently.” Teddy replied, pulling James into a hug.

I hope you like it! 😄😄😄 requests are always open 😊

  • dally: i just miss johnny so much man. i hope he's okay and i hope that if he comes back i can stop being such a douche. cause i just block out all my emotions all the time cause i don't wanna get hurt, ya know? but he's like the light of my life. he makes me feel, man. and i just wanna protect him from all the bad things that keep happening to him but i can't actively do that because if i do then i'll blow my cover and everybody will find out how i feel and if i even admit how i feel to myself it'll ruin everything so i just have to protect him from a distance, but i feel like that isn't enough and it hurts. and now i really can't do anything because he's in a fucking church and he's gonna die in like two chapters and i can't take that. he's what's been keeping me going. i want to be a better man for him, because he deserves that you know. but it's hard and i feel like i'm not enough and i never will be enough and he's too pure and so i'll just ruin him even more. and sometimes i lie to myself and say everything will turn out fine but i know it won't. we're greasers and he just killed a kid and i can barely take care of myself let alone him. which i don't need to worry about too much i guess because he can hold his own in a rumble and stuff and he takes a shit ton of beatings from his old man. ugh i hate thinking about that. i wish we could both just go out in the country and live alone with a couple horses. maybe a dog, but it'd be his dog cause animals don't like me except for ponies. not ponyboy though i'm pretty sure that kid hates me. but it wouldn't matter cause it'd just be me and johnny cakes in a little country house with no worries at all. man i just wish we could be together. the world is fucked but i would beat the shit out of every single fucker in this town for me and him, you know man. he just makes me feel that strongly, y'know?
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  • the entire world: what
  • dally: i sAID I LIKE GIRLS AND ALCOHOL AND THE SUFFERING OF OTHERS,, NOTHIN LEGAL M,AN, I HAVE NO EMOTIONS WHATSOEVER, SEE WATCH ME BE APATHETIC, goD DON'T GET WISE YOU PUNKS

Bts is in Chicago rn and exploring the city without mobs of fans. I’m so happy that they can do that instead of being stuck in there hotel rooms. I’m so vary proud of Chicago army! I wish I could go to there concert so badly! Ugh! Knowing that bts are in my city is just so exciting! I hope there having fun.

My little brother wants to learn five different instruments. He’s been begging my mom for weeks to find him somewhere to learn a new language. He’s played seven different sports in the last two years, and is still doing four. When I ask him about school, he loves it. He wants nothing more than to learn. Science fascinates him, and history makes him want to travel the world, and reading makes him want to be an author, and math helps him understand everything. Learning is magical and wonderful and a gift to my 8 year old brother. But then I look around me, at all of my peers, and all I hear is how done people are with school. All I hear is complaints about grades and homework and teachers and tests. School is no longer about learning. I used to love school. I used to be swept up into a magical new place every time I stepped in the classroom. But now that feeling has been squashed. That feeling has been stomped down so deep inside that I can’t even begin to remember what it was like to love school. Now I’m left counting the seconds until I can leave highschool and get away from it all. 31,104,000 and counting. He has so many dreams, and ambitions, and such a fantastic way of looking at life. I wish I had that too. I wish I could still dream of being in movies, or going to the moon. Now I dream practical dreams. Now I dream of things like economics, and desk jobs, and paperwork. I no longer have my ambitions because school told me they cant be done. I wish I could be like my little brother when I grow up, because what better thing to be, than a little kid.
—  A commentary on the American school system and dreams 

I’m A Proud Pagan

Ivar Ragnarsson X Reader
Modern AU (Jul/Christmas)


You woke up first, sitting up you stretched and looked down at your sleeping boyfriend Ivar. Standing up, you went to the window and looked outside at the snow. It made you ridiculously happy that it was snowing on Jul. But you knew Ivar wouldn’t share your enjoyment of it.

“Ivar.” You called and he groaned. You ran up to the bed and jumped onto him. “Ivar!” You yelled and he opened his eyes as you shook him.

“What?”

“It’s Jul.” You kissed him on the cheek.

“I hate Jul.”

“But why?”

“I’m a proud Pagan.” Ivar turned over and he pulled a pillow over his head.

“Oh come on. You can’t ignore me forever.”

“I can.” He said through the pillow. You sat on top of him and pulled your shirt off.

“I’m topless Ivar.” You touched his bare chest but he didn’t move. Taking your shorts off you raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m literally naked and sitting on you. Are you still going to ignore me?”

“Yes.” He laughed this time and you groaned. Standing up you walked to the bathroom.

“Nice arse by the way.” You turned to see Ivar peeking his head out from under the pillow. You threw a towel at his head.

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uracuteangle  asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you could do HC/Scenario for Kakashi and Naruto where they try to cheer reader up after a break-up but then they accidentally confess their love for reader?

Thank you so much for the request! I’m going to do these in a series of head cannons as opposed to a scenario, because I think it would be a bit easier, I hope you don’t mind! But ugh Kakashi my favee!!! Wish he could console and then confess to me after a break-up lol. Anyway I hope you enjoy :)

~~~M

(btw I’m thinking about having a different sign off than just M. I feel like M sounds a bit like I’m asking for ransom or something haha, I don’t know, what do you guys think? Send me an ask with ideas!)

And as always my ask box is always open to other requests!


Kakashi

Originally posted by sarapyon

  • He would low key be a little bit insensitive to situation, like he wouldn’t realize that anything had happened until someone tells him, so he will go about and joke around with you and maybe even tease you about your (now ex) unknowingly
  • After he finds out about the breakup he’s going to feel awful for not knowing and for acting the way he did. A small part of him would feel a bit relived at finding out that you’re back on the market though since he’s had a crush on you for who knows how long now
  • He’ll be very reassuring that the breakup was probably for the best, and will tell you about how great you are and how sometimes relationships just end. He will be very caring and very attentive
  • As he’s telling you about how great you are he will accidentally let it slip that these are all the reasons why he likes you so much and why he’s had such a big crush on you for so long
  • Right after he says it he will be as red as a tomato, and when you try to ask him about it he will be a stuttering mess. Eventually however he will calm down and will let you know officially that he likes you.
  • He won’t pressure you into giving him an answer right away because he understands what you’re going through and is content with waiting

Naruto

Originally posted by annalovesfiction

  • Upon hearing about the breakup he will seek you out immediately
  • On his way over he will also pick up some Ichiraku since it always makes him happy, he hopes that it will make you happy as well
  • When he sees you he gives you the ramen, but then goes a bit quiet. He doesn’t like seeing you upset, but he’s not really sure what to say to make you feel better. For a while he will just sit next to you while you cry or eat and just be present and there for you if you need him
  • Once he’s mustered up some confidence he will look at you and without even meaning to he will just blurt out “Well he doesn’t deserve you anyway, I like you way more and would be way better to you”
  • Upon hearing this your eyes widen a bit, and you ask him if he likes you to which he again becomes silent, until he has enough courage to confess properly
  • Just like with Kakashi he doesn’t expect an answer right away, but he’s happy that you know.

ok…. so.. i hit a milestone. one that i literally never thought i would hit again after the successful blog i had way back when 2012 was hippin’ and hoppin’. i’ve had multiple indie accounts; two of which i deleted when i was in the three-hundreds, another i deleted before it even had a chance. and then, in the fall of twenty fifteen, i made this one with the promise that i would not delete this blog no matter what happens. with that said, i did take a mini hiatus somewhere in twenty sixteen due to personal reasons, but since returning i’d like to think that things have been movin’ along swiftly. and as of now, i am at five hundred of you. five hundred little perfect angels follow me and my lil beans. HALF A THOUSAND PEOPLE FOLLOW ME. it’s mind blowing. anways!! enough of me rambling. im gonna go ahead & apologize now if i missed you - i love every single one of my mutuals even if we don’t talk. you all seriously mean the world to me. 

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anonymous asked:

What about a scenario where the MC is the splitting double of Rika, like they could actually be twins, and it creeps the RFA+Saeran out??? You don't have to do it if it's too much trouble~ I love your work<3333

Ugh, I wish I had more time to ellaborate a little more, but that’s all I could do.

Hope you like this!^^


RFA + Saeran with a MC who looks like Rika

Zen

  • When you showed at his house, he was confused
  • He doesn’t remember going to sleep, so why the hell is he dreaming about Rika now?
  • Oh no… wait! HOLY SHIT!
  • Well, of course that sometimes he can really mistake you two, especially if he’s very tired or distracted
  • But he knew her and he knows you, and… well, he’s in love with you, so he can easily focus in your personality more than your looks, exactly like you do to him.
  • And if anybody says something comparing the two of you, he’ll definitely fight the person and tell them you’re much prettier and have a better taste in men. Sorry not sorry, V

Yoosung

  • Well, fuck my life!
  • It took him so much to understand you two aren’t alike, but… you are!? This is awfully painful to this poor cinnamon roll.
  • But we’ve been here before, haven’t we? Just because you look like her, doesn’t mean you actually are the same person.
  • So he focuses on the differences, which end up being a lot! Your laugh is louder, your eyes are a little darker and more mysterious, your voice is sweeter…
  • And don’t even get him started on your personality, he almost hates himself for ever thinking you two have something in common rather than some features
  • Seeing photos of the two of you being younger, he can easily tell who is who, and he’s very proud of that.

Jaehee

  • Well, she and Rika weren’t really close, so…
  • Not even fazed?
  • Seriously, why are these men doing so much fuss about this? Don’t they know you two are nothing alike?
  • Maybe she mistook you two once when she was tired, but she never calls you Rika by accident or anything, she knows better!
  • She’s always the first one to point it out you two are not the same person if this brought up in a conversation.
  • No, Yoosung, they can’t be lost twins, MC is younger, for Christ’s sake!

Jumin

  • He doesn’t believe in ghosts! At least he thought he didn’t until he saw this blond lady standing at his door.
  • Well… fuck my life again!
  • It’s disturbing at first. He has so many complicated feelings… Rika would never be his, is he getting a second chance?
  • No, he’s not! Because as he knows you better, he realizes you’re veeeery different! You’re funnier, more caring and spirituous.
  •  And he wouldn’t say it out loud, but Rika’s presence always made him feel… heavier, somehow. You make him feel light as a feather.
  • It’s hard not to think of V sometimes, but you kiss him and tell him how much you love him, he’s not able to think of anything else.

 

Saeyoung

  • He sees you in the CCTV and… boy, he really needs to get some sleep, he’s starting to hallucinate.
  • Wait, no. Oh… this is… weird, to say the least.
  • He knows better, so your looks don’t bother him, not even after the all Mint Eye ordeal.
  • For God’s sake, he knows you very well by now, you’re too pure and good to ever do something as awful as she did. Seriously, he can’t even see the possible similarities, he sees you as a completely unique person.
  • But Saeran doesn’t, and that is the only moment your looks startle him.
  • So when you tell him you’re willing to dye your hair and cut shorter in order to not disturb Saeran even more, he falls for you all over again. See? Too pure, too good…

Saeran

  • Being around him on the fist days usually didn’t end up well.
  • He would get even more unstable and you would end up scared, even if you didn’t want to, since you cherish him so much.
  • And here’s the thing, he gets aggressive with you, but he eventually realizes you act different. He snaps at you, threatens you and you just… apologize and walk away. Rika would never do that, she would lock him up and force him drugs until his mind gets blank.
  • So… you two are very different. You are… caring, sweet, you’re worried about him, you want to help him, and he… feels very different with you from what he used to feel being around her, he feels warm around you, he feels like he’s finally home when he’s with you.
  • But hey, if you want to cut your hair or dye it, he won’t complain.
Dear Journal,

This morning I woke up to the sound of the Ocean. I twisted in the sheets and stared out of the balcony window of our motel room. The beautiful waves were in sync. Sirius was leaning against the railing of the balcony, with no shirt on, looking at the view. I got up from the white sheets and looked back at the sleepy James and Regulus. They were spooning. I think James missed his Lily. Regulus reminded me of Sirius. Red cheeks and swollen lips when sleeping. I smiled and walked outside to hug my boyfriend from behind.

“Hey.” I whispered.

“Oh hey. Slept well?” He asked.

“Mhmm..” i agreed in a mumbled.

“S'beautiful..” He said.

“Yeah..”

“Have you seen Reggie and Prongs?” He giggled.

“Yes. Did you take a picture of that?” I asked, giggling.

“Of course I did! I want to show that to Lily!” He laughed.

I had my chin layed on his shoulder, my arms around his bare thorso. I looked at him. He had his eyes softly closed and he was taking deep breaths. The air was fresh and salty. I heard soft footsteps coming our way and turned to see the small Regulus, hair messy, rubbing his eyes.

“Ugh.. I think I have some of James saliva on my cheek..” he said, rubbing his t-shirt on the said cheek.

Sirius and I giggled.

“I wish Sophie could be here. I would’ve wanted her to see the beach..” Regulus smiled, thinking about his girlfriend, Lily’s cousin.

“You can send her a picture. And a letter! Girls love romantic letters..” Sirius smirked.

I instantly thought of the letter I sent to Johnny, my 1st year friend. His responce should arrive this week. I couldn’t wait to read his letter.

“Who wants to go get breakfast by the water?” Sirius asked.

“Meee!” Regulus laughed.

“I’ll go wake up James.” I said.

James was layed on his bed into a star position. I slowly pushed his shoulder and tried to wake him.

“Jamsie? It’s time to wake up.. C'mon sleepy head..” i giggled.

“Lily?” He asked, still with his eyes closed.

“No mate.. It’s Remus.. C'mon, we’re getting breakfast..”

“I’m up..I’m up..” he mumbled.

We grabbed breakfast to go and walked to the beach. It was sunny and beautiful. It was our little paradise.

I’ll write tonight
-Remus
April 3rd 1978

I’m Something Beautiful With you


Anonymous Requested: Jimin or Jin for 12 please!! “It’s our first Valentine’s Day together and I think you went a little overboard.” Part of my Valentine’s Day prompt series.

Genre: Jimin x Reader

Words: 1822

Originally posted by chimchams

“Be My Valentine.”

That’s what the heart the medium sized bear held that Jimin dropped off at your work. You should’ve known then what you were in for. He’d come in struggling to hold the bear and plopped it down on the counter with a smile so big his eyes seemed to disappear.

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Whistle

Wow great title

Jason x Y/n

Rating: F and A for Fucking Angst Fluff and Angst

By: Admin Day

A/N:  WOW WHAT IS THIS TRASH. I’M SORRY I’M TIRED AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING.


The wind was rough today, whipping through your hair and messing up your neat style, “Leo!” You shouted harshly, chasing after the snickering Latino who had made fun of your lack of ability just minutes ago at the amphitheater.

You were sitting on one of the benches around the unlit bonfire since it was mid-day, humming a tune to yourself as you doodled some random drawings on your notepad, artist or not, you drew to pass the time on free days. At one point your humming turned to whistling, which would be great if you knew how to.

You huffed and ceased your drawing to concentrate on making the high-pitched noise, you never understood why you couldn’t get the hang of it, most kids were able to do by the age of 7 or 8 but here you were in your teens, the most progress you’ve made towards whistling was simply blowing air through puckered lips.

A snicker coming from your left caught your attention immediately, a familiar mop of black, curly hair bobbing into view with a mischevious glint in his chocolate brown eyes and a smirk to match. Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus, otherwise known as repair boy.

“Can’t whistle, huh? Aren’t you supposed to learn that when you’re young?” He teased with a cocky tone, puckering his lips and whistling just to spite you.

“Shut up, Valdez.” You growled as a warning, you’ve had enough of his constant and unnecessary teasing from this past week and were not about to endure it anymore.

He whistled loudly while staring you dead in the eyes, “Or what?”

And now here you were chasing after the boy with the intent to seriously mess up his face, or at least give him a fat lip so he could no longer whistle.

You were just in reach of Leo’s dangling suspenders that had slipped off when strong arms gripped you around the waist and prevented you from further chasing repair boy, “Woah, Woah, Woah, what in Zeus’ name are you doing right now?” Questioned a chuckling voice, a familiar one at that.

You blow a piece of hair out of your face and look over your shoulder at your captor, Jason Grace, aka your boyfriend of 4 months.

He looked down at you with smiling eyes and a warm grin, “Well? I’m waiting.” He joked while turning you loose from his hold but still keeping your arm on lock down.

You sigh and look after the son of Hephaestus who stood by his cabin with a smug expression resting on his elfish features, blowing a kiss towards you tauntingly.

You let out a low growl but turn your attention back to Jason who was still waiting for your reply. Sighing and dropping your gaze you mumble quietly, “I can’t whistle….”

Jason furrows his brow and leans closer to you, he hadn’t heard you clearly and questioned further, “What was that?”

“I SAID I CAN’T WHISTLE, JASON.” You shouted loudly, causing him to draw back in fear of your sudden loudness, “Leo’s making fun of me because I can’t whistle.”

‘He’s going to make fun of me too.’ You thought bitterly, jerking your arm free and marching away from the still laughing Latino and a confused Jason. You were hurt that Jason and Leo could make fun of your inability, even if Jason hadn’t said a word yet, you were pretty sure he would.

“Y/n, wait!”

Jason entrapped your arm once more, tilting his head sideways, a small smile present on his face as he asked something that shocked you,

“Want me to teach you?”




Leo’s smile dropped once he saw Jason wrap an arm around your shoulder’s and bring you to his cabin. He was hoping that maybe you would chase after him out to the bunker where he’d let you catch him and then well…. he’d kiss you and confess his feelings.

But no. You didn’t get that far, all thanks to Jason Grace, who also has taken a liking to you without knowledge of the repair boy’s feelings.

He sighed and slumped down onto the steps of his cabin, his elbow coming up to his knee and his head resting in the palm of his hand.

“This always happens to me, everyone finds some hero and forgets about me.” He muttered distastefully as he glared at the laughing pair walk inside cabin one together, “Betcha they’re going in there to suck faces off or something.”

Leo stayed there for a good hour and a half just drawing in the dirt, tinkering with miscellaneous objects from his toolbelt, and watching. He keeps his chocolate brown eyes locked on that pearly white cabin, just waiting for that door to open up and for Y/n to come out.

If it wasn’t too late, Leo was determined to tell Y/n how he feels and hopefully, his feelings will be returned.



You walk out of Jason’s cabin with a huge grin, you felt the need to show off your new melodic ability to the world. Whistling the tune to one of your favorite songs caused a few odd looks to be cast your way along with some thumbs up from some Apollo kids.

You stumbled over a rock and tripped into a body, an 'oof’ emitting from the person, “I’m so sorry!” You said immediately apologizing and moving away with your head down, not bothering to even look up at who you fell into.

A hot hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back to the strange person, “Can people stop grabbing my arm?” You groan while pulling your arm free, a small chuckle coming from the person, “Sorry about that, just needed to get your attention.”

You look up to see a mischievous grin and twinkling brown eyes locked on your own, “Leo? What do you mean?” You questioned confusedly.

Leo sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, “Please don’t hate me.”

Now you were seriously confused slash worried about this son of Hephaestus, just and hour or so ago he was teasing you about your inability and you haven’t spoken to him since so… that must be what he’s talking about. Right?

“Huh? Is this about earlier? I mean I was going to kick your ass but Jason stoppe-    ”

Soft lips pressed against your own shut you up instantly, your mind going blank with surprise and a muffled cry of shock emitting from your mouth.

After 15 short seconds of kissing, your realization of what was going on came back to you and you shoved him away, holding a hand over your lips in shock of what just happened,

“L-Leo!” You stuttered, “What did you just do?”

Leo looked down bashfully at his worn converse shoes and muttered his answer softly, “I kissed you, I like you a lot, Y/n.”

Your heart stopped, chills running down your spine as if you’d just been hit with freezing cold water. You feared the worst for yours and Leo’s friendship, for you didn’t see him in that light, you just couldn’t.

“Lee…”

He sighed and smiled at you sadly, “It’s okay, I didn’t think you’d like me back anyways, I just…” He trailed off slowly, “Needed it to get it off my chest.”

You open your mouth to speak but could not find the words, and so, he walked off like a kicked puppy towards the woods, presumably to bunker 9.

You begin to walk after him, wanting to fix the breaking friendship, but yet again Jason had appeared and stopped you unknowingly.

“Hey babe,” the blue-eyed boy spoke, leaning down to plant a kiss on your cheek, bringing you back to earth, “You look like someone doused you in cold water.” He laughed.

You nod, still staring after your retreating friend, “That’s what I feel like right now.” You sigh and lean your head against Jason’s firm shoulder, “Jason… do you think we should have told Leo about us?”

Jason paused, wrapping an arm around your waist while staring off into space. He wasn’t sure why this was brought up but figured you were just worried about lying to a close friend, “I mean… if that’s what you want, I guess we can.”

You brought your hands up to your face and sighed deeply, “It’s about time for everyone to know Jase.”

Jason nodded in agreement and kissed the top of your head while reaching down with his free hand to move your hands away from your face, “Okay, let’s do it.”




Frank knocked on the door of the open bunker before waltzing in and looking around while calling out for Leo, “Hey, Leo, you in here? Jason said he needs to say something to all of us.”

Leo rolled out from underneath Festus’s body on a mechanic’s creeper, motor oil and grease streaked across his cheek and eyebrow, “Can’t you just tell me about it later? I’m kind of busy here.”

“No, now come one.” Frank scolded.

“I’m not going.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Leo.”

“Frank.”

Frank huffed, shaking his head in annoyance, “Leo Valdez, you’re coming even if I have to drag you there by your pointy elf ears!”
He marched over and pulled Leo up by his suspenders, the boy yelping and whining as he was dragged out the door.

“For a baby Chinese Canadian man, you’re pretty strong…” Leo grumbles, pushing Frank off and trudging alongside him instead.

It was quiet for most of the way back to cabin 1 until Frank spoke up, breaking the awkward silence, “Are you okay? You don’t seem like yourself right now…”

Leo’s head turned instantly at the sound of his question, “Yeah I’m okay but,” He paused, pursing his lips in a nervous manner, “Will… Y/n be there?”

Frank nodded and smiled, “Yeah, I know you like her being around, I see the way you look at her. So when are you going to confess?”

Leo stayed quiet.

“I mean, I have a feeling she likes you too,” Frank reassured with a kind smile, nudging Leo with his elbow.

“Yeah…”



You paced back and forth, biting your nails nervously and thinking of how everyone could react to your relationship. How would Piper react to this? She was Jason’s ex after all, sure things ended on a good note but… there still had to be old feelings… right? You groan and sit on Jason’s sleeping bag with legs criss crossed, “Ugh I really wished we hadn’t kept this a secret…”

Jason looked across the room at you. He’d been watching you drive yourself crazy with worry for too long. He shuffled over to you and sat in front of you, his head resting on his hand as he stared at you with worried eyes… those big blue eyes…

“Y/n, it’ll be fine, I promise. Everyone is going to be happy for us.” He reassured, “We’re all friends first before anything, and friends are supposed to be happy for each other, right?”

You slowly nodded and leaned back onto the comfy sleeping bag just as the door creaked open to reveal all of your friends.

“Hey, Jase and Y/n,” Percy greeted with a wave and a small lopsided smile, “Nico said you wanted to talk about something…?”

Jason nodded with a grin, grabbing your hand with his own and pulling you off the floor, “Well,” He spoke, looking over at you with loving eyes,

“Y/n and I have been dating,” He confessed, eye darting over his friends, lingering on his ex-girlfriend longer than the others to gauge her reaction, “…For the past 4 months.”

Leo coughed suddenly which caused everyone to pause and glance over, including you.

“I’m so… happy for you guys. Just don’t do any of that gross coupley stuff around me like these two do.” He joked with sad eyes, jabbing his thumb in the direction of Nico and Will who were currently holding hands.

You hated seeing him so upset; you definitely should have told him sooner. You blamed yourself for his sadness, if you hadn’t kept your infatuation with Jason such a huge secret then maybe you could have stopped his feelings before they got too serious.

You return the same sad smile and opened your mouth to say something, anything, to at least show some kind of sympathy for his position at the moment. You’ve been in this position before with someone you loved, the person never noticing you and never acknowledging your feelings for them, but you got over it eventually and you hope Leo could do the same.

Leo laughed as the others started congratulating you, “Well I need to finish up some… repairs, so see you guys later!” He rushed out before backing out the door to go back to the bunker to be alone.

The only thing he needed to repair that day was his heart.

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~Day

“We never wanted to harm organics. …We wish to understand, not incite.”

|EDI| :: |Zaeed| 

Overwatch Outfit-Swap: Hanzo and Mercy

[Submitted by Anon]

UGH I LOVE MERCY’S COLOUR PALETTE. I also wish I could play her worth a damn. I think she (and Hanzo, for that matter) could rock just about any outfit. I think his outfit does suit her really well - and that tattoo…. yes please (normally i would have kept Hanzo’s tattoo on his body since it’s… on his body. But I couldn’t resist)! Thanks to the anon who submitted this! It was a great call.