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Junkrat's Ending: It felt like there was a lot of scars on the hand in mine. It was much larger than my own and pretty rough in some areas with callouses. The hand was definitely male and it felt like it has seen more than its fair share of tools. Must work with tools a lot or something. The scars weren't rough or anything so it was probably scarred from serious burns. He held my hand firmly which surprised me but his touch seemed hesitant. Curious. Like he wasn't sure what to think of holding it. "(Y/N), this is Jamison Fawkes. Our residential psycho and bombs expert. He goes by Junkrat due to where he's from," Lena told me and released

He was professional, serious and level-headed, despite what his dad thought. You loved Mick very much. And he loved you. He wasn't one to show it through exaggerated speeches or anything like that, and he didn't say "I love you" all that much, but you knew he loved you without him saying a single word. You had visited him on base numerous times, becoming a tuefort regular, the others were quite fond of you, and didn't mind your presence. Mick on the other hand, didn't like you being at the base, saying that, "It's a bloody war zone! You could get hurt or worse! Oi don't want you injured..." Well? You were fine and dandy, still standing and al

ErenXReader – You Kill Me ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Don’t look at me,” I warned him, “You’re messing me up,” I placed one foot in front of the other, slowly keeping balance as I walked along my dusty white bar over the dirt. The sun was setting over the vast endless horizon in the east, not a cloud in sight as stars light freckles graced the dimming heavens. My lovely companion glanced around with a twist teasing grin curling over his lips, “I can’t help it,”Shut up! Shut up! Shut the hell up! “You’re just so pretty,” Eren Jaeger was not the world’s greatest charmer

"Poor Koichi-chan! Are you alright? Does it hurt too bad? Here, let me see the damage, you poor thing." Josuke about had it up to here with this utter blasphemy and he was ready to flip his lid; he could faintly feel steam billowing out of his ears already. All he did was collide heads with Koichi on their way back to their feet (they had been picking up Koichi's strewn homework from the sidewalk), and you just happened to walk by at that perfect moment when their skulls clanged together like clackers. Now, you were fawning over Koichi’s delicate injury as you knelt down on the pavement, not even giving Josuke the time of day. Not a

    Reincarnation: a simple concept in the terms of the afterlife. When someone dies, the soul carries on and they are birthed again into new life, memories of their past life forgotten as their aging soul sets foot into the world once again. Of course, such a concept could only apply to those who believed in it, and you _______, were such a person with a strong belief in one life after another. So strong though, that you’ve never lost a single memory in over a hundred years. Why? You made a vow. A single vow, to a single man.      Back in the late 1800’s, you had met a young man of the name Dio; Dio Brando to be exact. You were

Consciousness was slowly seeping into your heavy body muscles, making your body twitch awake as a gentle light poured in from the closed curtains. It warmed your closed eyelids, the light finally registering and appearing orange in your vision. But, your eyelids weren't the only things being warmed on this Saturday early afternoon. The feeling of Josuke’s breath on the shell of your ear sent a pleased shiver down your spine to your curling toes as a smile graced your lips. You could feel his entire body pressing against your back, one arm on your waist and the other under your pillow. The breathing was steady, like he was still asleep;

"Dammit." You whispered, limbs quivering as you propped yourself up with your hands. You just had another nightmare that sent shivers down your spine. You looked down at Johnny and Gyro lying peacefully in their blankets. Thankful that they were both okay, you laid back and tried to get back to sleep, but your mind was racing with scenes from the nightmare you just had. In no time at all, your companions stirred and you all had to get ready for the day, starting with a breakfast you made. Johnny noticed that you weren't talking much like you usually did. Your slow actions and eye bags made it painfully obvious that you didn't rest well. He

"Excuse me, I believe you dropped something." You had been in the middle of filling your schoolbag with your homework books for the weekend when a suave, silky voice had spoken from beside you. Turning to your right, your eyes landed on a tall, curvaceous frame topped with blonde hair. The baggy, navy blue school uniform did nothing to hide his masculine features underneath. Two other school boys were behind him, peeking around his broad shoulders. His eyes burrowed holes into yours as he waited for a response, one eye twitching as he attempted to hide his impatience. Your eyes followed his long, outstretched arm to his large hand that curr