Team Romance just wants to help.

[slidellra.livejournal.com]

We at Team Romance were pondering why Team Angst is so, well, angsty, and we thought we'd try our hand at cheering them up. Because we're generous like that, and because we care.

We had hoped our gorgeously romantic drabble tree might do it, but no, Team Angst still seemed pretty down in the dumps. So we wrote them love bombs letters. Again, because we care.

And then we thought it might be a fun warm-up for Team Root to check out some of our anonymous brilliance. I can neither confirm nor deny anything, but it is entirely possible that not all members of our team wrote for this project of mercy, and that some members wrote more than once. It is also possible that Team Romance is the coolest ever.

1 love letters
2 love letters
3 love letters
4 love letters
5 love letters
6 love letters
7 love letters
8 love letters
9 love letters
10 love letters
11 love letters
12 love letters
13 love letters
14 love letters
15 love letters
16 love letters
17 love letters
18 love letters

In conclusion, even though we love them so very much, Team Angst is toast. ♥

Comments

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

\o/

We are the sweetest ever!!!! GO TEAM ROMANCE!!!!

[slidellra.livejournal.com]

YES!!

\♥/

[jadelennox]

Oh god 9 *broke* me.

[slidellra.livejournal.com]

Romance is powerful stuff. *puts you back together*

[akamine_chan]

Since I don't know which lovely Team Romance member was the one who defaced my angsty journal with their schmoop, I'll have to post this here.

My wonderfully angstful rebuttal is here. Take that, Team Romance!

[slidellra.livejournal.com]

Oh, honey. You are clearly far too talented to throw yourself away on angst. I know, angst seems cool and dangerous, and sometimes you don't think you deserve more, but you do. You deserve everything nice in the world, and I don't think pursuing a relationship with angst will give it to you.

Think it over. We're here for you whenever you're ready for us.

[akamine_chan]

Flattery will get you nowhere. I trusted Romance once, and it just turned out to be a cold-hearted, cheap, two-timing hussy who broke my heart and stomped all over it. Angst has promised to still respect me in the morning and I believe it. Sure, it might not be as passionate as Romance was, but at least I can trust it to not break my heart again.

[sdwolfpup.livejournal.com]

I loved all of these. Yay, Team Romance! (I'm totally biased. Hee.)

[slidellra.livejournal.com]

\o/

*twirls and twirls Team Romance, AKA the Best Team ever OMG*

[simplystars.livejournal.com]

*eyes your icon narrowly*

[slidellra.livejournal.com]

Isn't it pretty? Look how happy that polar bear is! ♥ ♥ ♥

Repost of Love Letter no. 9, on behalf of its talented and lovely author.

[slidellra.livejournal.com]

He'd shoved Ray out of the bedroom, locking the door behind him. He never locked the door.

"C'mon," Ray had crooned through the wood. "Ma will kill us if we're late."

"Horses. Hold 'em."

So Ray had. His horses were well and truly held. Stabled, fed with oats, the whole enchilada.

And now he hears the lock turn and he looks up from his seat on the couch
to see Kowalski leaning against the door frame dressed head to foot in a
dark navy suit that has very definitely seen a sheep at some point in the
past. Ray feels his jaw drop, he can't help himself. God, Kowalski
is beautiful. And Ray isn't just thinking of his outsides.

"You did this for me?" Ray asks.

Kowalski shrugs and smiles, slow and steady. It makes Ray grateful he's
already sitting down.

"You gotta do these things right, Vecchio. Meeting the family, that's
important."

"But you met them, like a million times. You were me, remember?"

"Yeah," says Kowalski, advancing towards Ray, fingers twitching at his
tie. "But, you know, I wasn't asking for my own hand in marriage, was I?"

Ray's jaw drops again. He can swear he feels it hitting his knees. He
manages to get out some kind of reply but it's definitely not in English.
Kowalski nods anyway, face serious now. He holds out his hand to Ray and
cocks his head to one side, questioning.

Ray reaches out and clasps Kowalski's hand.

"We'd better get going," he says. "You gotta offer Ma camels or
something."

"I was thinking maybe she could pay me to take you off her hands."

"Keep thinking, tough guy."

Ray brings their clasped hands to his mouth and kisses Kowalski's
knuckles, slipping a little bit of tongue in there because there's such a
thing as too much sap. He lets his eyes say all the other stuff he can't
quite squeeze out and he sees Kowalski get it.

They're a little late for dinner.

Love, Team Romance