#anonymous pda ask game

[rook-of-the-woods]

For the anon pda meme

👀💗💪🔊💙

👀: I’m too shy to talk to you💗: I want to give you a hug 💪: I’d fight someone if they talked shit about you 🔊: I’m really glad I started following you 💙: I have a friend crush on you

Hit me up in dms or something, I promise I don’t bite :) I’m giving you a hug too! Another anon knight hoorah! I shall soon have an army muahahahaha. Thanks so much <3

[nasirlye]

💭 and 💬

💭: i think about you a lot 💬: we should talk more!

EEEEEE we should!! :3

[nightmaretherabbit]

💪💜💗👑 /p

Ty <3

Please don't fight anyone lol

I am happy today.

HUGGIES!!

Blog aesthetic of a loser/hj

[mistchievous]

💜💘💗💪💭🎧🔊

💜: i want to make sure you’re happy 💘: i wouldnt say no to a platonic marriage 💗: i want to give you a hug! 💪: id fight someone if they talked shit about you 💭: i think about you a lot 🎧: you have excellent music taste! 🔊: im really glad i started following you!

You're so sweet. Omg. Why are you on anon? I'm gonna cry.

😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖

ALL THE HUGS AND KISSES FOR YOU, OKAY?

ALL OF THEM!

PDA Game! 🤗

[t4tstarvingdog]

👏👑🎧!!

everything you say is great wtf… + your blog aesthetic is lovely + you have excellent music taste!

THANK YOUUUU that’s so sweet!! i just redid my theme and i’m really happy with it :))

[tired-and-triggered]

🔊👀

I'm guessing this is from the Anonymous PDA Meme?

So,

"🔊: im really glad i started following you!"

That's probably the sweetest thing someone has said to me. 🥺💗 Thank you so much, anon! I wish I knew who you are... If you're one of my lovely mutuals, I'm glad I followed you back. 🥰💖

[coyotepawsteps]

off anon bc we're being brave-

💙 and 👑 for the pda ask game

woahg that was fast :o we weren’t sure we were actually gonna get any!! thanks for the ask!!

i’m really proud of my blog aesthetic so it’s nice to know other people also like it ^^

[savanir]

DP x DC prompt [17]

Tucker meets Danny (no not that one, Danny Temple)  through a Reddit about being a reincarnated important person.

They bond over a period of several weeks over their struggles with sudden positions of power and the responsibilities that come with that and surprisingly also over having a vigilante friend.

Danny Temple laments the fact that he hasn't seen his vigilante friend in a long while and his cult is keeping him busy so he can't just go out there and meet up

Tucker figures he could do his new buddy a favour. Kidnap some vigilante as a show of... friendship? General approval? To Signal that are allies or something. Drop him in egypt or wherever Danny's cult is at so they can catch up without anyone getting suspicious or whatever.

Shouldn't be too hard...

Though, wait, maybe he should keep kidnapping more as a last resort kinda thing. He should first just try to get the vigilante to act on their own by simply leaving an anonymous tip about their hidden, secret, possibly nefarious meeting. That seems less risky than full on kidnapping.

Tucker plans on asking his Danny, the Phantom one, on how he might get lured into a situation like that. Tucker doesn't really want to involve him in the actual action though... he'd feel bad if Danny took a hit on his reputation for this.

On that note. Tucker should ask his other Danny who exactly his vigilante friend is.

"Oh! It's Red Robin" he looks so proud about it.

Tucker realises he's going to have to step up his game a bit more cause he's sure tricking one of the Gotham birds is going to be a bit harder than your average teen hero (the kidnapping plan is starting to look even less appealing now...). But let it never be said he backs down from a challenge!

---

During a video chat while team Phantom is at Nasty Burger;

"Hey Danny come meet Danny"

Danny looks up from his food to see what Tucker is doing, "You're having way too much fun with our names being the same"

A voice pipes up from Tucker's PDA with laughter,  "it's very confusing sometimes"

"Anyway, hi Danny, I'm Danny"

Danny T can be seen grinning on the screen, "Hello Danny I'm- oh damn, that's even weirder"

Now Tucker and Danny are both confused.

"You look just like my buddy Tim"

Danny seems to find the whole thing funny so Tucker leaves the two of them to it and focuses on his own extra mega beef burger until he overhears Danny T go "oh he's in Gotham now sadly so-"

"Hm? Who?" Tucker asks and Danny distractedly goes "Tim" before going back to his conversation with other Danny and Tucker's brain is slowly putting a few pieces together before tossing it aside.

Massive coincidence that this Tim guy and Red Robin both are in Gotham, and besides, there are a gazillion Tim's on the planet. So without a last name there is no way he-

"-and last time I heard he's majority shareholder in WE and works closely with the CEO Lucius Fox. So we're both in like, leadership positions"

Oh his friend is Tim Drake.

"You're friends with Tim Drake!" Tucker butts in

A startled "woah" can be heard from both Danny's.

Meanwhile Sam finished pulling up Tim's latest news article that has a photo attached. "He's right, you two do look alike"

Danny T makes a little surprised noise "oh he stopped wearing glasses"

But really, it's probably just a huge coincidence that both are in Gotham, his friend, haven't been in touch in a while, Tim clearly has the money to do vigilante stuff if he felt like it.

... Tucker figures he could keep an ear out for any drama in the Wayne family before he makes his move. It might actually keep any other bats and birds from getting involved, and isn't that insane to think about?

[brain-amoeba]

i was sent this ask:

"Hello, you! can there be a headcannon where, (Scout, Sniper, demo, and my favorite Texan, engi) hugging S/o and the merc is like: “Oh no I’m in love with them” as their face is all red? And, S/o is sorta worried about them and asking “you good?” this scenario has been itching my brain for a few days lol

Anon jilly🦭🌺"

and i believe you may have forgotten to turn anon on when submitting the ask, so i still saw your url. out of respect for your anonymity, i will answer here instead of from the inbox, so hopefully it still finds you well! also i hope you don't mind i do a mini scenario for these as opposed to HCs, just to give yall a little more content :3

Mercs Getting a Big Ole Hug

Scout

-You two always had a strong bond, and a dynamic like childhood friends. It was always fun and games with Scout, and when the time came, he knew how to comfort you and be there for you albeit in his own clumsy and Scout-y way.

-It wasn't until he noticed the way the other Mercs looked at you did he start to see you as more than just a friend--he now became acutely aware of how soft your skin felt when it brushed up against his, the way your hair perfectly framed your face, every small detail about you, and he couldn't believe he never noticed any of this before.

-It was your day off, and as usual, you spent it with Scout. The two of you tired yourselves out playing catch outside, as well as other fun roughhousing typical of your other pastimes. While running for the ball, you tripped and fell forward, but Scout was quick enough to catch you, and held you in a tight embrace. You instinctively wrap your arms around his torso and bury your head in his chest. He maintains his grip on you, but his face is as red as his uniform--all of a sudden the outside air feels cramped and he's getting clammy. It was like getting hit with his own Atomizer: all the times he's admired every little thing about you coming together all at once to beat him over the head with the realization that he was in love with you.

-You finally let him go, looking up at him and yelping a bit in surprise. "Scout?! What happened to you? Should we go see Medic?!" You ask frantically, concern showing on your scrunched features as you took in Scout's seemingly-ill state. "N-Nah, I'm okay, really! More than that, actually...I feel amazin'." He gazed at you with a softness you hadn't yet seen before, but it sparked a warmth in your heart and your tummy that you didn't oppose.

Sniper

-Sniper wasn't exactly one for PDA, let alone physical touch. Just didn't tickle his fancy. But you, something about you gave Sniper the desire, for the first time in ages, to hold, touch, and generally be around someone of his own volition. But for some reason, he just couldn't find it in himself to act on those desires. Whether it be his own deeply-instilled professionalism or cowardice, he couldn't tell. Whatever it was, all he knew was him being afraid of scaring you off. So he did nothing. The minimal interactions with you now would suffice, and his imagination could do the rest.

-You weren't exactly having the best day. Just yesterday, you scuffed a one-on-one encounter with an enemy merc that cost your team the mission, and today's target practice was not kind to you either. You found yourself alone on the range, tears of frustration pooling in your [color] eyes as you trudged along to set up the target dummy Sniper once again. Overwhelmed by frustration, you found yourself hugging the Sniper dummy for even the slightest sense of comfort, dropping your rifle to the dust below with a thud. The real Sniper, who had volunteered to check on you, heard the sound of your rifle hitting the ground as he left the base. The impact immediately spiked his adrenaline and caused the worst thoughts to run through his mind. He quickened his pace, almost falling over in place once he beheld the scene. Sniper couldn't help but feel a tug on his heartstrings watching you embrace the dummy of him. A warm flush crept its way to his rugged features as he realized the depth of his feelings for you way-exceeded his expectations.

-It's now or never, he thought to himself, finally finding the courage to approach you. He put a large gloved hand on your shoulder, eliciting a fearful shriek from you. Your face reddened with embarrassment, stammering as you tried to come up with a good excuse for your behavior. Wordlessly, Sniper wrapped you up in a tight embrace which immediately soothed your worries. "Shhh. It's alright, roo. Don't cry, now." He spoke just above a whisper, and despite being there to comfort you, he himself was trembling with anxiety at what he's just done. When you finally gathered yourself and parted from the Aussie's embrace, your eyes widened. "Sniper! What's gotten into you?!" He looked down at you with a slight smile, as if it would conceal the way his heart pounded in his chest.

"You have, sheila."

Demoman

-He wasn't always drunk! Okay, maybe he was, but that didn't mean he was always unaware. He was especially aware of a certain little merc who always took him to bed, always got him water, and always made sure to wish him a goodnight, even when the rest left him to drink himself to oblivion. He thought of you very fondly, like a close friend more than just a colleague. You were the first of the bunch to ever show a genuine compassion for him and actually attempt to care for him even in his drunken state (and he knew that was no easy feat).

-It was another night like always, the rest of the team off taking care of their own business while Demo had some precious one-on-one time with his scrumpy, this time accompanied by you! And you were actually drinking with him! It was the weekend, after all, and you decided what the hell, why not, and let your hair down a little. While not nearly as intoxicated as your Scottish companion, you definitely felt the buzzy warmth of drunkenness sneaking up on you. You felt more bubbly, confident, and silly. You gazed upon Demo fondly as he slurred through stories of missions, both failures and successes.

-Right as he was getting to the story's climax, he raised his arms above his head for dramatic affect, and you impulsively leapt into them. "Awwe Tavichhh, I wuv when you tell stowiesss" you mumbled into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso as if he'd leave you any second. The sudden show of affection almost sobered Demo up a bit, but he quickly dropped his arms and returned your embrace. In his drunken state, the warmth of your body against his felt like fire, and he couldn't help but notice the way you fit perfectly into him. Demo soon grabbed your shoulders, moving you back to meet his gaze. The sudden serious look on his face sent a shiver down your spine. "D-demo! What's the matter?!" He took in your flushed face as if he were looking upon the Mona Lisa herself before finally speaking, "Oh it's nothin, lass. I just enjoy lookin' at ye."

Engineer

-You were lucky enough to get some time off when you were informed this go-round of contracts did not include you. To your surprise, they didn't include Engie, either. You discovered this when you bolted for the workshop in a panic as you realized your prized headphones were destroyed! You were about to go on a walk before fishing them from your backpack and soon met with the disappointment of your prized possession in tatters--wires frayed, and hanging down almost mockingly.

-As you busted through the double doors of Engineer's workshop, he jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his wrench. "Well howdy to yourself too, darlin'!" He regained his bearings and approached you with a chuckle. "What's got you in such a tizzy, hm?" You simply raised the broken pair of headphones up*, looking at him like a lost puppy. "M-my headphones are destroyeeeddd!" You whined. Engie, behind his goggles, looked at you with a twinge of pain in his eyes just from hearing how distraught you were. Though he was empathetic to your "loss", he couldn't help but admire how adorable you sounded when you whimpered, and got a bit of an ego-boost from how you immediately came to him for aid. Engie took the headphones from you, inspecting them closely as he set them down on a nearby workbench. "Y'know, dear, these might not be a lost cause...let's see what some good ole fashioned Texan ingenuity can do!" He assured you with a sly smile.

-You fidgeted nervously as you watched over his shoulder while he tinkered away on your poor headphones. "Can I get you somethin' to drink darlin'? Maybe some water?" Engineer didn't take his eyes off the headphones as he spoke, currently re-twisting and wrapping wires before getting to work on the broken frame of the device. "I'm okay, thank you, Engie..." Truthfully, you were just too nervous to take your eyes off of the headphones while Engineer repaired them. Of course, you trusted his skillful hand, but with them being such a meaningful item to you, you couldn't help but hover over his shoulder and watch. Suddenly, Engie spoke up again, this time with a command-- "Close your eyes, dear." Nervously, you did as you were told. Engineer turned to face you, gently placing the repaired headphones on your head. Your eyes shot open and hands immediately went up to feel the newly repaired device now muffling your hearing.

-Without a second thought, you pulled Engie into a tight embrace. "Engie, you're the best!! Thank you so much!" You exclaimed, nuzzling his chest a bit as the two of you embraced. His large gloved hand gently caressed your back, giving it a slight pat in response to your praise. While Engineer typically maintained a relaxed exterior, internally, he was practically melting. A proper southern gentleman such as himself couldn't be indecent in the presence of a lady, but the fog on his goggles and pink in his cheeks said otherwise. You pulled away, removing the headphones. You went to inspect them further, but the sight before you stopped you dead in your tracks. "Engie?! You feeling alright??" He looked like he was about to pass out--and he felt like it, too.

-Engineer simply nodded, placing his ivory-colored cowboy hat on your head in response.

*this is exactly what i envisioned for this scene btw

[sweet-villain]

Trying To Make It Make Sense~ B.H

Anonymous asked:

I'm so happy to see you back! I hope things are well :) I do have a request if you are taking then but if not that's totally ok!

My idea was if the reader was dating billy and is friends with Eddie and the whole gang? Maybe just some fluff of them hanging out as a group but billy makes it known he's with the reader through pda and being cuties with her

Note : I don't really see Billy being really an affectionate type around people.

You stared down at your lap and fidget with your fingers as you felt eyes on you.

It felt like the most uncomfortable silence as your friends stare in disbelief in what they were seeing. It wasn’t anything that bad, you thought.

To them, this was a first and a shocker to them all. You had a boyfriend.

His name was Billy Hargrove. The same Billy Hargrove that picked on Steve.

The same Billy Hargrove that called, his step sister Max, shit bird. The very same on that drove the loud Camara. 

  An arm wraps around your shoulder as someone pulls you into them, its familiar arm fills you with comfort. It’s Billy.

He chews the gum in his mouth as he stares down back at Eddie, Dustin, Steve, Max and the rest like they were challenging him. 

“ Is this a joke? Have you done something to her, Hargrove because I swear-” Eddie gets off by you as your head shot up and you shake your head. 

“ Eddie, stop” you stood up from your spot that you were sitting at to stop Eddie who looked like he was ready to throw hands if he needed to. He had his fist by his side as his jaw clenched tight. 

“ I don’t understand why you were with him. I mean, come out. Out of every guy in Hawkins. You pick him” Steve throws his hands up as he shakes his head in disbelief.

He was more shocked that he wasn’t your first choice in this matter. The two of you were close and had moments where the two of you would flirt. 

Steve didn't like this at all.

Billy smirked as he eyed Steve. Steve kept muttering to himself with his hands folded across his chest. 

Max had a feeling the two of you would get together since you kept coming over to tell “ I’m just tutoring Billy. The teacher asked me to, and I was happy to do it.” You had to use that to be around Billy in his room to get past Neil.

He wasn’t too happy about having a girl in Billy’s room. 

The door was to be opened and one day Neil walked by to see the two of you closer than he liked and the studying had to be done in the kitchen.

Susan had turned a liking to you and she would watch some softness come out in Billy when you were around. She didn’t dare to tell Neil. 

Max saw it too. 

“ Did you know anything about this?” Dustin asked, as he looked towards Max for answers. Max simply had a smile on her face as she shrugged. 

“ You two really think they are together?” Steve suddenly asked, coming out of his pouty face and uncrossed his arms as he continued to stare down at Billy with a glare on his face.

“ These two must be playing some game.” 

“ Games are for kids, Harrington. Seems like that more your turf” Billy says. 

Inside Billy was kinda nervous being surrounded by your friends who were staring like they were about to run after him with pitchforks. 

“ Who did you make a bet with, hm?” The question catches you off guard and everyone turns to stare at Eddie who for one second doesn’t believe you are going out with Billy Hargrove.

There was no way. 

“ Did Carver put you up to this?” Eddie continued to ask. “ The two of you seem to chatter like little old ladies from the last time I saw you two.” 

“ What is your business that I talk to my friends about, Munson?” Billy asked.

“ Friends” Steve, snorted. 

Billy turns to Steve hearing him snicker. 

“ You have something to say, Harrington?” Steve shot up from his seat as he put his hands on his hips as he stared down at Billy. “ Why her?” Steve asks. 

Billy’s face changes at the question and Robin swore for a moment she saw it.

There was a wall breaking that he had put up a front like he always does. Her eyes widened a bit as she caught it. She looked around the room to see if anyone else caught it.

No one did as they continued to look at Billy. She felt proud of herself and mentally gave herself a pat on her head.

You glanced up at your boyfriend who still has his arms around you. He felt you staring at the side of his head and turned his head to glance down at you.

His blue eyes met your own and they were shining. 

“ Is that a smile?” Dustin asked. Max swatted his arm. “ Ow! That hurt, no need to get abusive. Jeesus.” 

She only did it because she saw Billy was having a moment as he looked down at you. She never saw him like this. Happy. 

“ Because she makes me feel like I’m not alone, that finally I belong” what Billy really wanted to say was that he loves you but he wasn’t about to say it in front of your friends knowing they were going to use that against him. 

You melted at his words knowing he meant that you made him feel safe. You made him feel wanted. That he mattered. To you. That was enough for him. 

The girls “ awed” at his words and happily sighed seeing the way Billy looked at you and the way you looked at him. 

Your hand came up to cup his cheek, immediately he leaned into your touch feeling it would be a while since you’ll touch him again.

Some of his hair falls into his eyes while he leans in and they sparkle. 

“ Gross” and “ ew” and “ I’m going to throw up” are what interrupted the moment between the two of you. Billy forgot for a moment that other people were in the room with him and you.

Immediately a scold appeared on his face as he turned to your friends. Their eyes widened at his fast reaction and they all gulped. 

“ If any of you use the words I said leave your mouth and I hear you babbling, I will not hesitate to do something about it. Is that clear?” Billy asked with his fist by his sides. 

The gang didn’t get to answer him because your hand reached out to tug his jacket letting him know you wanted his attention. His eyes drop down where your hand is tugging his jacket and his fist unclenches.

“ Sit down, Billy. They won’t. I know them. Right, guys?” you turn to look at your friends. “ I’m really happy with him and I know you guys aren’t happy with me right now. But he cares about me, I care about him and that should be enough for you guys.” 

Billy sits back down as his hand lands on your leg as it rests there with your hand falling on top of him. The sensation of warmth fills him and his heart races as he turns to look at you. The smile returns to his face. 

For the first time everyone is shocked and finds it strange how you softened Billy Hargrove. He was smiling right now crying out loud. 

“ Hargrove” Eddie calls out to Billy, catching his attention. “ I will not hesitate to break your bones or light your car on fire if you ever hurt her” he points his ring finger at Billy.

“ I don’t care if you're sorry or you're going to plead. You hurt her. I will hurt you.” 

Eddie has always been the most protective of you, you were like a little sister to him.

You were always coming over to bring him food, making sure he was fed and looking after him when he’s sick. You would check on Wayne too, make sure he had new clothes to wear too. You were family to the Munson’s. 

“ Eds” you called out to him. He turns his head to glance at you. 

“ Thank you for looking out for me, but I can handle it.” 

“ I’m never going to hurt her, '' Billy says. “ If I do, then shit bird can sell my car, '' he says with a grumble. His car means a lot to him and for him to say that means that he does really care about you. The gang is surprised once again. 

“ Don’t sell it, we can burn it” Mike says. Billy goes up to look like he was going to pounce on Mike but you hold him back, shaking your head. 

“ We’re serious Hargrove,” Steve says. “ You do anything to hurt her, in any way” he points to the gang, “ you better run. Because you are not coming back on your two legs” 

“ She means a lot to us” Nancy says “ she’s our best friend.” 

“ That we do anything for” Lucus says. 

Billy chuckles, “ You don’t scare me peepsqueaks” he looks between Dustin, Lucas and Mike. 

“ We’re serious Billy” Max says to him. “ Even if you're my step brother. You hurt her-” 

“ We hurt you” El finishes. “ But we're happy for you,” she adds as he looks around the group. “ Right?” The group grumbles underneath their breath. 

“ No, say it with me” El claps her hands as he points to you and Billy “ we are happy for them.” 

All you heard were a bunch of groans and “ yeah, yeah” and “ we don’t trust him still” and Robin said, “ he’s more of a dingus than Harrington is.” 

You loved your friends and wouldn’t change them for the world.

Sudden feeling of a peck on your cheek breaks your attention from looking at your friends but at your boyfriend who shrugs like he wasn’t the one who did it.

But he did. He wanted to show some sort of affection, but not too much because he isn’t like that around people. 

You knew he only did that to show that you really were his and he was serious about you to your friends.

Even though he did place his hands on your leg and had his arm around you. He got up the courage to kiss you on the cheek. 

You didn’t ask him to show this type of affection. He did it on his own and you can tell he was proud of himself as he glanced at his lap with his cheeks hinted red. 

“ Okay, there will be none of that around” Dustin says as he points between the two of you. 

“ There will be ground rules if he is going to be around us” Mike says. 

Max rolls her eyes, but she nods a little knowing what was coming. 

“ There will be no kissing,” Dustin says. 

“ No touching like” Mike looks down at himself looking around where. Robin hits him upside the head which he whines about as he rubs the back of his head, glaring at her. 

“ That wasn’t necessary,” he says.

“ Trust me, it was,” Steve says. 

“ But ease down on the public affection. If the two of you want to touch and make out, there is a home were two of you live in and a car which you drive in” Eddie says. 

“ Are you jealous, Munson?” Billy asked as he leaned a bit to inspect Eddie. Eddie scrunched up his nose and shook his head. He felt a shiver run down his spine. 

“ Jealous of what? You two? No way, Y/N is like a sister to me and that would be gross” 

In the middle of this, your hand interlaces with Billys and it doesn’t slide between your friends as the spot it. 

“ awe, they are holding hands' ' El gushes and stares at Mike, hitting his shoulder. “ Why do you not hold my hand anymore?” Mike rubs his shoulder as he looks away from El and looks around asking for help. 

The rest of the conversation between your friends, you block out because you happily stare at your boyfriend as he starts to talk with you friends.

You were hoping they would warm up to him. You squeezed Billy’s hand letting him know you're still there and not going to leave any time soon. 

Billy had the warmest feeling inside, he began to laugh with his friends and teased Steve. 

This felt like home.

[rook-of-the-woods]

💜💗💪

💜: I want to make sure you’re happy 💗: I want to give you a hug 💪: I’d fight someone if they talked shit about you

awwww thank you! I’m hugging you too anon. And thanks for standing up for me, my anonymous knight in shining armor.

[nasirlye]

👏💭💙💛💜

👏: everything you say is great wtf… 💭: i think about you a lot 💙: i have a friend crush on you! 💛: i just think you’re cute! 💜: i want to make sure you’re happy

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ;w; I'm flattered!!

[nightmaretherabbit]

💜: i want to make sure you’re happy

💗: i want to give you a hug!

💪: id fight someone if they talked shit about you

🔊: im really glad i started following you!

Anon PDA meme

:]]]]

[mistchievous]

👀💗👑

Also, I'm glad I follow you, but I couldn't figure out what the emoji was. Lol.

👀: im too shy to talk to you 💗: i want to give you a hug! 👑: your blog aesthetic is lovely! 🔊: im really glad i started following you!

It's a little speaker with soundwaves coming out of it. 😂

AND HI, ANON! YOU'RE SO SWEET! COME HERE AND LET ME HUG YOU! 😭😭😭💘💘💘

AND DON'T BE SHYYYY. I'M NICE, I SWEAR! 🥺😇💖

PDA Game! 🤗

[inexorablyinsecure]

Sinclair… Sighed a little, as she watched the door between her, and Hong Lu close once more. Her heart pounded in her chest for a moment, as she let herself relax, her shoulders drooping for a moment as she closed her eyes, and… Then, turned on her heels, back towards the bed. Hong Lu was patient. He’d wait on her as long as she needed, to decompress and get dressed for their outing, and yet…

This was as much an outing for her, as it was for him. Someone had stolen something precious to him, and…  It was his turn soon.

She needed to be there for him. She needed to put everything behind her, and… Be there for him; to close her eyes to the inner turmoil she felt, and hold a hand for him like she had Don Quixote before him. Sinclair’s eyes ached as she brought a hand up, and rubbed away at them; as she dug her fingers into the sockets of her eyes, gently massaging the bridge of her nose, before… Taking a deep breath, and letting go.  [Long Post; Continued After the Cut]

To start, she removed the collar from her neck. It was cute, but it wouldn’t fit with the outfit, not… Really, and they would be going out in public. She didn’t need to look like that. In an instant, she winced as she felt her hearing grow… Lesser, as she felt her spine shift slightly, her posture worsen, as simultaneously, and instantaneously, the ears and tail that she had been sporting disappeared. With a slight shrug, she tossed the collar onto the bed, and… Then, set about removing her LCB jacket, awkwardly pulling it off while trying to snake her arms out, only…

To shift, and paused, as she heard a noise. A familiar noise.

A ping, from her PDA.

Her heart sunk, in an instant, as she began to glance around, as if looking for… Something. Something, whatever it was that a ‘Magical’ Anonymous asker had sent, only to wince as she felt something… Appear? Manifest? In her mouth. Lime, round. It was bitter, sour, she felt as if she should spit it out, with a slightly copper taste, and yet-- As if her body had begun to refuse her commands, she… Swallowed it.

Her heartbeat grew louder, in her chest, in that moment, as she lunged forwards, towards the bed, and grabbed at her PDA. Her grip tightened, knuckles growing white as she gripped the PDA, and… Began to scan the ask in front of her.

Sinclair… Almost seemed to relax, at that; having read the post. It… Didn’t seem that bad, really. So the last game Sinclair played… Huh? It’d been a bit since she had even opened a game on the PDA, since everything had been… So much lately. She couldn’t even really remember what the last game she opened was. She…

“Wait-”

The words left her mouth as… A wide eyed look overtook her expression, as she opened her mouth, and… Swallowed, uncomfortably. “Wasn’t I doing-” she began, frantically opening her recently opened apps, and… Flicking through them. “Wasn’t I doing my dailies before Kromer sent that ask, and-”

A fear. A certain kind of fear settled into her heart, as, she felt her skin… Prickle. Shift. Ripple.

As she heard the shattering of a mirror.

Her heart thundered in her chest, and in an instant--

Everything around her shifted. Everything around her was gone. She was gone; her mind moved faster, and faster. It was moving faster than a human mind was supposed to. It was… It was disconnected, as her vision flickered, blurred. As a slight disconnect came between herself and her body, and for an instant, she felt her body lag. She felt as if she was trapped somewhere, a bit away from her body. Connected to it, but away.

Her body felt heavy. Impossibly so, far more than before. It was a struggle to move it at all, and she felt her limbs stagger, flicker as she tried, as she fought to do something. To breathe, to move, to think, it all was so difficult. Her mind burned, her eyes hurt, her sight grew… Pixelated, as her head pounded. Memories flooded at once. Too many.

To o man y.

There was a girl who so l oo ked up to the h e r o e s that she would die/die/die/die give herself over to be c ome one and sh eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Would Kill Them To Become Them. 

To Surpass Them.

To Protect T h e m .

F o r 

H e r

Q u e e n

Her heart beat in her chest as she brought a hand up to her eyes, shaky, unsteady. There was a red glow. A red reflection, upon a white pair of gloves, as her hands flickered and shook in front of her. Metallic tendrils. Metallic, cold, claws. Beautiful, white gloves. Her breath hitched in her throat. It wasn’t real. She couldn’t breathe, and yet she had to. If her heart didn’t beat, she felt as if she would die.

She had felt this way before.

When Abe had begun the test, and when Red Shoes. Had betrayed them all. When she had Betrayed Her. When She Had Betrayed Them. When She had caved their sssssssssssssssssssssss$$$$sku

Her mind flared with pain, as she stumbled backwards, hands shifting towards her throat, unsteadily. She wasn’t human. She was no longer human, she knew this. Tears flickered at the corners of her eyes, as her mind seized. She had hurt them. She had killed them. She had failed them. They came back. They would rewrite their story. They would become Goddesses. They would tell a Fairy Tale Story, And Get A Good Ending. But she had Failed. She Had Failed. And Abe? Krom had been hurt in the process.

All Because of Him.

Her memory flickered. It melded and hurt, as her time with the Limbus Company mixed with… Another time. Her body was wrong. It felt right and yet wrong at the same time. Her hair was still the same, and yet it was different. Long. It covered an eye. But it was still a golden yellow, as it had always done. A beautiful yellow. Something was over her shoulders now, and her body had shifted. It was mechanical, and yet it had skin. It was soft, it was indistinguishable from a human’s.

But it wasn’t human. It wasn’t human. She waSN’T human. She was something else. A weapon to defeat the raptures. To defeat and kill humanity.

Beams of light erupted from something nearby, as if reacting to her thoughts. Were her walls physical, they would have been incinerated in the blast, and yet she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. Her throat had grown parched as she struggled to find something, anything, to sate it, and yet. And yet. Her hands struggled as she looked around, eyes desperately searching across the room, until finally setting on------

A mirror. 

Her heartbeat grew softer, and for a moment, she stumbled forwards, unsteadily upon a pair of heels. She wasn’t confident to walk in them, yet the body was. Mechanical. It walked on them perfectly, as if she commanded them to do so just like it was her own body. It was her own body. The only body She Had. And she. Looked in the mirror.

To See If She Was Beautiful.

The person in front of Sinclair was different, and yet it was undeniably her. It was the only body she had. It was taller than the one Sinclair had in her life, before becoming a Nikke. It had long blonde hair, which covered only the right of her two, red eyes; otherwise, it was tied back by a black bow, which allowed the rest of it to trail down harmlessly behind her. She wore a black choker, and had a black jacket slung over her shoulder… And was wearing a tube-top, almost skin-tight gray dress, who’s skirt ended just above her knees. 

More to that, however, was that her body was beautiful. 

It was different than the one she had in life. Of course, it had hardly a single scar or callous upon it, but it also was pleasantly soft; as if pampered, as if well taken care of. Her chest gave the impression that, had she been alive, she had been on hormones for quite some time, and her figure was… One that she might have been envious of, before. One she would have looked forwards to, and yet now, felt as if she had to protect.

It was an ideal. A beautiful ideal, that was important, as it was the gift she had been given, for being willing to pay such a price.

All that time ago.

Back when she was still just a girl who had been enraptured by their beauty as they saved her life.

Sinclair’s voice finally broke through, as she stumbled forwards, towards the mirror, and laid a pale, gloved hand against the window. She looked like she had never set foot outside the bus; as if the sun had never seen her before. She had been pale before, but now, she was ghostly. And her eyes, her red eyes…

Her head stung, as she tried to think. As memories mixed and melded, and as she tried to focus, tried to bring her mind to bear. Tears welled up against her eyes, but as she opened her  voice, she could hardly bring herself to speak. She hardly knew what voice would come out. She knew logically what she had become, who she had become, and yet the question that remained, that stuck out in her mind was------

If she wasn’t human, in the city, what was she?

She

Cried.

[ye4gerism]

𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑺 - 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 part three

word count 3.6k

content tags/warnings fake dating, jealousy, weird roommate and her weird boyfriend, black reader friendly

author’s note hi.

synopsis sophomore di lacrosse player jean kirstein gets dumped by gymnast mikasa ackerman. your roommate wants to break you of your shell. what happens when a party hosted by his teammates leads to him asking you to be his girlfriend? part two

"Anonymous" 3hrs

Jean fumbled

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You're sitting at a booth across from each other.

The longer your food takes, the more you're in your head about the decision you just made. The sentence 'I'll be your girlfriend' repeatedly played in your head. It was loud. It was quiet. It even had different accents and dialects.

"Are you good?"

Jean sits across from you, forearm resting on the table. With his other hand, he pushes his hair out of his face. You like how much he has. It isn't too long or short.

And those arms. You knew he was an athlete but what the hell was he eating to look the way he does?

'Calm down. He doesn't really-"

"Hey, you know what?” You weren't focusing. Again. “Let's talk terms and conditions."

"You made a contract?" you ask. Had he really thought that deeply about his proposal? Where did he even find the time between school, practices, and games? You were surprised but a little impressed.

"No? I didn't think it'd be that serious. Would you prefer one?"

You think for a moment. It really wasn't that serious. The Paradis Lacrosse League Draft occurred at the end of the school year in May. It's only February, meaning you have three months with this guy.

"I don't think a contract is necessary," you finally say, "I assume our ‘terms and conditions’ won't be too hefty?"

Jean nods. "Shouldn't be. Do you want to lay some ground rules?"

"Um..." You think back to all the corny fake dating Rom-Coms you've seen over the years.

"Obviously, we need to have a level of PDA, and several times we want to be seen in public," you start. You look at Jean's arm resting on the dining table. It's probably better to practice now. You take your hand and place it in his. Jean adjusts his hand to hold yours. Your stomach felt something - flutters, maybe. Or you were nervous and it’s just turning.

"Well...well...you know, we could do things like this. Holding hands and um...maybe hugs?" you suggest.

"We could probably do breakfast and lunch at the dining hall," Jean adds.

"That'd be nice." You normally had breakfast alone. Sometimes, a classmate would join you, but because nobody gets up for 10 a.m. (surprisingly), you are often left alone.

You imagine eating with Jean, whispering nonsense about your situation, and walking to class together as everyone gawks at you in the hallway. Then you remember the golden rule.

"Absolutely no kissing," you blurt out.

Jean cocks his head to the side. "Really?"

You blink. "Why? You wanna kiss me?"

"No. Well, yes! But in the context of our situation..." He hums. "I think it'd be appropriate to engage in some physical activity."

Your face twists in disgust. "Physical activity? Am I your fake girlfriend or your 'get over Mikasa ticket'?"

His face drops in realization of what you just said. "I didn't mean it like-"

"Sorry for the wait! Here's your food enjoy!" Your waiter had finally arrived with both of your plates. You say your ‘thank you’s before looking at each other to wrap up your PDA conversation. Hopefully, some food in your bellies would make the conversation a bit easier.

"I meant the kissing. Of course, I'd never hook up with you," Jean tries again. Your eyebrows furrow and you pull your hand away.

"And what makes you think I would want to hook up with you?" you hit back.

You and Jean look at each other with the same frustrated look. "We can just kiss at parties and games. No hooking up...and it's not because you're not pretty or anything."

You roll your eyes and begin eating your food. You ordered a skillet with eggs, green peppers, and potatoes.

Jean starts talking again. "You are pretty. You really are. I just don't think it'd be appropriate for us to have sex-"

"I don't want to have sex with you!" you say a little too loudly. Other guests and employees turn their heads to look in your direction. You cover your face in embarrassment; only some comical bullshit like this could happen to you. Jean on the other hand stifles a laugh.

"She's joking, she's joking," he says out loud, trying to wave wandering eyes off.

Your hands are glued to your face as you don't ever want to be seen again. You feel your side of the booth dip. Your fingers spread allowing you to see that Jean has moved over to your side. He puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer.

"Hey," he says quietly.

"Hi," you whisper back.

"We can leave. I'll ask for the bill and some boxes," he offers. You mutter a "yes, please". If there was one thing Jean could do for you, you would want him to take you back to your dorm immediately and never talk to you again. How could he bait you into saying that?

Jean flags down your designated waiter. You pull yourself together. Hopefully nobody you know is here. He pays for the breakfast and you both pack up your food. Finally, you're out of the establishment.

You let Jean open the passenger seat door for you and you slip in. Jean gets in on his side and starts the car. The ride is silent - silent in such a way, it makes the incident sink in and difficult to brush off. You're thinking about how embarrassing that moment was. You paint the scene out in your head and the more it plays, the more twisted and sickening it feels.

"Um...let's talk about social media," you hear Jean say. “I know you don't post much...which is great. I'll do most of the heavy lifting. We can take some pictures at games and...maybe you could soft launch us on your DirectGram story?"

You nod but don't add on. He looks over at you and back at the road. "Hey...what's our public narrative?" he tries again.

"We met at a party," you start.

"And I thought you were cute, so I approached you," he adds.

"We clicked really well and the rest is history," you say.

"We're just trying things out but I like you so much, I might even call you my girlfriend," Jean finishes.

The silence is awkward between you. "I really ruined our date. I'm so sorry," you apologize, "I'm so so embarrassed. I don't even know why I said that so loud-"

"No, no, no, I shouldn't have egged you on. This is on me," Jean interrupts, "I know we aren't a real couple but...can I make it up to you all at D-Hall? Maybe over breakfast?"

"I'd appreciate a do-over," you respond.

He smiles at you and places a hand on your knee briefly.

There's one rule you forgot but you didn't want to make things more awkward than they already were. No feelings. You will not fall for Jean Kirstein. It doesn't matter how charming, funny, or understanding he is; you must not fall for Jean Kirstein.

It's Wednesday afternoon. You just got back from your final class. Hitch was well aware of the situation.

"No, no, no, you're gonna make him eat his words" was her response to the sex conversation. Her answer to this was to take you shopping for "hotter" clothes. There was a party tomorrow by a frat; you asked Jean if he wanted to go and he felt it'd be a good idea.

The minute you stepped through the door, Hitch was ready to drag you right out and take you to the mall. She gave you some grace and let you set your bags down before rushing you right out again.

"Hitch, it is seriously not a big deal-"

Your roommate brings a finger up to your lips. "Shh...Your life changes tomorrow night."

"What is wrong with you?" you exclaim. You're in front of an elevator and it opens with, unfortunately, students inside, so you can't ask any further questions for now. The elevator finally reaches the lobby. You give Hitch one quick look, hoping she continues to contain herself until you get outside.

You walk out and Hitch leads you to a somewhat familiar car and once you get closer, you see that Marlo is sitting in the driver's seat. "He's coming too?" you ask Hitch.

"Yeah, why not? He's very much a part of this, is he not?" she replies callously.

You didn't have a problem with him tagging along but you would have appreciated a heads up beforehand. Hitch gets into the passenger seat as you get into the back.

"Hi Marlo," you greet sweetly. "Hi Y/N," he responds. You observe how Hitch and Marlo naturally lean in to each other for a quick peck and the thought of Jean just comes flooding. From his critique on Hitch to the idea of tomorrow - you in his arms as he introduces you to all his friends and...and the fact he'd be kissing you tomorrow.

"I saw you eating breakfast with your little friend," Marlo says. You look into the rear-view mirror and make eye contact with him. "Was he also prepping you for tomorrow?"

Maybe you're crazy or maybe this fake dating thing was all in your head but you felt that his tone was a little off. Was it jealousy? Marlo was the only person who didn't seem receptive to the whole plan.

"No...we were just eating breakfast. Like you're supposed to," you reply cautiously. Jean had made breakfast up for you, as promised. He talked to you about practice, asked you about your day, and even his teammates came by and said hi.

Marlo looks at you, still through the rear view mirror, for a moment. He opens his mouth but closes it. You look out the window and Hitch and Marlo start their own conversation.

Hitch had you try on a plethora of miniskirts, shorts, and crop tops. At first, it felt a little weird; it was almost as if Hitch wanted you to be Hitch rather than Y/N. You understood that this situation was scripted but you at least wanted to show some truth.

You gave in and picked some of the suggestions she provided. At least you could look forward to donating everything at the end of the year.

"Okay, we got a good amount of party clothes but...we need to make you look like a WAG," Hitch says.

"A WAG?" you ask.

"Wives and Girlfriends of athletes," Marlo clarifies, "You're the girlfriend of an athlete."

"There isn't a better acronym or term for that. Why WAG?" The term made you think of a dog wagging its tail. Was that like the joke?

Hitch drags you into Dylan's, a shop you thought only your mom or grandma would go into but when you think about the context, having a nice little over the over-the-top fancy dress would be helpful. Award ceremonies, end of year banquets...The Draft.

"You should get a dressing room. I'll surprise you with more clothes. Marlo, watch her." Hitch struts in the opposite direction.

You and Marlo head towards the dressing rooms. "So, um, you know your situation..." he starts.

"What about it?" you ask, a little annoyed. What was so confusing about you dating-not-dating a well-known athlete at your school who just got out of a dedicated relationship?

"Doesn't it feel like blackmail? I mean, come on. 'Date me, so you can get a job!'" Marlo points out. His tone is protective, however not in a way that a friend or even Hitch would want to protect you. It feels out of place with the extent of your relationship but at the same time…weirdly possessive.

What is he even talking about? Well, yeah, it did sound like blackmail to an extent. You walk up to the fitting room attendant, hoping that Marlo would lay off. He's just like his girlfriend.

"We were hoping to hold a dressing room. My friend is bringing some clothes down," you tell the attendant.

"That should be fine. Your boyfriend just can't come inside the actual dressing room," the attendant tells you, "Follow me."

You don't bother correcting her but give her a small smile before following her.

Once the attendant gets you a room and leaves, you step inside, creating a barrier between you and Marlo.

"It's just that you're really smart, you know?" he starts up again, "You don't need to date a guy to get a job you know you can get on your own."

"Maybe you should focus on your girlfriend and her liquor intake," you hit back, "Since you're so good at identifying promises."

"What was that?"

You don't respond. What the fuck is his problem? When you first met Marlo freshman year, you only knew him as the boyfriend - Hitch's boyfriend. You didn't speak beyond 'hi' or 'hello'. But now that Jean Kirstein acknowledged your existence, suddenly Marlo had so much to say about you.

You feel so much relief when you hear Hitch singing your name.

She comes back with a few dresses for you - some sundresses or athletic dresses for hotter game days, some you take and leave behind.

The last dress you tried on is a grey slip-on bodycon dress that goes down to your knees. It hugs you in such a way that you have to come out of the dressing room.

"Hitch?" You step out and do a slow spin to give her a look. "Where the hell would I wear this to?"

"To his apartment, maybe after a game or when he's stressed out," she starts. Hitch gets up and starts to circle you slowly, taking in your image. "I mean the whole point of this dress is to slip on and slip off...if you catch my drift," she teases.

You let out an "Ew!" as that's the last thing on your mind.

"I mean Marlo, back me up here. Is that not the whole point?" Hitch asks. Marlo is sitting in a seat, arms crossed. His eyes aren't on Hitch. They're locked on you.

"I just don't think he deserves all of that," he responds, almost in a trance. You look over at Hitch, who's looking at her boyfriend with pursed lips. Marlo slowly looks up at her and snaps back to reality. "I mean, she's not really with the guy! It's just for show. Y/N doesn't need all the extra shit."

Hitch stares at him a little longer before turning to you. "He's right. You don't need that. Doesn't look too good on you anyway."

Yikes. 'I'm being punished because your boyfriend has wandering eyes?' you think to yourself.

"I'll pay for it." You've felt off about Hitch for a while - from the first party you attend with her, the sudden interest in this fake relationship, and now these weird moments with Marlo. But you weren't sure and you didn't want to go to your roommate. The one thing that was clear in your mind though: you were going to start setting boundaries now.

"You're not seriously going to do that, are you? Like Marlo said, it's not like you're screwing the guy," Hitch hits back.

"Right, I'm not. But who knows...I can wear this to class or save it for that someone special. Someone that isn't Jean," you suggest. Hitch looks you up and down once more. She's trying her best to hide her disgust.

"Whatever," is all she can say.

Marlo and Hitch drop you off at Survey Hall and then drive off...maybe to make up for your shopping trip gone wrong. In the wise words of your roommate - whatever.

However, you couldn't help but feel a little upset. Did those two agree to make the day miserable for you? Why was she the only person you defined as a friend anyway?

When you get back to your dorm, you put all the shopping bags in your closet as you won't need them until tomorrow. You climb into your bed and let out a deep sigh. You pull out your phone and swipe through your contacts, looking for someone with whom you could share your frustration. Of course, everyone was a classmate or a family member who wouldn't understand your situation.

"Would I be weird if I texted Jean?" you ask yourself.

Hmm...

Fuck it.

Jean Kirstein

⤷ y/n hey! i hope your day has been good so far! thank you for breakfast this morning

y/n i know you're probably getting ready for practice but i'm so frustrated

y/n my roommates get on my fucking nerves but i can tell you over breakfast or lunch tmrw

jean kirstein hey. sorry to hear that. how long are you staying up? come to late night dinner @ d-hall. let's talk there

You turn off your phone and turn to lie on your side. Late night it is.

You wander around the dining hall, hoping to bump into Jean. It’s packed and, unlike breakfast, there weren’t any seats available. There are so many athletes walking around and eating and you start to understand why this specific time was called 'Late Night Dinner'. It felt a little strange to be here after dining hours with a bunch of people who probably wouldn’t look your way.

You walk to the back and you finally spot him. He has a black hoodie on and his hair is a little messy. Someone is sitting next to him, that little grey-headed head buzz cut kid from the party you went to. You walk up to their booth but when you get closer you find two more girls sitting with them on the opposite side.

You let out an "Oh!" and they stop the conversation they were having to look at you. 'I probably look so stupid right now,' you think.

"Hey Connie, get up and find a chair," Jean tells his friend. Connie gives him a confused look. "Why? I don't even-"

Jean raises his eyebrows at him and Connie eventually gets up to find a chair. Once his spot is vacant, Jean taps on the seat. "Hey Y/N, you can sit here."

You slip in. As you sit, you observe how he raises his arm and you realize that very arm is going around you. Time to play the part.

You scooch into him and he kisses your forehead.

One of the girls on the other side of the booth makes a confused face. She has brown short hair, tanned skin, and freckles sprinkled all over his face. "Okay, Jean, who is this? Didn't you just get out of a relationship just last week?" she asks.

"But to be fair, she has been spending a lot of time with Eren." Next to her is a blonde girl with her hair tied in a low ponytail.

"Y/N, this is Ymir," Jean points at the brunette and then at the blonde, "and this is Historia. Ymir is a softball player and Historia cheers all year round."

"And what about you Y/N? What's your story? How do you know Jean?" Ymir asks. Jean lets go of you, allowing you to breathe.

"Well, I'm all about school. I'm a PR major...um I'm not very athletic. I used to dance though, back in high school," you say. Dance was something you had enjoyed doing growing up but you didn’t take it as seriously until your sophomore year of high school. You took a class and fell so in love with it. You considered joining the team but later figured that you wouldn’t make it.

Connie comes back with a chair. He flips it over and sits on it, his chest laying on the back of the chair. He realizes his food is in front of you and leans over to drag his tray over to his side. He stops and looks up at you like you’re an actor he recognizes in a film. "You're that girl from that party. Hitch's roommate.” He snaps his fingers, as he clearly is trying to piece together important details about you. The one who threw your drink at Floch!

You feel your cheeks heat up. "That was you?!" Ymir exclaims!

You let out a meek, "Yeah.” "No, don't be embarrassed. We hate that guy," Ymir clarifies.

Everyone around the table mutters about how much they hate Floch before it all dies down.

"We still don't know how you two met," Historia says. “Wait let me guess! You threw your drink at Floch and Jean witnessed it and came to your rescue."

Jean shakes his head. "She came to her own rescue. I just thought she was cute and decided to approach her." He looks into your eyes and you literally want to explode. Explode in the sense that all of this makes you feel strangely happy.

"This is all news to me, man." Connie's tone is skeptical. From what you remember, he lives with Jean and they probably know each other well. Could he see the cracks in all of this?

"Maybe because I wanted to keep this private, man," Jean hits back. Connie rolls his eyes. "Sure."

"So, you're rooming with Hitch. What's that like?" Historia asks innocently. You look at Jean and then at Connie. You try to find the best words as you don't want to offend them but to be perfectly honest, you were really not starting to like Hitch.

"It's okay, we’re not big fans of her either…no offense, Connie,” Historia then says. Connie rolls his eyes and lets out a little “yeah, yeah.”

You smile to yourself, happy that you agreed to come to dinner and get connected to your fake boyfriend’s friends. It’s only a hope they don’t fade away when it’s all over.

"Anonymous" 29m

Bruh, who is this girl eating with jean @ l8 nite????

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