Omg, These Two Are My Most Favorite Boy!

Omg, these two are my most favorite boy!

Thank you very much!!! 💕💕💕

Hello! Can I have a Overwatch matchup plz? (If it still open) Girl, straight, Thai, INFJ-T, 5'1, short wavy black hair, brown eyes, really shy and quiet around everyone but if you're friend with me, I'm really friendly and funny, scared of death, really like play games, drawing, listening music especially EDM and Heavy metal, can be sensitive sometimes, always calm but I can be hothead if I lost my temper, like stay indoors. I hope that's enough for matching up!

Sure thing! Thanks for sending in!

Your romantic match is… Lucio!

You and Lucio are amazing together! First time he saw you he couldn’t get you off his mind, you’re so pretty he thought to himself! He loves your short wavy black hair, brown eyes and the way you shy away from people, he was staring at you for awhile, he had to go up and talk to that cutie. So he did! He skates up to you and starts talking to you, he tries to make you feel comfortable and he’s very sweet towards you, quite flirty! You’re both friendly and pretty funny people, you guys are so kind towards each other and are always laughing together. He appreciates calm demeanor makes him feel calm and at peace, he’d try to never make you mad and death is scary, he understands that, he talks to you about it sometimes trying to calm your nerves when you worry about it. He’s there for you and he won’t let anything happen to you. He really like video games too! He enjoys rhythm games, the music and having time up. He’s so good at them, he also enjoys chill games. He’d love to play games with you or watch you play while he’s joking around and backseat gaming, he’d love to see your drawings, if you ever draw him he’ll keep it forever and bring it wherever he goes! His favourite music is EDM after all he makes that kind of music, it’s his passion. He’s always up for having a party just the two of you dancing for hours, just having fun! He doesn’t mind heavy metal it’s not his favourite but he enjoys watching you jam out to it and he likes some songs from that genre. He can be sensitive sometimes too, he gets it. He’ll try to understand what bothers you and avoid it and apologize if he ever upsets you. You’re his favourite song, he hates to upset you. He’ll try to get you out and moving with him but if you aren’t up for it he won’t push you, that’s cool. You guys can cuddle up inside and chill together, he enjoys just being around you. He loves how funny you are, you always manage to make him smile, he helps you talk to other people and open up more. Very cute couple!

Your platonic match is… Genji Shimada

Genji and you get along quite well. He’s the first to walk up to talk to you, he saw how shy and quiet you were being around everyone since you walked into a new place with new people. He walked over to say hi and introduce himself while getting to know you while making you feel more comfortable. He’s polite and you guys joke around about how the people are around here. He likes how friendly and funny you are, he thinks you’re lovely to be around and appreciates your company. He has faced death and he was terrified, he explains to you about whats happened to him and reassures you that it’s going to be fine, it’s fine to worry and wonder about it, it’s scary, he understands your fear but he’s here to protect or be there for you if anything ever truly happens. He likes video games too, he enjoys fighting games, doing crazy combos and destroying people. He can be quite competitive. He enjoys watching you play games too while he’s scrolling through his phone or doing his own thing. He’ll comment on what you’re doing every now and then also jokes and teases you. Genji is good at drawing but he doesn’t do it anymore, he’d love to see yours. He knows you’re very talented and enjoys seeing you improve. He enjoys EDM and heavy metal. He listens and rocks out with you, screaming the lyrics. He understands that you can be sensitive after all, everyone can be sensitive sometimes. He apologizes and is there for you if he ever upsets you. He likes indoors too, he’ll meditate while you’re drawing at times. You guys are respectful, kind and love having fun together! It’s lovely!

Hope you enjoy. :)

Ninjago - 3. "Please don't go." and 15. "You're safe with me." (Cole) (300 follower event)

You hadn’t moved since getting home; you’d thrown your bag on the ground, planted yourself on a chair in the dining room, and stared blankly at the table in front of you for hours.

You weren’t zoned out; quite the opposite, really. You were painfully aware of your surroundings. The blinking digital clock on the microwave, the shutters that you’d been too tired to close and now displayed nothing but the blackness of night, the empty silence, but most of all, the hollow feeling inside of you. It was all making you miserable; more than you were already.

Moving for the first time in a while, you brought your elbows to rest on the table so you could hold your head in your hands. The effort was herculean, and you only felt disappointed in yourself as you tired at the negligible motion; all the more reason for you to bury your face in your palms.

You felt like crying, but somehow you were beyond that in terms of sadness. You were just tired.

You took a shuddering breath, cringing at the warbling noise that disturbed your quiet bubble. When you exhaled it took everything in you not to just collapse right there, let your head drop to the table with a thud, but you resisted the urge.

A buzz in your pocket caught your attention, but you didn’t feel like checking it. If anything you’d pull it out just to throw it away; and your hands moved to do just that. But as you lifted it, preparing to languidly toss it across the table, the screen illuminated, and your eyes locked onto the notifications cluttering it.

Sighing, you unlocked your phone, driven by a vague and dull worry that something might have happened. You hesitated for a second, your thumb freezing mere millimeters above your messaging app. Do I really care?

With another sigh you tapped the screen.

You were met with several messages from Cole, starting over three hours ago.

4:07: Get home ok?

5:30: Y/n?

5:31: Want me to bring dinner over?

5:40: You’re probably busy lol, ttyl

6:53: Yo! Want me to order takeout?

6:59: I’m ordering your fave

7:24: Omw, you can’t escape me

You blinked at your phone, hardly processing the words. The last text was sent ten minutes ago; but then what was that notification that you got a second ago?

You closed the app, opening your notification hub to check for the most recent notification. It was a voice message, left by Cole, of course. You tapped it and let the message play.

“Hey, Y/n! You haven’t been answering your phone, and I’m getting a little worried… Well, uh, I’m here at your place, just about to walk to your door right now. See you in a second, hopefully. Love you.”

As if on cue, there was a knock at your door a second later.

You didn’t think you had the energy to deal with this right now, but apparently your body had been holding back. You found yourself walking across the floor, your feet dragging, but still making good time to open it.

The first thing you noticed was the smell of your favorite restaurant. Your eyes landed on a white plastic bag dangling from Cole’s fist, and usually your mouth would have watered, but today it stayed dry.

Cole had been smiling, but his grin faltered when you didn’t even look him in the eyes. “Everything okay?”

You closed your eyes, letting out a weighted sigh while your shoulders slumped. You couldn’t even deny your misery; that would require energy, which, again, you did not have.

Cole’s face twisted into a frown. He was about to ask if he could come inside, but you stepped aside, apparently sensing his intent before he could voice it. He nodded gratefully, putting an arm around your shoulder to guide you away from the door as he walked past.

He guided you to your table, where he set down the takeout and pulled two chairs adjacent to each other, seating himself on one and you on the other. You rested one elbow on the table and held your head with your hand.

“I’m just so tired, Cole.”

Cole’s grip slid down your arm to enclose your other hand, which was lying limp on your knee. He gave it an encouraging squeeze, prompting you to elaborate.

“Everything in my life is out of my control. I can’t do what I want; I have all these stupid responsibilities that suck the life out of me.” You shook your head, your fingers pressing harder into your temple as you rambled on. “I never know what’s coming next; it’s just blow after blow, and they get worse every time.”

You opened your mouth to continue, but your throat suddenly tightened, and tears misted your eyes. You closed your mouth, swallowing hard before trying to speak again. “I don’t know what the point is. Is there a point? Or is it all—” you sniffled, your voice cracking, “futile?”

Cole shook his head, squeezing your hand tighter and stooping to meet your gaze as your head drooped miserably. “It’s not pointless, Y/n. I’m so sorry you feel that way, but I can tell you right now that it’s not.”

Your head jerked up, eyes meeting Cole’s for one fleeting moment. “How do you know? How do you know that tomorrow I won’t just be hit by a truck or something and it will all have been for nothing?”

You let your head hang low, half from despair and half from embarrassment at your outburst.

“Nothing like that is going to happen to you,” Cole said, “I won’t allow it.” He grasped your hand tighter still, drawing closer to you so that your knees were touching.

You shook as you cried, keeping your face downturned and letting the tears fall straight on your lap. You heard his words, but you couldn’t believe them.

He held your hand firmly, letting you unleash your tears for a while. He rubbed a thumb over your knuckles, offering what little comfort he could. He was wishing he could do more when an idea came to his mind, and he stood up suddenly.

“Please don’t go,” you managed through trembling lips, your head slowly raising to look at him. You cursed yourself for scaring him off with your problems.

But Cole just stooped down, snaking his arms under yours and around your torso. He lifted you carefully, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding your legs on either side of his waist. “I’m not going anywhere, he said, giving your back a little rub as he marched into your living room.

He lowered himself onto your couch, reclining slowly and positioning you like a child against him, your head on his chest and one strong arm around your middle. With the other he cupped your face, brushing away a tear with his thumb.

“I’m never, never, going to let anything happen to you. You’re safe with me.”

Your eyes went wide, sparkling at the sincerity you saw in the warm depths of Cole’s dark eyes. You hadn’t believed him when he said it before, but now there was no room for doubt.

You broke down again, this time from relief. Your entire body wracked violently against Cole’s, no matter how much you tried to still yourself. He just ran a hand along your back, letting you wet his shirt with your tears while he shushed you soothingly.

It was a while before you could speak again. But at length you sniffled, lifting your head and planting your chin on Cole’s chest so you could look at him. Your throat felt raw and your eyes were sore, but the worst of your pain was definitely in your stomach.

“Can we eat?”

A grin spread on Cole’s face, and you knew you had said the exact right thing.

“I was wondering when you’d ask.”

You both giggled, you even more so when Cole scooped you up bridal-style and carried you into the kitchen to eat your favorite food, peppering your cheek with kisses every step of the way.