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💘💗💕💌🔥(or just unresolved tension in general)💧👯💙
💘 friends to lovers | 💗 slow burn | 💕 mutual pining | 💌 one muse has a crush on the other muse | 🔥 unresolved sexual tension / meme
listen, any and all of these are absolute great ideas and i am here LIVING for it.
15, 35!
THE BE HONEST MEME.
15. How has rp changed you personally? Uh. There are probely less than three people that knew me when I started. I was really in a mentally bad place, and dealt with someone that emotionally fucked with my headspace for years, I mean literal years. I actually wanted to die back when I was around sixteen / seventeen. Someone I wrote with actually talked me out of an attempt, I still owe them to this day because it was really important that they did that. It’s also given me the best non-adoptive sibling. I have a really close friend on here that has known me for years, that I went and saw and she’s been a lifeline for many years for me and I’ve gotten her mental health better also, and it’s really important that friendships can help heal you and make you want to get better, even with fights and all. I also owe a lot to @affcgato @adversitybloomed @huckleberrytm @postguilt @daniwrit @dissolvedshadows for giving me a lot over these last few years. You guys have seen me at my worst moments and gotten me through some pretty bad times, and really I’ve grown a lot for it. Much love to you all. 35. Do you read other people’s threads or do you only read your own? Lmfao. Man, I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t read my dash, people like @omniphrenia @daniwrit @ryuhart @valkyrel @bigaoneun @uchikatsu @countrywestern @outdraws @viragod @adversitybloomed like i support other writers, i love seeing how people write, it’s how you grow as one reading other people’s stuff and i love understanding how they write their muses tbh. love u all.
@valkyrel asked: ‘Foolish man.’ The click of her tongue is hardly affectionate, and the look in her eyes holds only a modicum of humor. Amused, perhaps, because this man had somehow made it through over three decades of living. ‘Have you considered... not getting shot at?’ She slaps the gauze on him a little more harshly than necessary. That was for Genji. ‘Perhaps not. Must be a Shimada trait.’
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﹝﹝ it isn’t in hanzo’s nature to be so reckless, that was more so a specialty reserved for his fool of a brother. he had gotten careless, however, failing to wait out the target’s dying breath and in turn was gifted a deep wound to the shoulder. his face remains stoic as he lets the pliers pry apart flesh and blood in search of metal, the pain a searing yet numbing ache that he’s all too familiar with. he is unfazed by the hurt, it was a mere scratch in comparison to the treacheries he’d endured before as a mere child.
he does not want this woman to even cast those blues his way, much less touch him, yet both are inevitable in the end as she carries out the gall to strike him. that almost makes him react, a twitch at the corner of stern lips to indicate his displeasure as hard eyes sidle towards her in a quiet glare that speaks for him ‘was that really necessary?’
“to speak ill of a shimada being in any form doltish bodes affliction, medic.” there’s a certain sneer to her status, a tone that denotes him looking down his nose upon her in verbal form. he leans away from her touch, shifting his gyudo back along his toned inked bicep to indicate he was done with her putting hands on him. “perhaps you should choose your words more carefully.” ﹞﹞
💕 idk ghost i just miss you okay gimme some sorta love // love calculator . // @valkyrel
---after a moment of consideration , he swaps ‘round the numbers .
she needn’t frequent parisian auditoriums , not since her introduction to the world of talon and the violence and passion wrought within . it was cathartic , however , marveling upon the sights granting paris with the reputation it upheld oh - so - well . thusly , when talon did not call for her lithe hands , rife with precision and refinement , widowmaker occupied the bustling paris streets , reveling in the city’s rose colored glow .
most beloved of all is a petite cafe stowed away past the bustling population of the city , housing many a baked good and carefully brewed beverage . no matter where her work with talon takes her , the cafe remains closely laden in her heart . whatever is left of her heart , at least. the staff recognizes her , though truthfully , who could miss someone like her ? and she recognizes all the locals , too . how could she not ? the establishment reeked of urbanity , of finesse , and somehow , in her lapis hued skin , she fits in just as well .
who fails to fit in , however , is a body widowmaker cannot help but recognize clearly , brow furrowing with distaste . it’s the blonde hair , the tenderness in her countenance . widowmaker hates it . ultimately , she debates upon speaking at all , though it’s only a moment before utterances become audible . ❝ 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 , 𝚣𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚛 . ❞ @valkyrel
❝ did mama ever show you how to make her apple pie ? ❞ she asks tenderly, knowing in full that it’s a lindholm family speciality, and yet, for whatever reason, brigitte yearns to show the older woman the ropes. ❝ i’ve... never been the best at baking, but this is the one thing i sorta know how to do! ❞ and she’s all but got her pie shell on the counter before she even allows a response. @valkyrel
🍻+ “ is there someone you have a crush on ?” // TELL HER JACK // @valkyrel
“ what ?”
FEIGNED IGNORANCE loses desired effect with the way color FLOODS his face , pink-stained cheeks not made so by the ALCOHOL.
“ there’s no---crush. ”
SUCH A JUVENILE WORDfor how deep his emotions run--- taking a seat beside angela , DELICATELY to remain steady --- how many drinks had he downed in the past hour ? --- jack brings his glass beneath his chin & slouches over it, features PINCHING as his heart TWISTS---
“ there’s---admiration. & there’s RESPECT , but... there’s no CRUSH, angela. ”
when his head lifts , his countenance is colored in BITTERSWEET tones--- eventually he swallows , tucking his chin again , fingertips drawing up along the condensation of his glass . a crush , yeah , the only thing GETTING CRUSHED is his HEART---
he’s had a lot of time to THINK about it , YEARS to sort out his feelings for one GABRIEL REYES - but there wasn’t an option to DO anything about it - they had more important things to focus on than jack’s heart going WILD any time gabe entered the room. ...it’s not FEAR that keeps him quiet , it’s DUTY---jack knows from EXPERIENCE that he’s not capable of juggling romance alongside his DEDICATION to his WORK - pursuing a relationship wouldn’t be fair to ANYONE , not to mention he doubts gabe bears INTEREST---
a CLOSE relationship , though they have , there’s always been some sort of BARRIER between them - jack trusts gabriel more than anything , gabriel KNOWS HIM better than ANYONE---& maybe it’s for THAT that he won’t speak up ; gabe’s GOTTA know jack’s feelings for him , he doesn’t do well at HIDING THEM , & just... it’s never been addressed . it’s a topic they’ve danced around , & if jack’s the only one with something to lose , well---than he’s not so eager to broach the conversation.
A CRUSH . shaking his head, jack exhales a breath of laughter . tipping back in his seat , he draws his glass up for a long pull , but not before admitting with a pained smile :
“ i’m in love with him. ”
@valkyrel –X
“Angela, I already told you no. The decision has been made, there is no point arguing about it further.”
There is an EDGE of tension to his voice forever gruff, but still holding a note of softness as he speaks her name. It was only when it was just the two of them alone that he even ALLOWED such emotion to creep up and even then perhaps he would do well to remember what they have agreed upon. Oh, how his heart still beats for her, even NOW in the middle of a conflicting argument-- he couldn’t help how it bled for her.
STILL, Reyes knows too well how to hide his emotions behind a mask, how to shove everything back where it will remain hidden as he leaned back against the wall of some random hallway of the headquarters. There was no escaping her FOREVER, he supposed, it was only a matter of time before she tracked him down and cornered him where he COULD NOT slip away so easily. He knew she would be upset by his decision to pass her up as a candidate for being Blackwatch’s head doctor when he had made it, but he had his reasons for doing so. Most of which he was SURE she was already aware of. Covert ops was NO place for someone like her after all, and the LAST THING Gabriel wanted was to pull her into its dark and tangled underworld.
She deserved so much better.
“You already have your hands full heading Overwatch’s medical research, the last thing you need is to add tending to our asses when we get beat up on a mission.” So eloquently put, but he NEVER really was one for fancy words. “I have already recruited someone else for the position. No amount of arguing is going to change my mind.” A STUBBORN man as always.
