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i asked a decision maker if i was gonna get a boyfriend and it broke

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Aurelia

Sara wrote this one.

The tree moved. I don’t mean moved as in it reached its clawed branches and tried to grab me, I mean the roots. The roots moved. They were everywhere, clustered up into groups so big, it was basically a war for sunlight. They weren’t really helping themselves though. The huge, pink fans erecting out of the unreasonably small trunks were absorbing all the sunlight. We were consumed by darkness.

Watson was screaming his head off when he tripped and felt something moving beneath him. Turned out to be a root. Then he heard a faint screech and screamed almost twice as loud. I had to cover his mouth to keep him from getting us killed. I took my hunting knife out of its holster and stood at the instructed position.

Watson and I had had to take a seventy two hour training course, including a six hour video about what to do if you get attacked. When  NASA was finally satisfied with us we were sent to Aurelia, the planet of mystery.

We heard the scream again but this time it was fainter. Then came a soft cry, almost human like. By this time I was panicking. The training course hadn’t gone over human encounters. Watson scrambled to his feet and I took a few steps back. He grabbed by arm and gave me one of his death stares.

Back on earth, Curtis Watson was famous for his ability to get you to do anything with a hard long stare. They were called death stares because people believed he could get you to go as far as killing yourself with one of those stares. This was part of the reason he was a detective. The police department didn't even need a lie detector, just Watson with his eyes still intact.

But this particular stare meant we have to go now. The feeling that there was another human being on this planet didn't listen to Watson. When he started to run back to our ship, that feeling made me run the opposite way, knife in hand, right at the source of the cry.

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me: sits down at ps4 after long day of school, gets comfortable, turns on ps4, finally getting a tiny bit less stressed about life

ps4:

me: oh so you THINK YOU CAN JUST SPRING AN UPDATE ON MY SORRY OVERWATCH OBSESSED ASS HUH VERY FUNNY??

ps4:

me: I GUESS I'LL JUST WAIT THEN HAHHA YOU CANT PROVOKE ME, IM STRONGER THAN THAT

ps4:

me: finally gets ps4 on and overwatch open

me: joins game

ps4:

me: *somebody already chose d. va*

ps4: lol sucks to be you rn HSHSHAWHABS

me: THROWS REMOTE CONTROL AT PS4 AND SCREAMS BANSHEE-STYLE

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NEVER ever ever ever ever EVER put toothpaste on your face it BURNS

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um i just found out reinhardt is 80 and still kicking total ass out there. honestly not surprised. 

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“you’re just a stupid

brown haired boy

with brown eyes,

so tell me,

why i’m more addicted to you

than i am to any drug?”

- anon

hi it’s ya girl annika and i love mchanzo

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a mchanzo valentine’s day pt. 2

wc: 731

so here’s that second oneshot i was talking about lol, there’s possibly more to come if peeps like this whole mchanzo valentine’s thing. if you wanna comment a valentine’s senario pls do so k thx

this one is certainly shorter than the other, but much fluffier :)

(also didn’t check for any mistakes sorry whoops)

enjoy!~~ (annika)

McCree yawned as his eyelids fluttered open to the sunlight pouring in through his window. He stretched his bionic arm until it took over a good portion of the space beside him, it creaked and he exhaled tiredly. He glanced to his right, and was greeted by the heavenly face of his lover, Hanzo Shimada. McCree let out a small gasp when he saw his face. He couldn’t get over how much he loved that man. He smiled and reached out to touch him, but stopped himself, figuring he should let him sleep.

He attempted to silently slip out of bed and put on some pajama pants. He made his way to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, black. Then he made a cup for Hanzo, because how could he not? He hummed as he worked on his masterpiece, and turned to wake Hanzo up, but he was already propped up in their bed, watching McCree with careful eyes.

“Han,” McCree smiled at him, “Didn’ realize you were up, hon?”

Hanzo shrugged, “Just wanted to admire you for a bit.” He murmured quietly. 

McCree smiled extra wide at that and stalked over to Hanzo. He offered Hanzo his coffee, who reached for it, but as soon as his fingers brushed against the cup McCree pulled it back.

“Not so fast,” McCree tsked at Hanzo and leaned forward, he kissed his nose first, and Hanzo let out a small huff of disapproval, “I’m not done yet,” McCree whispered, and set the coffee down on their nightstand.

“Babe, I just want to take a sip-”

McCree interrupted him with a gentle kiss on his lips, “You’re thirsty?”

A blush crept across Hanzo’s cheeks at that, he opened his mouth to answer but quickly closed it.

McCree shook his head and smirked, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on top of Hanzo. He put his hands on either side of Hanzo’s face and tilted his head up so McCree could look down at him and make eye contact.

“Guess what day it is today?” McCree cracked a smile at Hanzo.

Hanzo’s eyes widened in horror, “JESSE- I SWEAR I DIDN’T FORGET YOUR BIRTHDAY I SWEAR I JUST-”

McCree shushed him violently, “Han, God! No need to yell! It’s not my birthday!” He let out a small laugh and sighed.

Hanzo relaxed slightly, “Of course it’s not, I was just, um, kidding!”

McCree pressed their foreheads together, “You’re cute when you lie,” he kissed him slowly, “extremely.”

Hanzo smiled and kissed him back, he pushed himself up so now their bare chests were touching. McCree shivered slightly at the contact but pushed back. Hanzo’s back brushed against the headboard. McCree’s hands began to wander on the other man’s body, and Hanzo’s left hand automatically put itself on McCree’s muscular neck.

McCree pulled away and flashed his teeth in a quick smile before kissing Hanzo’s cheek, and then the other. And then his lips fell down to his jawline, and then his chin, and then his neck…

“You’re a mess, Jesse McCree,” Hanzo muttered as he closed his eyes and let Jesse take control of him for just a moment. McCree forced himself to come back up to Hanzo’s face. He breathed hot morning breaths on Hanzo’s cheek, and Hanzo smirked.

“Don’t you think we should get ready for the day?”

“I’d rather stay in bed and kiss you for the rest of the week, thanks.” He leaned in for another kiss but Hanzo put his palm on McCree’s lips and arched his brow.

McCree sighed and kissed the inside of Hanzo’s hand before getting off of him and stretching beside the bed. He walked over to the bathroom and entered, he peeked out from behind the wall and grinned handsomely at Hanzo, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Han.”

Hanzo’s eyes widened, so that’s what day he had been talking about earlier. Hanzo cursed himself for forgetting but made a mental note that he would make it up to McCree later in a special way. He glanced over at the coffee and took one of the cups in his hand. When he pressed his lips to the rim and took a sip, it had already gone cold.

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a mchanzo valentine’s day

wc: 1636 

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im kind of planning on doing a bunch of mchanzo valentine’s oneshots. they’ll all be quite fluffy :) so yeah, there’s more to come!! they’ll probably all be different scenarios on valentine’s day, so don’t get confused. enjoy~~ (annika)

p.s i also whipped this up in a matter of 30 mins so excuse me if there are any mistakes or excessive use of phrases !!

It was an unusually chilly day, considering it was the middle of February. It being 10:00 at night didn't do the temperature any good either. 

However, McCree didn't care. Hanzo glanced up at him and smiled warmly, "You still haven't told me where we're going." He pointed out while simultaneously scooting closer to McCree as they walked down the sidewalk.

McCree shrugged and put his arm around Hanzo’s shoulders as they made their way toward their destination, "Does it matter right now?" 

Hanzo chuckled lightly and nuzzled into McCree's warm body, "It would be nice to know, that's all."

McCree smiled down at Hanzo and abruptly stopped walking, Hanzo's eyes widened in surprise, "Wha-" 

"We're here." He gestured to the right of them, where two large doors lay underneath a sign labeled 'J & R Aussie Pub, Ltd'. 

Hanzo stared at the sign for a second longer, "You took me to Junkrat and Roadhog's pub?" he spluttered in disbelief. 

McCree frowned, "Are you not happy?" 

Hanzo gathered himself quickly, "Um, no, I mean yes! Yes, hon this is great. I just.." he searched for the right words, "absolutely adore that two.." he laughed nervously. 

McCree's face lit up, completely oblivious to Hanzo's dismay, "Great." He reached forward to push the door wide open for him. Hanzo laughed again and made his way into the pub. McCree put his hand on the small of Hanzo's back as he entered. 

McCree glanced over toward the farthest table from them and spotted a few familiar faces. D.Va being one of them, who shouted at the pair and waved her arms dramatically, "Jesse!" she called over to them and came racing over. When she finally made it to where they were standing she was panting. She blew her bangs out of her eyes and put her hands on her hips, "I thought you guys weren't going to make it." She frowned. 

Hanzo raised his hand, "Actually, I had no idea we were coming, so." He stated simply and let his hand wander to McCree's waist. 

McCree pulled Hanzo closer to him and smiled at D.Va knowingly, "Hana, you don't need to be worryin' about us like that."

She ignored McCree. A wide, mischievous looking smile spread across her face, "You guys are so gay," she said jokingly and placed a hand on McCree's shoulder, "I'll leave you guys to it, I guess." 

Hanzo glared at D.Va, but McCree just laughed and shoved her a bit too hard, "Go have fun, it's your first time here, right?" 

"Second." She corrected him and smiled, slowly backing away. While Hanzo wasn't looking, she snuck a wink at McCree and his face flushed. 

Hanzo glanced up at him, "You okay, Jess?" 

"Couldn't be better." He mumbled and adjusted his bionic arm, trying to regather his thoughts, as new ones had invaded his mind. He pushed Hanzo toward the bar, "You up for a drink?" 

Hanzo smirked, "What were you thinking?" 

McCree's face went slack, "I- I wasn't thinking about anything-"

Hanzo placed his hand on McCree's thigh and smiled kindly, "To drink, Jess, what were you thinking to drink?" 

McCree's eyes widened in realization, "Oh!" He laughed uncomfortably and itched the side of his head. 

"And take that ridiculous hat off, we're inside." He reached for McCree's hat, but he inched away. 

"I like my hat, thank you very much." He said and tried to gain the bartender's attention.

Hanzo rolled his eyes and took a seat at the bar, McCree did the same.

The bartender came over to them, looking a bit overwhelmed. McCree shot a glance down the bar to see two men insulting each other quite excessively, "Want me to handle em' for you?" He asked the bartender, who exhaled quickly and smiled, "No need, I think I can keep them under control. Thanks, though." He added. 

Hanzo narrowed his eyes at the bartender and scooted his chair closer to McCree, "So, babe, what did you say you wanted to drink?" He didn't take his eyes off of the bartender. 

The bartender's eyes widened, and he put his hands up innocently "He's all yours, I'm just here to serve drinks." He reassured Hanzo with a grin. 

McCree smiled apologetically at the bartender, "Sorry, he doesn't have a filter sometimes." Hanzo rolled his eyes again at that, "got any absinthe?" 

Hanzo shoved McCree over, "We'll have two Strawberry Sunrises."

The bartender nodded and immediately got to work. 

Hanzo scoffed and turned to McCree, "Are you kidding me? Absinthe?" 

McCree shrugged, "I can't ignore my cravings." 

"I don't exactly want to carry your ass home tonight, let alone on Valentine's Day." Hanzo arched a brow at McCree. 

McCree smiled, "I wouldn't mind if you carried me home."

"You're missing my point!" Hanzo protested quite childishly. 

Before McCree could reply, the bartender came back with their drinks, "Two Strawberry Sunrises," he nodded at the two of them and stalked away toward the two men who were still yelling at one another. 

Hanzo sighed and picked up one of the glasses overflowing with pink liquid, "To us," he stared at McCree expectantly. 

McCree smiled, "To us, but especially to my wonderful boyfriend who I love more than he realizes." McCree clinked glasses with Hanzo and took a small sip of his drink.

Hanzo's eyes widened at McCree's words, he distractedly took a sip from his drink as well, not taking his eyes off of McCree. 

They quickly finished their drinks, and McCree took Hanzo's hand in his own, "I'm up for a bit of dancing, you?" He gestured with his head to the gathering crowd in the middle of the pub. Who were bobbing their heads and bodies to the beat of a song that Hanzo hadn't heard earlier. 

Hanzo smiled at McCree, trying to forget about what he had said, "Of course." 

So they danced, and talked, and kissed a few times. The night went on, and Hanzo admittedly got more drunk than he expected. 

Hanzo suddenly felt a lurch in his stomach, his guts made an odd churning sound and he realized what was about to happen. He tore himself from McCree and the people they had been conversing with and raced to the bathroom as swiftly as his legs would take him. 

"Hanzo!" McCree called as he chased after him. 

Hanzo shoved the bathroom door open and raced to the nearest toilet. He let the contents of his stomach spill out into the water, he groaned as he felt his stomach lurch once more. He vomited violently again into the toilet and sat back against the stall wall, a bead of sweat slipped down his temple and trailed down his jawline onto his neck. He sighed uncomfortably and clutched his stomach. 

The door flung open as McCree burst into the bathroom, "Babe? Are you okay?" 

"Grmhrr.," Hanzo mumbled quietly, letting his head rest against the wall. 

"Did you have too much to drink?" He asked in an extremely concerned tone. 

Hanzo nodded, but then realized McCree couldn't see him, so he managed a small 'yeah'. 

"Can I come in?" 

Hanzo groaned, his stomach churned once more and his eyes widened in surprise. He leaned over the toilet again and vomited. The sound made Hanzo feel worse, he closed his eyes. He hated it when this happened. 

McCree winced at the sound, and pushed the door open slightly, "I'm coming in, okay?" He pushed the door open completely and knelt down beside Hanzo as he finished. He rubbed his back comfortingly and waited for him to recover, "Are you okay?" 

Hanzo nodded, "I didn't think that would happen this time," he sighed and tried to stand up, but wobbled and sat back down before he could fall. McCree cradled him and grinned slightly, "It's alright," he whispered into Hanzo's hair and continued to rub his back. 

"Can we leave?" Hanzo mumbled into McCree's shirt. 

McCree nodded and helped Hanzo up. It took them awhile to say their goodbye's, and everyone wanted to know if Hanzo was feeling well enough to walk home, but they finally got their coats back on and walked out of the now crowded pub. 

They stopped outside of the double-doors, McCree stared at the flowing traffic on the street for a moment before turning to Hanzo, "I'm sorry if the alcohol ruined your night. I thought you would have enjoyed it, being on break from missions and all," he sighed, "guess not.”

Hanzo smiled, finally regaining his strength, "It's alright. I had you, so it made everything better." 

McCree returned the smile and pulled Hanzo into a giant bear hug. Hanzo laughed as McCree started to tickle his sides, "Ah! Jesse! Stop, ah!!" His sentence was full of laughs, and he squirmed around like a worm in McCree's grip. He finally stopped, and Hanzo took a step back. 

He caught his breath for only a split second when McCree suddenly pulled Hanzo closer so their chests were touching. Hanzo noticed McCree's breath still smelled of the sickeningly sweet Strawberry Sunrise, and other sorts of alcohol, "Hanzo Shimada, I love you. Okay? I want you to know that. I love you. So, so much." He planted a soft kiss on Hanzo's lips. 

Hanzo melted at the contact with McCree's warm lips, he reluctantly pulled away and nestled himself in the layers of fabric covering McCree's chest. He exhaled a slow, hot breath into his coat and smiled, 

"Me too."

(  btw, the next couple of oneshots will have MUCH more romance and fluff ;>  )

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I want to cry but i have things to do

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if you wanna throw shade, well honey i'll see you never.

CRUISR

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cinderella never asked for a prince, she asked for a night off and a dress.

kiera cass

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“I am so full of love that I have begun to overflow and with every outward breath, I make the flowers grow. k.p.k

Hey my name’s Sara and I fucking love nature.

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ouch

Cal smiled as he ducked underneath his opponent’s arm and latched onto their leg. He watched them trip as a bit of triumph leaked into his sharp stare. A crack echoed throughout the cavern as the masked soldier’s chin connected with the hard rock floor. Cal ignored the unconscious body in front of him as he stood up and tried to check how many of his men were still alive and fighting. He counted five fatalities, three wounded, a sword in his gut, and a couple of-

Wait-

He gasped as the sword sliced through his insides and emerged through his midriff. The violence taking place in the cavern seemed to pause itself, and heads turned simultaneously to watch. Some with the expression of satisfaction, others with horror, and some expressed emotions too complex to read.

Blood immediately shot up his esophagus, Cal choked as he felt an odd numbness begin to creep up his toes. His knees hit something hard as he sunk to the ground, but he didn’t feel it. He glanced down at the bloody tip of the sword jutting out of his stomach, his lips parted in what he thought was a small grin.

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” he managed to cough out these words as more blood traveled up his throat.

“Yes,”  a toxic voice slithered up behind him, and cold breath lightly caressed his neck, almost solidifying the beads of sweat that lie there, “very, very unfortunate.”

Cal recognized that voice too well, memories bounced off the walls of his mind as an odd color started to invade his vision. He was dying, and he was mad. He was mad that he was dying like this.

He grimaced as he felt a dagger sawing off his braid, somehow that action hurt more than the sword. He narrowed his eyes, refusing to let the sickening color blind him.

“It was an honor,” the cold voice was back too soon, “killing you, that is.”

Cal turned to see his killer take a few steps back.

“Wait.” he saw the surprise in her eyes as he stood up, he was surprised too. The sword adjusted itself to his movement, and he grunted. He took one last glance at all of the faces of the people he loved, he wished the new color that had inhabited his vision would stop blurring their beautiful features.

And then he yanked the sword out of his gut, and tossed it in front of his murderer, “I think you might have misplaced this.”

And then his body gave in, and he collapsed.

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 i was bored one day so i vomited out some words and it happened to turn into a short story lol enjoy. also fl free to comment some feedback ty :) im annika, btw !!