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[moss-selfship]

Day 5 Confession

“Re-initiating data bank scans for possible emotional irregularity, i must have made an error” Robofortune ran subroutine and scans over and over as her and her new companion traveled along the sidewalk in the park of new meridian. Ever since the strange man named Mort had entered her existence, she had felt…different. She was a machine, created by the brilliant Dr. Brain Drain. Her purpose was to outperform the feline thief ms fortune. She was to be his greatest creation, he had built her with his best parts and uploaded countless hours of combat research into her systems to make her the perfect fighting machine. Granted he had also uploaded countless cat videos and internet memes into her systems on accident as well but he viewed it as simply making her authentic.  Sure he hated her memes and puns but he still believed she was his perfect creation. So when this stranger came into her existence, robofortune at first paid him no attention. He was seemingly a simple human that accompanied her on her task to hunt down the life gem. However she had miscalculated severely, this was no normal man and she had only begun to realize it when programs in her processor seemingly stopped making sense and her lightning fast processing had started to become erratic and random at times. She had begun to start running programs that she knew the Dr had not programmed into her. Each time she had looked at this man she felt her internal temperature rising, her motherboard would feel scrambled and all she could picture in her visor were small pictures of little cats with hearts around them. She tested her systems over and over and over, and yet each time she couldn't reach an answer that was 100% correct until finally it all pieced together. “Mort…may I speak for a moment?” Robofortune spoke, her vocal box feeling almost shaky as if she was struggling to talk. The man in the suit turned to look at her. “Of course lass, what is it?” He asked, she could tell he seemed concerned and was looking over her. Something about him looking over her with care and concern made her cooling fans whir faster than ever and she could feel her circuits going wild. “When I first met you my program was to find the life gem and defeat the feline thief, it was what I was created for and my sole design. Between the  various feline memes and internet lingo my reason for existing was taking the soul gem….but ever since i met you, i feel…different.” She placed her hand on her metallic chest where her mechanical heart thrummed. “I have begun experiencing errors and glitches that i have never felt before, my systems heat up so much faster when I look at you. I am having EXE files run in my cpu that were never programmed in me. I am beginning to learn and experience unlike an AI the Dr has ever created…i have started to feel…like my own being..like i am MY own person..i feel like i have something to fight for, a REASON to fight..i believe i have gained sentience beyond what my creator designed..and ive run diagnostics over and over and over..scanning all of my emotional programs and i have realized i am constantly running an EXE program that was not there to begin with….i believe it i am running LOVE.EXE!” She exclaimed loudly! Tossing her hands up as pink and red confetti fired out of the slots and rained down, pink hearts displayed on her eye visors. Mort stared at her eyes wide, his pale face tinted red as he  softly smiled. “I love you to my little robot” Mort said softly, taking her hand, placing a soft kiss on her metal hand. Robofortune stared down at her hand. Suddenly mort could hear her internal fans going at max and see her eyes blue screen as she stared at her hand as the error sound played. “ROBOFORTUNE.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING, INTERNAL PROCESSORS OVERHEATED! Please do not dunk me in water to cool down!” Mort couldnt help but chuckle as he waited for his new lover to reset. this one i finished at like 3am so technically its day six but i worked late so sue me prompt and credits here!

[mooglecharm]

promptis hanahaki apocalypse AU

[originally on twitter. finally got around to writing this! this was supposed to be an apocalypse AU but really - all of WoR is an apocalypse AU. so i just set it there for funsies.

[including the meme photos here for attention. check my QRT in the twitter link for the source.]

For the most part, it was all right. Prompto could go for days without thinking of him. As long as no one mentioned him, Prompto could busy himself with other things and he'd be fine.

There was, after all, so much to do in the Dark. He had that chocobo shelter to help run. And the Lestallum armories to maintain. Not to mention dropping by Hammerhead every time Cindy said she needed a hand.

All this and more should have been enough to keep his mind off Noctis.

They almost were.

But now and then someone would say his name. Sometimes it would even be Gladio or Ignis, which made Prompto secretly glad that they rarely crossed paths anymore.

Those two had their own things going. And after years, they only got back together on Noct's birthday as a matter of ritual.

And then, inevitably, they would talk about Noct.

Or at least, Ignis and Gladio did. They never seemed to notice how Prompto would stay silent as they told their stories, and only made small sounds where appropriate.

They must have thought that it was just grief, and never faulted Prompto for it.

Whenever they caught Prompto coughing slightly, they would joke about how that cough seemed to be as old as the end of light.

Prompto only ever laughed along. He hid it well.

But once, Ignis caught him in a coughing fit. He was alarmed by the sound. It was as if Prompto was struggling for air.

Prompto was about to collapse forward, but Ignis caught him.

Flower petals fell on Ignis' bare hand and arm. Then he finally understood.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Yeah," Prompto rasped.

More gently, Ignis asked, "Are you lying?"

Prompto answered with a small, miserable laugh.

Ignis sat Prompto down, and urged him to talk about his condition. After some reluctance, Prompto admitted that he believed it started when he was in Niflheim, after he fell from the train.

He didn't know WHY that was when it started, but he had a theory: it was being separated from Noct that did the trick.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder…that's what they say, right?" he lamely quipped. "So Aranea said she caught up with you guys and when she said 'princely pal', it just…happened." His hands formed into loose claws in front of his throat, as if Ignis could see them. "Like something wanted to burst out of my lungs."

"It must hurt," Ignis said sympathetically. He had read up on the disease. It was rare, but it was sometimes fatal, and it always caused pain.

"Buddy," Prompto bitterly chuckled, "you don't know the half of it."

"It doesn't help that while you feel this way, there's no known cure," Ignis sighed. "Except for your feelings being returned by the object of your affections."

"Yeah? When's THAT gonna happen?"

Ignis softened his voice again. "He's going to come back."

"He'd better!" Prompto sounded cheerful, in that forced way that had become familiar to Ignis. "Because if he's dead and I still have it, I'm probably going to have it forever, and…" He started to sob. "…and that's going to suck, right?"

Ignis didn't answer. He only laid a hand on Prompto's shoulder, kept it there as his younger friend's sobs quieted down and his breathing evened.

Besides fighting the dangers in the dark, Prompto had been suffering unspoken confessions, unreturned desires, choking him from inside, for years.

It was the first time for anyone else to know that he had been fighting the hardest to survive until Noctis' return.

[scbastlans]

“Don’t yell at me.” - from z

“Then stop being so fucking calm,” Sebastian exclaimed, frustratedly running a hand through his hair as he paced up and down in front of the other boy. “Do you not get it? This is the worst thing that could have possibly happened! That fifth year girl caught us kissing, Diggory. KISSING. Me, kissing a Ravenclaw! A nerd! And no offence, but your fashion sense isn’t even all that admirable! Didn’t you recognize her? She’s the one who spreads all the good gossip around here! This is a nightmare!” 

Fuck. Sebastian had himself to blame for a lot of things, but this might be the worst so far. Sure, Z was hot and he liked kissing him after they argued for a bit, but… He never intended to get caught. Hell, he didn’t even feel like going anywhere farther than kissing with the brunet, what with how awkward the other got anytime they just made out. This truly was a nightmare, and Sebastian wasn’t sure what he was meant to do. He was pretty sure the younger girl who had caught them was a pureblood from a respectable family, so he couldn’t exactly hurt her… God, what was he going to do?

[shroudcore]

Speak now, or forever hold your peace. (II)

Summary: You crash the wedding with Grim and Ortho. Unlike the others, proposing isn’t on your mind. You come with a very different approach. 

An angstier take on Ghost Marriage. Idia x GN!reader. Reader is MC, or takes the role of MC in this story. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Warnings: none

If the students of NRC thought they’ve seen Eliza at her angriest, they were wrong. The fury she displayed now was incomparable. While Idia fawned over your dramatic anime-worthy entrance, the new interruption was getting on her last ghostly nerve.

“Guards! Seize them!” she roared. Immediately, the ghosts went into action. Idia held his breath as he watched the obedient ghosts charge at you, Grim, and Ortho. He hoped you didn’t barge in with no plan. If you didn’t come equipped with useful items, you would end up like everyone else. 

Chubby, determined to get rid of the intruders that caused distress to his beloved princess, was eager to get rid of you. (”Simp”, Idia muttered) However, eagerness wasn’t enough against an opponent equally as determined. As soon as he got too close, an unknown force threw him backwards to where Eliza floated, shocking the princess.

“Chubby! Are you alright?”

Idia, on the other hand, was elated. 

“Th-that’s so OP!” he exclaimed. He knew you heard him, because your gaze flicked to him for a split second before looking away. Embarrassed, Idia shut his mouth. He’d expected at least a smile. 

After Chubby’s failed attack, other ghosts attempted to face your group. They only met the same fate. Confused, they could only pay their apologies to the princess and watch on in helplessness. Just what did you have up your sleeve? Who did you get such an SS-tier item from?

“Princess, it’s impossible to stop them!” the last of Eliza’s guards told her. For the first time that night, she looked afraid. 

Grim guffawed, while you smirked. A familiar look. It was always there before you jumpscared an enemy, or before you checkmated a poor opponent. Idia might have thought it was kinda hot. At the moment, he was oblivious to his gaping mouth, and how wildly his hair blazed. What were once lightly blushing tips were now an alarming red—a level of ferocity never seen from him before. 

“You can’t touch or hurt us!” boasted Grim, a devious smirk on his face. “We had some he—mprfgh!” He was abruptly cut off by Ortho’s robotic arm covering his mouth. Idia’s brother shook his head at your noisy dorm mate. 

“Release my big brother now!” he demanded. Idia grimaced, but didn’t feel too worried. As long as Ortho was with you and your anti-ghost protective shield, he would be safe. 

As expected, the ghosts were affronted. 

“How dare he order the princess like that?”

“You ought to be punished for your insolence!”

“To intrude on a royal wedding and speak disrespectfully! 

“Send them to the gallows!”

One talked, and one talked over the other. Soon, all that could be heard was an unintelligible susurrus of disembodied voices. One ghost had enough of it, and shouted to Eliza: “Princess, the kiss! Do what must be done!” 

“NO!” You and Ortho yelled at the same time. You continued to walk towards the makeshift altar as your two companions followed close behind. Ghosts rushed to block your path, but you pressed on as your invisible shield threw them back. It looked absolutely badass. Well, anything you did was cool to Idia, anyway. 

 “Out of my way!” You commanded, strong and unwavering. He’d seen you annoyed and angry before, but never up to this point. It basically radiated off of you that a danger warning could be floating above your head. 

“S-so intimidating... “

“So scary!”

Sure, this wedding crasher looked like you, but something was different. An unexplainable sinister aura wreathed you tonight. Was it your glare, or was it that regal suit you wore? Idia must have been too distracted by you, that he only noticed now how your cape seemed to drag shadows with it. You were a villain... much like one of the villains from his video games! And something else that was familiar. 

Whatever it was and wherever it came from, there was a menacing presence in the hall tonight. 

All were silent, except for the wind whistling through the hall. If one listened more carefully, they would hear drowned-out cackles. But it is just the wind, right?

“Wh-who are you?” Eliza finally asked. The ghosts who were ashamed at being unable to seize you began to form a protective ring around their princess. Eliza herself, Idia noticed, was starting to curl in on herself—her presence shrinking the closer you approached. “What do you want?”

“The groom,” was all you said, staring her down as if eyes alone could exterminate the ghost in front of you. 

“Idia?” she asks weakly, glancing at her tied-up groom. Idia said nothing and did nothing but look at you, attempting to telepathically communicate his panic. You barely even looked at him. 

“He’s mine.” 

Hold up—?

More gasps and chatter. They sounded less like whispers and more like the buzzing insects he heard whenever he snuck out at midnight. The world spun. Idia stared at you open-mouthed. 

If he were asked to describe his state of mind at this moment, it would be similar to a loading screen. Suddenly, everything you did together played back in a 1.75x supercut sequence. 

Mine. 

Mine. 

Mine.  

“Wh-what?” Eliza sputtered. “What do you mean?” 

You answered her, voice losing the steadiness it possessed just moments ago. “You have the man I love.” 

Wha… 

KDJAFCKSAJHDKACBSXCJSIEUDS?

Idia.exe has crashed. Reboot? 

~~

The audience’s reactions were varied. Some students on the floor were amused by the spectacle and could have used some popcorn (and a comfortable position) during these times. Some were horrified and disappointed by the idea of the prefect being in love with Idia Shroud the shut-in. Some were much too confused to feel anything. 

“Pardon…? What did I just hear?” Azul asked the floor.

“Puppy love,” Lilia wept, sniffling very loudly. “You know, this reminds me of when I was young...” 

“Whaddaya mean when you were young?!” Floyd snapped. His irritability had spiked up even more when you arrived. His position prevented him from witnessing the events. Everyone on the floor could feel his bad mood rolling off of him in waves. 

“Hey! Watch your tone when speaking to Lilia!” scolded Sebek. 

“... Are they acting?” Leona mumbled. 

“Oh, this better be an act.”  said Vil.  “... though it does not seem to be.” The last part of his observation remained unheard by anyone else, except for Rook. 

“I believe we are witnessing a genuine love confession,” added the Chasseur d’Amour himself, voice soft as he sighed dreamily. “Engrave this moment into your memories, everyone! We are fortunate to witness it…”

But no one shared his enthusiasm about the situation. The others expressed their displeasure by groaning and complaining. “... well, even in this state we are in?” he added as a follow-up. 

~~

Reboot. 

You once fell asleep on Idia’s shoulder after finishing a movie. It was something you both only watched to make fun of, but you were apparently too tired to give your top-tier jokes and meme references. The contact sent his heart into overdrive as he froze, begging for option boxes to appear and help him. The flames of his hair blazed so brightly that it woke you back up. It was embarrassing, and sometimes he would remember it late at night and cringe. 

It was happening again, but worse. Any moment now, he was sure that he alone could burn down the cafeteria, if not the whole school. This was stupid. Why did he get that worked up over an obvious act? A mere ploy to get the ghosts to release him?

Reality catches up and deals him triple attack damage. Crowley probably put you up to this. You were probably annoyed that you were forced to do this, weren’t you? That’s why you couldn’t even look at him. It had to be the cruelest joke that fate ever threw his way. 

“I can’t say I don’t understand you, Princess,” you tell Eliza, forcing a smile. “Idia is perfect, is he not?” He felt your eyes on him. This time, it was he who couldn’t quite meet your gaze. Looking down at the floor was all he could do; it couldn’t judge his blushing face. Only when the warmth in his cheeks faded did he feel it safe to look back up again. 

“You see him, don’t you, Princess?” Your voice began to falter, losing the confidence and authority in it that scared the ghosts. “He’s so much more than what everyone else thinks! We agree on that, don’t we?”

Eliza’s face softened, nodding. “Yes. I’ve seen how these people insult him!” she tells you, gesturing to the ‘failed princes’ on the floor.

“But we’re still different,” you stepped closer, but still far enough so that your invisible anti-ghost forcefield wouldn’t activate. “You don’t want to marry Idia, you want to marry your fairytale prince.” 

Eliza appeared to be genuinely confused. She looked around at her companions, before turning back to you. “What do you mean?”

“You’re in love with your ideals, not the person himself,” you explain. “You only chose him for his appearance. Am I right? His personality, likes and dislikes, and possible flaws don’t matter to you.”

Eliza seemed deep in thought. While she was silent, you release a bitter laugh and threw your hands up.  “I mean, do you even know what his favorite candy is?”

Pomegranate drops. You asked to have some, but he refused to give you any. He wouldn’t tell you why, but he let you assume it was his favorite and didn’t want to share because of that. 

That wasn’t it, though. Maybe he’d tell you once you were both out of here. 

“You’ve never stayed up until 4am just to join him on a raid!” You waved your hands wildly, lost in your rant. Whether Eliza understood you or not, you seemed to have stopped giving a damn. 

“Weak!” he teased, noticing your drooping eyelids and reduced concentration. Deep down, he felt bad for keeping you up late.  “Look, it’s fine if you need to rest.”

“Nah, let’s finish this. What are you going to do without me?” you replied, smirking.

“You don’t even have 4-hour conversations with him on Magicord VC like I do!” 

It lasted up until 3am. You two were laughing at memes. He could hear a groggy Grim complain in the background about the noise. 

“Alright. Here’s a question, princess. How much would you risk for the man beside you right now? Bet that’s where we’re different...”

Eliza’s gaze darted back and forth between you and Idia. Even the other ghosts were silent, waiting for your next words. 

“... because if you ask me, I would risk everything! That’s why I’m here wearing this stupid suit!”

It’s not real. It’s not real. The emotion behind every word was a punch to the gut. If you kept this up, he might need a healer soon. Ever since he realized he was falling, he tried to quell the sparks of hope you ignited whenever you did something nice for him. All that hard work was gone. Each word you uttered was gasoline. 

“To think that if I arrived minutes later… th-that I would never see him again!” A sob escapes your throat, your intimidating persona crumbling.

No, don’t do that. Idia wanted to reassure you that he was still there and he was okay, but he couldn’t. It’s part of an act. It’s part of an act. 

“So please… just let him go.” The front you wore has completely dissolved. There you were, reduced to a sobbing mess in front of a ghost princess and the students of NRC. 

You weren’t the only one. All traces of anger or fear have vanished from Eliza’s face. Instead, she put her hands over her mouth. The princess had been moved to tears. Finally, she turns to Idia. “Idia, they seem to l-love you very much… ”

“That’s right.” You wiped your tear-streaked face and pointed an accusing finger at the ghosts. “And all of you! Are you going to enable her forever? Encourage her shallow ideas of what love should be?” 

They all looked down, unable to meet your eyes. 

“You have no right to just snatch him up and claim him as yours,” you told Eliza with an unfaltering resolve, despite your tear-covered face and your crumbled front of strength. “Did you never think… that there could have been someone waiting for him to return?” 

“I-I never meant to!” Eliza cried. “I was so blinded by my own happiness. I never thought… never even considered…” 

“Princess, it’s alright. We all make mistakes.” Chubby told her, trying to be reassuring. 

“Tell me, intruder. How else am I going to find my prince?” she asked you with no trace of hostility. You stopped for a while, staring at her. 

You must not have expected the question. Idia saw you look at him—it was the longest time you’d looked at him all evening. Clearing your throat, you began to explain. You fumbled a bit, scratching the back of your neck and tugging at the hem of your coat as you explained what a perfect partner should be. 

As you spoke, Idia was enthralled by your voice and most of all, the knowledge you possessed about love and romance. He hadn’t seen this side of you before. How did he ever think that a hundred dating sims could make him a romance expert?

“Is that so?” she sighs, bowing her head. “I understand now. I’m so sorry… for causing you so much grief.” 

She turns to her companions, giving them a sad smile. “There’s only one thing to do. Everyone, we must stop this wedding.” 

Idia wanted to fall to the floor in relief. At least a few exhausted sighs and weak cheers could be heard from the wedding “attendees”. You fell to your knees, exaggerating your gratitude. 

“Thank you, princess!”

“But Princess… what about your happily ever after?” Chubby interjected. 

“I can’t tear two lovers apart!” Eliza wipes a few of her own tears, then turns to you. “I was deeply moved by your words. I dream of having a lover like you,” she sighs dreamily, probably imagining her future lover already. 

While the students of NRC rejoiced at this victory, Idia’s heartbeat quickened in fear. What if Eliza decided to take you for herself?

“Princess…” Chubby muttered, sighing. Eliza only gave him a reassuring smile. Phew. Idia relaxed, grateful that she doesn’t have the idea… yet. He didn’t know what to do if that thought became reality. 

Eliza turns to address the hall with a smile. “I have decided.” Everyone waited with bated breath for her announcement. Idia squeezed his eyes shut and silently urged her to announce their departure already. 

“Idia and I will not be married anymore. She smiles wide, and clasps her hands together. “However, there will still be a wedding!”

Your smile faded. “What… what do you mean, princess?”

She beams. “To make up for my mistake, I will make sure that Idia and his lover are married tonight!” 

~~

To be continued.

Tagging: @teashopwritingzz @twistedcrumbs 

Well, that was long. To think that I was planning for the story to be a one-shot! Once again, keep an eye out for Part 3. Thank you for reading! 

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

[needleandhammer]

Prism

Pairing: Robert Pronge x Reader; featuring Jake Jensen

Warnings: 18+ only, dark fic, non-con touch, kidnapping, it's Freezy so yeah

Notes: Happy spooky season! I cannot believe the writers I am following have led me onto the Freezy Train 😳

For a year, you worked alongside Jake. He came through your office suite to set up new computers one morning. Designated the unofficial tech responder, you reached out to him often, asked questions politely and endlessly until he resigned himself to visiting your office multiple times per week. Somehow, the two of you ended up having lunch together as he listened to you grumble about coworkers adverse to seeking technological solutions on their own. Then going to happy hour together. Then texting each other; Jake followed your lead until the two of you could speak in memes and emojis.

Your friend abruptly left his job a few months ago. With no response to your text messages, you swallowed down the disappointment of losing touch with a friend when adulting kept your circle so small already. You only hoped he was okay.

Now, after a late night at the office, your coworker Carter lies unconscious in your peripheral. The person responsible for knocking out Carter stalks toward you. You’re scrambling around your desk trying to keep distance between him and you, this stranger with scraggly hair hanging over a pair of thick spectacles.

You’re so startled, mind trying to salvage some kind of escape plan that you haven’t even tried yelling for help. You hurl a solid glass paperweight at him. Air rushes up your throat – a scream working its way out when you see him dodge and strike forward at you. His hands circle your wrist, you’re yanked against him and a painful blow to the base of your neck sends you sinking into blackness.

---

You wake with a start. Where are you?

Your hands roam, grasping lightly across your body in search of any new injuries while you breathe past the lingering pain at the back of your head. At least it wasn’t bleeding. Assured that you were able to stand and move with relative ease, you’re on your feet and tiptoeing to the door of the bedroom. Your shoes are gone, dammit.

You swallow hard, breathing deep against grogginess and the aching pulse at the base of your skull. That fucker isn’t here so you need to act.

Go out that door.

Wait. You need something. A weapon. Anything.

A shaky breath forces your stark fear at bay as you look around the room. You make it to the open closet door.

A pink color halts you physically and mentally. Pink. You collapse to your knees and grasp at the cotton fabric. The word printed on the pink shirt triggers a breathless sob that you can’t control.

Petunias

Oh gods, did this deranged man kidnap Jake too? What can he possibly want with you and your friend? Is Jake in some kind of trouble? Questions bombard your mind, tangling into nothing that makes sense. Your head aches. Your limbs feel weak. Has it been long enough that your body has weakened from lack of nourishment?

Beneath another shirt, you discover a scraggly object. It’s chestnut colored, wavy strands that sends a creeping shivering down your spine. You quickly drop the Petunias t-shirt over it, as if to hide some vile creature from sight, and peer around the room again.

Damn it. No light décor or metal objects you can arm yourself with. You’ll have to be quick.

The door gives a creak when you swing it open, revealing a small galley kitchen.

Your heart skips – dread douses you – you freeze when you see the figure standing opposite you at the far end of this small building. He turns, arms falling from the curtained window, to look at you.

You reel backward; your hands reach and claw for something, anything that might help you in this horrible circumstance.

Right back where you started. You made it barely a foot out of your prison.

Your captor descends upon you. You shriek, push and shove against him but his weight follows you, presses you down on the bed.

His palm stifles your cries while he easily restrains you.

“Awake are we?”

You shake your head. You don’t want to hear his voice. You close your eyes. You don’t want to look at him – afraid that your eyes are deceiving you.

He tsks. “Don’t be a brat. We can make this part quick.”

Growling, you shake his hand away and snap at him. “What the fuck are you talking about? Let me go.”

He scoffs at the additional impolite names you call him.

Panting, you glare at him. “What do you want?”

“You gonna play nice?”

You try to headbutt him.

He sighs in irritation.

Your wrists are snuggly wrapped and tied to one bed post. You lean away from him as much as possible where you sit on a corner of the mattress, cutting him with a glare.

He still hasn’t answered you. That cold dread weighs down in your gut as you force another question out.

“What did you do to Jake?”

“Jake?” His smile grows.

“Don’t play with me! That’s his shirt. He – he has a family. His sister and niece, they’re…” Your words die on your lips as he starts laughing.

“Oh, sugar,” he says with a fond look your way. “Time to break the bad news to you. Your buddy Jake is…Well, you wanna take a guess?”

“You hurt him?”

The cold smile does not waver. You swallow down the lump in your throat. You already know the answer.

“C’mon. Don’t leave me hanging,” he purrs at you, waiting for your next guess.

You’re not ready to accept it, despite the tangible evidence in front of you. Despite the bright t-shirt lying in the closet. Covering the brunette wig. It can’t be true.

This man’s face, his nose, his lips. You feel like you’re going mad as you keep being pulled back to those blue eyes. The glasses are gone; you can see his full brows, the aquamarine of his irises. That laugh that sounded wrong, even though the tenor flows through you in familiar waves.

His hair is now a natural deep brown. It's shorter, lacking the gel that previously held it up in blonde spikes. The wig must have just been a precaution for when he showed up at your office. And his facial hair is grown out more evenly and that alone could have transformed the man you thought you knew.

He disappeared months ago.

You study his eyes – you know their exact color – and recognize the mirth glinting beneath dark lashes. But your heart starts racing when his signature crooked smile doesn’t appear. Instead, a hard smirk twists his face into a stranger.

“Jake…” Maybe you hope invoking his name as you know it will make this all go away - will make the world make sense again. Maybe you want to cling to an impossible salvation.

He scoffs softly, a quiet murmur of your name on his lips, almost remorseful. Almost.

“The name’s Robert.”

Gone is the awkward, clumsy colleague you had grown close to. The man you formed a slow companionship with during late office hours sharing fast food while ranting about administration or complaining about the local asshole that stood at the corner of your block shouting right-wing rhetoric to people trying to get to work.

Gone is Jake Jensen, the cute nerd you called friend.

Robert Pronge closes in, looms before you. His fingers skim your jawline before he grips your face tight, deliberate.

“I couldn’t leave you behind,” he says, dipping even closer so his lips graze your cheek. You grow stiff at the gentle affection. His grip loosens enough that you can drop your gaze.

“I…d-don’t know you.” You don’t know this man. “I don’t.”

Robert watches as you press your forehead to your hands. He supposes it’s normal - you haven’t arrived at acceptance of reality yet. Your frame clenches with stress, the physiological response to danger. Robert has witnessed this countless times with countless hits.

A breathy chuckle tickles your skin. He knew you well enough at this point. “You’re a smart one, sugar.”

“No, no, no…”

“And you know now that ole Jake Jensen. Never existed.”

Faced with this man’s remorseless confession, you steel yourself for the inevitable.

“Are you – are you going to kill me?” You raise your eyes. You'll look at this man's face one last time, you won't be deceived in your final moments.

That dark chuckle returns.

“You think I risked showing up in town just for a quick kill?"

He cages you in, enclosing you between arms thick with muscle.

"No, sugar. Wouldn’t wanna waste a sweet thing like you.”

His mouth is on yours and for several seconds, the heated, hungry pressure stuns you. Confuses you. You squawk at the sensation of him probing for a deeper taste, and start twisting out of his hold.

Strong fingers tighten in your hair and make you whimper in pain, stilling enough for his tongue to delve into your mouth.

A quiet moan of satisfaction rumbles through Robert when he accesses the hot taste of you for the first time.

Robert decided long ago. Once his mask is peeled back – that blonde, chirpy mask – he’s taking you as his. And he’ll make sure you get to know the real him intimately.

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A/N: Hurrah! I have been wanting to write a Jekyll and Hyde inspired fic for a while. Tis the season and all, so I present to you all: "Jensen and Pronge." muahahaha. I am trying to plan this out as a multipart fic. 😏 I'm gonna try to make this soft!dark bc that's the kind of shit I'm into.

[m0srael]

Drunk Texts

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: Love Letter

One balmy night in June, Harry’s lying in bed wide awake--unable to sleep again--when his mobile lights up on the nightstand. The only people who ever contact him on his mobile are Teddy (“All the cool wizards have them these days, Harry, please get one so I can send you memes!”) and Hermione, and neither of them would be texting this late.

Friday, June 6 2008, 1:27 AM

+445195555555: I’ve been hopelessly in love with you since we were sixteen, won’t shut my bloody mouth about you actually, can I take you on a date? I’m still very rich, all things considered, and know all the best restaurants in Wizarding Britain.

+445195555555: Maybe just a shag, then?

Harry: bloody hell, who is this??

Harry: This number is unlisted, I don’t know how you got it but I’m blocking it now. Kindly, fuck off.

+445195555555: WAIT

+445195555555: What do you mean, who is this? I thought muggle mobiles know who you’re talking to already.

Harry: Not if a strange person is texting in the middle of the bloody night from a number I’ve never seen before!

+445195555555: If you don’t want to date me or shag me just say so, Potter. No need to play hard to get and toss around insults

+445195555555: Unless that’s a thing for you, cheeky ;) ;)

Harry: Last chance, tell me who this is or I’m blocking your number.

+445195555555: Draco

+445195555555: Obviously ;)

Harry: Draco...Malfoy?

Harry: You expect me to believe Draco Malfoy is confessing his love and hitting me up for a shag at 1am. On a *muggle* mobile.

+445195555555: Believe it scarhead, now answer the question do you or do you not want to shag me

Harry: Look, you’ve obviously read one too many Prophet articles…

Harry: Somehow found my number...did you confund someone I know??

Harry: And thought that...pretending to be Draco Malfoy, of all people, would entice me to meet up with a total stranger?

+445195555555: Ooh, the logic of it all, Potter ;)

Harry: Stop doing that

+445195555555: what ;) ;)

Harry: The emojis. Malfoy would never use emojis.

+445195555555: You don’t know what I would or wouldn’t do anymore Potter. Would you like to learn? ;)

Harry: Fuck

Harry: Even if I believed you, I’ve never given Draco Malfoy my number. My *muggle* mobile number.

Harry: I’ve never given him my number because Draco Malfoy would never use a *muggle* mobile.

Harry:...among other reasons

+445195555555: Always so preoccupied with blood purity, Potter, haven’t you learned anything?

+445195555555: And there you go again, assuming that you know what I would and would not do

+445195555555: It really would be much more efficient if you just let me demonstrate

Harry: oh my god

Harry: I can’t believe I’m still messaging you

Harry: ffs, you have one chance to convince me that you’re really Malfoy otherwise I’m blocking you immediately

+445195555555: You are a tetchy one, hm?

+445195555555: Fine. You cornered me in a bathroom in 6th bc you were *obsessed* with me and tried to murder me using sectumsempra (which you claimed not to know the effect of, pft) but only because I tried to Crucio you and I would have died if Snape hadn’t found us and cleaned up your mess (again)

+445195555555: They definitely didn’t print THAT in the Prophet. Unfortunately.

Harry: Bloody hell um...okay…

Harry: Look, about that, Malfoy…

Harry: Wait, unfortunately…??

+445195555555: So you see, Potter, it is in fact I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, confessing my love and “hitting you up for a shag at 1am” as you so elegantly put it.

+445195555555: ;)

Harry: Okay. Malfoy, then. Jesus.

Harry: How exactly did you get my number?

Harry: For that matter, when did you get a mobile?

Draco Sodding Malfoy: I got it from Pansy, who got it from Ginny, you recalcitrant twat

Draco Sodding Malfoy: See, I can do the sexy insults thing, too :*

Draco Sodding Malfoy: And if you must know, Potter, I purchased a mobile years ago to stay in contact with my cousin, Teddy. Teddy Lupin. I think you’re acquainted? The little brat refuses to owl, apparently it’s “sooo medieval”.

Harry: Oh. That...actually makes sense. He said the same thing to me.

Harry: Hang on, Teddy isn’t a brat. I thought you two got on rather well…?

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Whatever, the point is I’m mad for you and I never told you because, well, there was the whole war thing and then the whole trial thing, and since then I’ve become a bit of a self-righteous coward. Also, I fancy myself something of a martyr. I think the constant pouting makes my mouth look more kissable, don’t you?

Draco Sodding Malfoy: We could do the dinner thing if we must, or you can just come round mine I can meet you there right now

Harry: Oh. You’re drunk.

Harry: Never pegged you as the type to get sloshed and text your ex-childhood-nemesis for a hookup

Draco Sodding Malfoy: not with that attitude you haven’t

Harry: Hah

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Not drnk

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Honestly, Potter

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Harry

Harry: weird

Draco Sodding Malfoy: I’ve seen the way you watch me when you think I’m not looking. You look at me like some lovesick teenager. Why deny what *literally everyone* can plainly see?

Harry: I do not look at you like a...lovesick teenager, Malfoy.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Draco ;)

Harry: I do not watch you, DRACO.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: I only notice because I’m watching you too, Harry. All the time. I’ve been watching you for as long as I can remember.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: You’ve practically been the center of my universe since I was eleven years old, for Merlin’s sake. I think about you all the time. I miss you all the time, even when we’re in the same room.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: I mean I LITERALLY do not shut up about you I wasn’t exaggerating about that. It drives Pansy and Blaise, who have the patience and constitutions of actual saints and who are very, very good friends, absolutely mental and they’d like nothing more than to hex my mouth shut permanently.

Harry: um

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Admit it.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: You’ve wondered what it’d be like.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Imagined it.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Us

Harry: Malfoy…

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Draco

Harry: Draco…

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Yes, Harry? ;)

Harry: I...could do dinner.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: You could “do” dinner? That’s all, after everything I’ve just said, you can “do” dinner??

Harry: For the love of Merlin

Harry: Fine. You’re right, Draco. I...have wondered

Harry: About us, I mean

Harry: Ahh and actually Draco sometimes when I look at you I just want…

Friday, June 6 2008, 2:15 AM

Draco Sodding Malfoy: what

Draco Sodding Malfoy: you want what

Friday, June 6 2008, 2:48 AM

Draco Sodding Malfoy: harry

Friday, June 6 2008, 3:09 AM

Draco Sodding Malfoy: harry, bloody hell

Saturday, June 7 2008, 6:45 AM

Harry: Draco, I’m so sorry

Saturday, June 7 2008, 8:18 AM

Harry: My mobile died and I didn’t have my charger

Saturday, June 7 2008, 9:23 AM

Harry: Draco

Saturday, June 7 2008, 11:47 AM

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Potter, why on earth are you contacting me so early on a Saturday?

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Scratch that, why are you contacting me at all? Where did you get my number?

Harry: Oh, so you were drunk

Draco Sodding Malfoy: How is my present or past level of intoxication any of your concern?

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Oh.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: No.

Harry: Draco, what’s wrong? What happened?

Harry: Draco…?

Harry: I’m sorry, if I said something…

Harry: Look, YOU’RE the one drunk messaging ME at all hours of the night looking for a shag!

Saturday, June 7 2008, 7:08 PM

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Dear Harry,

Draco Sodding Malfoy: I hereby formally apologize for my previous messages. They are inappropriate and entirely out of line, do forgive me. Although it appears that Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson absconded with my mobile yesterday evening to, “have a bit of fun”, I take full responsibility for what has transpired. Do not report me, or something. I do hope you were not too offended. I will henceforth refrain from contacting you by this, or any other, means. I assure you that my traitorous, juvenile, back-stabbing, inconsiderate, so-called friends have been soundly reprimanded. You may expect their formal apologies via owl, posthaste.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Apologetically, Draco L. Malfoy

Harry: Wow, uh, ok. I’ve never gotten a formal apology over text before. Did it take you...8 hours to write that?

Harry: And for the record, I knew something was up. We may not be best mates or anything but I know you wouldn’t use emojis like that.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Oh, bugger off, Potter you had no idea it wasn’t me. You were ready to spill your innermost desires to a stranger on your mobile! Stupid Gryffindor.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Ah.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: I mean, goodbye! So sorry, again, for the inconvenience! We will never speak again from this moment on!

Harry: Draco, wait

Draco ;): Merlin, what, Potter?

Harry: Harry

Draco ;): No.

Harry: Fine. Look, if you accept full responsibility, does that mean your offer still stands?

Draco ;): What offer?

Draco ;): No. It doesn’t, whatever it is.

Harry: Your offer to take me on a date.

Harry: ;)

Draco ;): Bloody...Potter, that wasn’t MY offer!

Harry: Perhaps not, but I’ve seen the way you watch me when you think I’m not looking...Draco.

Draco ;): Who is this? I’m blocking this number. I’m going to ask Pansy how to block a number.

Harry: Draco, I’m serious.

Saturday, June 7 2008, 9:14 PM

Harry: Draco, I can tell that you didn’t block my number.

Saturday, June 7 2008, 11:47 PM

Harry: Fine.

Harry: Draco, could I take you out for dinner some time? I know someone who knows all the best restaurants in Wizarding Britain.

Draco ;): …..

Harry: ?

Draco ;): If you must

Harry: If I must?

Draco ;): It's true that I'm still rich, all things considered, but you’re paying

Draco ;): ;)

[kojinnie]

With The Exception of You

I dislike everyone in the room.

Pairing/Character: Reiner x Reader (she/her), Porco Galliard

Tags: SFW, fluff, college!au, Reiner Braun is a jock who is tired of his own friends, secret relationship

WC: 3.2K

Summary: Reiner had agreed to be in a discreet relationship with you, but after six months and with the arrival of Porco Galliard around you, he couldn’t help but to mark his territory.

Reiner couldn’t seem to fathom the butterflies wreaking havoc in his stomach. It came out of nowhere, as it often happened to be. Once in a while, he could feel his guts twisting as his chest filled with overflown emotions at odd times. Reiner hated it when it happened, because as much as he wanted to convince himself that he wasn’t self-aware of his image, those feelings could potentially strip himself off of his cool guy status.

Reiner had come to realize that such strange feeling often occurred caused by the sight of you.

It could be anything. Things so mundane, so simple. Like the way you twisted the pen in your fingers, the way you squinted your eyes at the blackboard during a lecture, and how you hastily scribbled things on your leather-bound notebook.

Or maybe it’s the way you sighed deliberately loud when someone uttered a dumb, sexist remark in class with no trace of shame, after they tried to debate your sound, well-researched opinion, and how you’d resolved it with a sarcasm that could disintegrate a man’s ego. Reiner sat on the corner of the classroom, disguising his chuckle by clearing his throat, finally coming to experience what they had called butterflies-in-your-stomach all along. 

At that point he had found himself painfully and helplessly in love with you.

He was well-aware of how different the two of you were. Reiner was the athlete, admitted to the uni through football scholarship, and you were the hard-working academician that mostly kept to yourself – hard to approach, hard to tame. Reiner hated how stereotypical he was – tall, buff, blonde, jock, with cheerleader exes and a DM full of thirst trap from his assembly of admirers. Reiner once wished he was anything but a cookie-cutter of everything you had been appalled of.

Reiner could feel every ounce of confidence he had ever had shriveled around your presence. It’s the way the two of you almost collided to each other at the campus hallway, and the way you threw an acknowledging, formal smile at him before striding away that made his heart ached. He wished you’d run to him and shriek his name with affection, but Reiner realized you were not one of his cheerleader exes, and not that he wanted you to be one. You were an anomaly he had yet to understand. A misplaced figure sticking out of his history of penchant for conformity.

“I really like you.” one day he finally said. Never had he been weak on the knees for a confession to any girl before, but this one occurrence? He did.

He didn’t know how he mustered the courage, but after hours, days and weeks he had spent trying to know you – learning your favorite song, accompanying you for book hunting, baking your favorite muffins, texting you good morning and good night – he finally got you alone, in the campus library, only five minutes before closing time.

You laughed at first, because the confession sounded ridiculous to you. The last thing you needed was a horde of girls sending you anonymous hate comments on Insta because you took the campus’ most eligible hunk off of the market. But he didn’t laugh along, and that was when realization hit you.

“So, is that why you’ve been following me around?”

Reiner furrowed his thin, almost non-existent brow, “What do you think?”

“I thought you were just bored with your jock friends,” you scoffed, “because you know, I’d be bored out of my ears too if all I ever heard all day is insecure men constantly praising themselves.” you glanced at Reiner, trying to discover even the slightest amusement on his hardened face to no avail.

“Reiner, are you serious?”

He sighed, couldn’t believe his ears. The first time ever Reiner caught you being stupid beyond recognition, “For the millionth times, yes.”

“You’ve only said it once, though.”

“For fuck’s sake,” the jock grunted, but there was a slight smile arose from his face, “I like you, really much. Times eight hundred ninety-eight thousand.”

“And?”

“So would you be my girlfriend?”

And you said yes, after three minutes of hesitation, you said yes. With a laughter. Because the absurdity of you being with someone like Reiner was lurid. Yet still, you were in no capacity to lie when his good morning text had been the most unsubstantiated text you looked forward to every day.

You wondered why? It’s just text. But maybe, you tried to convince yourself, it’s because of the effort he put, of trying to wake earlier before you every morning although he was hardly a morning person. Or it’s the way he listened to your kind of music although he was practically tone deaf, and returned to you the next week with his analysis on why your favorite band’s first album was their masterpiece and that sadly they never outdid it with any of their following albums.

And maybe, it’s the sight of the topless Reiner in the football field, after a home match. The way he was quick to run to the side of the field with his Captain instinct, lurching himself towards the start of a brawl between the two teams’ players, heated by animosity over the match result. Reiner was strong enough to break at least ten muscular jocks apart from throwing punches at each other, and with his deep, stern, authoritative voice, he commanded them to “Stop it. Fuck off.” You remembered immediately leaving the bleachers and found the nearest toilet because you needed to breathe and that you felt things simmering in your nether area. You never felt like that before to any of your exes.

Reiner knew the mutual pining between the two of you was evident, and so he was left puzzled when you said, “But please don’t tell anyone yet.” He asked why, but you only shrugged your shoulder with an answer that gave very little explanation, “I just don’t feel like having people talk about us.”

Reiner trusted you, because at first, he thought it was for modesty, you were not a fan of the limelight, evidently. Or it’s for practical reason, you don’t want to be burdened by society’s expectation on how two adults in relationship should be. Reiner could make 1,000 excuses for you that would justify your terms and conditions, so he went with what you wanted, because he was so hopelessly into you.

Nonetheless, still he enjoyed holding your hand in the dark alley of the campus – away from all the prying eyes, or the girls that’d giggle walking past the beautiful giant. Still he liked to have you sleeping naked in his embrace, making lazy circles with his calloused digits on your small back, at the emptiness of his dorm room when his roommate was home early for Christmas. Still he enjoyed teasing you at unassuming place, at the quiet library, studying together in silence for the upcoming exams, he’d be sitting next to you, leaning to his chair and slithered his right hand underneath your sweatshirt, to playfully and quickly unclasped your bra, only for you to smack his stomach in annoyance. He liked you, and he liked how you scurried to the restroom to fix your bra. He liked to be with you, no matter in silence or in noise.

However, after six months, questions started to throb incessantly inside Reiner’s mind. Even after all the time you had spent together, why must still he go alone to the football team soiree? Why would you let his team mate thought that Reiner was single, and promised him chances with girls, left and right? Why were you unfazed to see the girls sliding into his DMs? And when you put on that tight, backless black dress on New Year’s Eve, why would you put it for your friends’ party, and not for his eyes only? Why would you color your lips with the blood red Chanel lipstick Reiner gave you, and smile at other people that’s not him?

Reiner could not make sense of you. He pondered, he wondered and he became jealous. He’d look at you intently and see whether there was any trace of other man on you that he had not recognized? He’d become quiet and his friends thought he had gotten sensitive over nothing. The captain had become agitated, irritable and his head was hardly in the game – all with seemingly no reason.

Reiner began to think that he knew the reason why. He thought it’s the boy you’d met at the Academic Writing class, with stupid name and equally stupid undercut. Porco Galliard, you said his name was. In an instance his name had become a staple in your conversation. When Reiner asked you out for a dinner, it’d be like, “Ah sorry babe, I got this assignment with Porco.” A trip to the zoo? “You know, Porco have this funny experience with apes.” A night out in his dorm? By the point Reiner had a half-boner forming already seeing you in your lounge shorts, you’d be giggling and stayed busy with your phone. Reiner asked, “What’s so funny, babe?”

“What’s so funny, babe?” he asked again, because you didn’t seem to hear the first time he asked you. Distracted, you showed a stupid meme on your phone, “Porco sent me this.”

Porco here, Porco there. Reiner was sick of hearing that dumb name.

He had tried to look up for his background, and he hated to find that all that ever came up about him were amicable. His friends knew him, said he was chill, said he was smart as fuck, said he had a cool family, said he turned down a track and field scholarship for law school. Porco Galliard is a cool dude, they all said.

At certain point Reiner had grown to be furious, and the more your text messages became sparse or the more you spent your Saturday nights without him, the more he set his mind to do something about the two of you. He had become so sick of hiding and he wanted the whole world to know that you were his. Especially that guy with a name that sounded like her mother hated giving birth to him.

So came that day. You hadn’t been replying to his texts since morning, and only did so after chains of messages he left.

[you | 11.35] oh my god reiner!!! I’M SO SORRY, i left my phone uncharged all morning. i’m heading to cafeteria rn, it’s muffin tuesday 😵👅

[reiner | 06.37] good morning baby

[reiner | 07.49] you awake now?

[reiner | 08.15] sleepyhead 😪💤 see you today pretty

[reiner | 10.23] i got practice today until late. see you tonight? my room?

[reiner | 10.55] are you in class rn?

[reiner | 11.36] wanna go together?

[you | 11.45] haha noo a lot of people there

[reiner | 11.45] who r u going with?

[you | 11.55] with pockooo haha we got class together after lunch

Pocko. Is that an endearing term you came up with for the jizzhead? Reiner thought, pissed off beyond compare. He paced restlessly in his room, trying to figure out what did Porco have that he didn’t have? Thinking of how his undercut made his head looked way bigger for his neck, just like sperm; and it made Reiner mad angry. “Fuck you, Jizzhead”, he hissed, kicking the pile of dirty laundry on his dorm room.

The cafeteria was bustling busy when you arrived with Porco. The two of you immediately joined the line for lunch and the muffin. The man was busy babbling about yet another stupid thing that he had done back in high school, but your mind was darted on the muffins that were sold off fast. You looked around and almost everyone you disliked were present – mostly Reiner’s jock friends and their girlfriends. The prospect of one day going public with Reiner and having to spare days in your life to socialize with these loud people made you squirm. Not that you were completely against it, you were just… enormously reluctant to do so. Also, what would they say about you? You barely existed for them, evident by how they just greeted Porco with huge affection, yet pretended like you were invisible despite the fact that you were talking and standing close to him.

Your mind was elsewhere, between eyeing the muffin and managing your detest towards the it crowd, you weren’t even listening to the small talk that Porco was having with some of the jocks, until the mention of your name spilled out of Porco’s mouth, “Hey, have you guys known ___ before?”

You blinked with surprise, and they looked at you unenthusiastically, “Ummm, no?” one of them said.

Porco stared at them in disbelief, as if not knowing you was a big sin, “Get to know then! She’s cool, she’s really into—” but even before Porco could finish his words, they averted their attention elsewhere, pulling out their phone like it was the most important thing in the world, and talked amongst themselves. How fitting, because the first thing they talked about as an excuse for ignoring you was to talk about Reiner, “The captain’s been grumpy. Haha. That man. What’s up with him?” You cringed, because you knew there was no weight in talking about Reiner that must be done at that time, that moment. They just wanted a reason not to be roped into talking to you, obviously because you didn’t think you were cool enough or some other shit excuse only them and their bobbleheads understand. So, conveniently throwing out Reiner’s name was an effective way to basically say ‘haha look at us talking about the coolest guy in the campus so you know we’re in this cool clique unlike you’. You read them too well. You couldn’t even be amused anymore.

Porco looked embarrassed, he smiled at you awkwardly and stayed silent, until one of the girls threw their attention back to the man dirty blond undercut, “Anyway, Porco, do you know Reiner?”

“Ah, I haven’t had the chance to.”

The girl frowned rather dramatically, “Oh my god, we all should totally hang out together with Reiner, right? He’s like—super cool.” her question was obviously in exclusion of you. You rolled your eyes and turned away to see new text from Reiner appearing.

[reiner | 12.15] im going there

[you | 12.16] convenient. right in time. your cool friends are all here and you can sit with them and be cool with them or whatever I guess haha

You immediately pulled your phone to your chest; you could feel your heart thumping. Is this it? Is this it? The question became menacing in your head, because you were not sure on what Reiner was planning to do. The line to the muffin was still far away, and it would be stupid to run away.

[reiner | 12.17] idgaf about em

[reiner | 12.19] i want u

You could hear the girls were still talking about Reiner. Reiner this, Reiner that. You were nowhere to lie that you could feel your chest heat up with annoyance. The way their squeaking voice praised Reiner’s body, Reiner’s personality, Reiner’s wit. For the first time, you knew you were experiencing jealousy, vibrant and up-close.

“You know what? One time, Reiner thought that the way I did my hair was so cute that he wanted—”

Just in time, one of the boys raised his voice, “Oi Reiner!” and in unison the jocks erupted, welcoming his arrival like they were in some goddamn party.

You could see Reiner walking towards the line you were in, his face was hardened and his walk was swift. You immediately turned away to look at the opposite direction, not wanting to see him.

“Yooo Reiner! Where have you been? We’ve missed you dude,” one of them said. You cringed at how they all tried so hard to sound cool, “have you met Porco, by the way? And his friend—”

“—hey, what’s her name again?” one of the girls chimed in, asking Porco instead of asking you directly, as if you were not there. At that point, Reiner was standing not too far behind you, and you pretended like you were too busy with your phone, hoping the floor would engulf you instead.

“Is she like, deaf or something?” the girl whispered to Porco with a jeer, before getting back to Reiner, “So, Rei, I’ve got this party—”

“—yo Capt, do you know that—”

“—have you heard about the news, dude? Like—”

The way all these people tried to suck up to Reiner was so pathetic and incessant, they all chirped like hungry birds all in a matter of couple of seconds. You hated them and you hated the situation.

“—come on, Capt, that would be awesome—”

“—oh my gosh, Rei—”

“—you must try it, Rei—"

“Shut the fuck up,” Reiner said. Rather abruptly. His voice was cold and deep, like he couldn’t give a damn in this world about any of them. Surprised, they all dropped quiet in an instance. You looked over your back at him. Reiner was staring at you, and at you alone, not even at the Jizzhead he had grown to hate so much, “you all talk too fucking much.”

You snorted, suppressing a laughter to escape from your mouth. Clearly, it was too audible, that the girls were now looking at you with complete disdain.

“Babe,” Reiner said, staring at you, while you were still facing the opposite direction, “babe, what are you doing with this Jizzhead here? I can bake you muffins remember? If you want it so much.”

Your surrounding fell deep in silence. Everyone was either confused or surprised. Murmur started to sweep over the crowd, most audible was: ‘Who is Jizzhead?’

You scoffed, finally turning your back, although still closing your mouth trying to prevent the laughter and the embarrassment to display itself.

“What the hell?” one of the girls asked in dismay, obviously she was one of the girls sliding into Reiner’s DM and sending him bikini photos by the pretense of ‘Rei, you should join us for summer holiday!’ when all she wanted to do was to show her tits.

“Shut up,” Reiner said to her, baffling the girl to complete silence, “and stop sending me your beach photos. They’re ugly.”

An uproar of restraint laughter was heard throughout the cafeteria.

“Babe,” Reiner said again, this time extending his arms toward you, gesturing for you to come closer, “now you know why I need you, right? My friends are fucking whack.”

Few laughter was starting to break. Yet Reiner was unfazed.

“Reiner, what—”

“—yo dude, what the hell?

“—who is she?”

“—are they dating?”

“And listen here, you hag,” Reiner now turned his attention to the girl who called you deaf, “she’s got a name. Her name is ___, and she’s my fucking girlfriend.”

Embarrassed yet amused, you finally let out a small chuckle, “Reiner, please you’re humiliating me.”

“Whatever,” he shrugged off. Reiner now turned his attention to Porco, “and listen here you, Jizzhead. You can be nice to her but keep in your fucking mind, she’s mine.”

Without hesitation, Reiner pulled your hand and yanked you closer to him. You stared at him for a second, eyes broadened and heart thumping, “Reiner, what are you gonna do—”

“—shut up.” he said, cupping your face with his gigantic hands, and pulled your face roughly to him, before landing his dry, chapped lips to yours. He had gone sick of pretending, and doing things in secret. So there Reiner Braun was, hungrily, longingly, sloppily devouring your lips with his mouth, so deep, so thirsty of your taste. He finally showed the world who the true owner of his heart was. You.

[byulsgrease]

if you arent too busy, can you write a idol!hwasa x idol!reader, wherein they both have to practice with each other for a special stage. However on the first meeting they become starstruck and cant believe somethings are real, but soon warm up to each other?

i'm not terribly busy but this still took a while anyway oops - sorry this took so long anon! here you go :D

if anyone has requests for the other members hmu cuz I've got 2 more hyejin reqs after this one (not that I'm complaining)

"who says we can't do something on our own?"

(hwasa x idol!reader, ~1.2k words)

cw: food + alcohol mention (y'all know how it is)

I named someone Minjeong - it's not Aespa's Winter, idk anything about 4th gen gg's - 민정 is my Korean name so it's just what came to mind

"Hey, wake up. You've gotta see this. GET UP," a voice piercing through the fog of your sleep.

What a rude awakening. Your shoulders being shaken vigorously by a pair of small hands meant they belonged to none other than Minjeong, your youngest group member. You rolled over to glare menacingly at her with one eye open, trying to pull your brain out of the slumber. All you could see was the bright light of her phone shining in your eyes - a video of some kind. But then you heard the audio:

"Have you seen the clip?" asked the interviewer.

"Yes, my members and many MooMoos made sure I saw it"— Moos? Oh, it's Hwasa. WAIT. Both your eyes flew open as you sat up and snatched Jeongie's phone out of her hand to stare at the video. Your mind immediately flashed back to the interview you did last week - they asked who you most wanted to collaborate with, if there were no limitations. Your ears started to heat up at the sheer thought of the flustered mess of an answer you gave - of course you said Hwasa. Both of you debuted relatively close to each other, within a year, but never interacted much over the years. Mamamoo as a group was a force to be reckoned with, but there was just something about Hwasa specifically. You mostly just admired her unique singing voice and undeniable stage presence, and her relentless drive to always be herself in an industry constantly trying to fit women into a box.

Finally snapping out of re-living that embarrassment, your attention turned back to the phone in your hand. The interviewer must've asked her to send a message in response to you, because you couldn't believe that she was waving and saying, "How haven't we gotten to know each other better over all these years? I'd love to work with you on something sometime," curtly dipping her head in a slight bow.

"SEE? You needed to see that," Minjeong rushed to say, full of energy. "And close your mouth, your jaw's on the floor," jokingly pointing.

You side-eyed her and shut your mouth. "Is this what Loco felt like when she called him during Hyena on the Keyboard?" you wondered aloud.

"At least she's not calling you while on camera," she commented, knowing full well that you'd probably embarrass yourself again if she did. "But hey, at least she noticed you! Can I have my phone back now?" It would be a dream come true to collaborate with her, but cross-company collabs... always a pain. that couldn't be helped. The fantasy abruptly ended with demands from your rumbling stomach. Done with your what-if's, you placed the phone back in your maknae's outstretched hand to get up and make breakfast.

~~~~

With award show season rolling around, the crazy scramble of rehearsing for special live stages without leaking sets and collabs began. Checking your email that morning showed a schedule to record the backing track for a special live stage, but that was it. With who? You texted your members a screenshot, but they all told you that block of time in their schedule was empty. A solo stage? The solo mini-album you released this cycle did relatively well, the title track got a music show win, but not a multi-week chart-topper by any means. Possibilities turning over in your mind, you stepped out from your place to head to the company, totally in the dark about what was in store.

The recording studio always smelled the same along with the couches, a comfort for all the insanely long nights and crack-of-dawn early mornings over the years. With a bit of time to kill, you plopped down on one and gingerly patted the worn cushions as some kind of symbolic thank-you for supporting you (literally).

A hesitant but loud knock sent your gaze directly to the door. Watching it slowly open, you leaned forward to see who it was. Needless to say, your jaw fell to the floor again as you clapped a hand over your gaping mouth, eyes widening. Like a soldier obeying a command, you immediately stood up as straight as possible and bowed profusely at Hwasa, sporting a very similar expression on her face (which you failed to notice, your mind running a million miles a minute).

After a series of frantic bows and miscellaneous utterances to each other, she spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said with calm, surveying your frenzied state. "I guess we're granting that collab wish from your interview, huh?"

The red-hot embarrassment leapt to your face. "I...I definitely made a fool of myself answering that question. And our maknae showed me your interview clip too, which was cool, but never did I think it would actually happen," you stammered. I should probably stop talking.

"Well, here I am," she half-smiled coolly. "Let's get started, I'm really looking forward to finally work with you on this," a gleam in her eye and a hint of excitement in her voice.

The studio suddenly felt a lot smaller with her in it, despite there only being your managers, the producer, and the both of you - less people than you and your members alone. Both of you remained relatively quiet the whole time, rather unsure of what to say or talk about. You watched enough MMMTV to know that all the members on their own were shyer than together, and Hwasa knew the same was true for you. But the work basically took care of itself, seamlessly taking turns in the recording booth, witnessing each other's work style and process. The both of you knew your way in front of a mic, seasoned professionals by now. Upon wrapping up, you bowed politely to each other after a quick exchange of KaTalk info, a short and sweet goodbye.

That was... anticlimactic. I mean, it's finally happening - I can't believe it. But maybe I was too idealistic about maybe creating a meaningful relationship with her outside of work... What does she think of me?

~~~~

In the days leading up to the collab stage, you kept going back and forth on whether to reach out or not, despite now being in possession of her contact info. What would you even say? Thoughts of a witty one-liner or relatable meme came to mind, but maybe she'd assume the worst - that you were clout-chasing, or something. Anxieties abuzz, your phone vibrated in your pocket. The KaTalk notification sprawled across your screen. Speak of the devil, it's her.

"Hey, awards season has me stressed. I know you must pretty busy right now too, but I somehow get off early tomorrow if you wanna grab dinner after work?" You had to reread that one. Oh, what? She's inviting me?

Trying not to be weird about responding too quickly, you typed out, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great! ^^ wait, your company doesn't care about you going out to eat during award season?"

"nah, they stopped having that kind of control over us a while ago, we are the money-maker of the company, after all 😏"

"so I guess this means they don't check your phone either ㅋㅋㅋ"

"nope :)"

You proceeded to set a time and place to meet, someplace with meat.

In the process of feasting on an inordinate amount of gopchang imbued with a splash of beer, you learned a fair amount about each other. You talked career, professional aspirations, the weird habits of your members, and more. What surprised you most was the amount of things she already knew about you, having admitted to watching some of your behind-the-scenes content after seeing your interview clip.

"Ah... I'm sorry if I came across as distant during that first recording session," she confessed, pausing to sip her beer. "I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, I felt a little star-struck."

"Oh what?? I felt the exact same, so no worries - and sorry if I came off similarly distant," you rambled back. A bit of silence fell between you, acknowledging the mutual sentiment. You spoke up after a bit, "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Thank you for making the time, I had fun getting to know you better," she articulated with a smile. "Maybe it'll make the collab stage better," she added on jokingly. You responded with a nod and expression of mutual affirmation.

~~~~

After that, messaging each other became a regular occurrence, that gopchang outing having broken the ice. Honestly, you tried your best to talk about anything besides work, but the baseline of shared understanding connected you in a way that came more naturally than it did with your non idol friends.

You stood across the way from her at the sound check for the final stage, dressed in joggers and slides. Funny to think that you'd be recording this for real in a couple hours, making eyes with the blinking red light on the cameras surrounding you. It sucks that fans wouldn't get to experience the energy and atmosphere of the performance - Hyejin alone is one thing, but adding someone else into her stage presence? Unmatched. There's nothing quite like a live performance - and while you knew everyone in the industry dealt with the consequences of the pandemic, it certainly took a toll to perform and not feel the energy from fans. But realistically, nothing you could do about it. The sound check went over smooth like butter. The stage chemistry came flowing naturally between you both, even when bare-faced and dressed in just sweats.

And when the time came for the actual filming, you both absolutely killed it, an upbeat mash-up of TWIT and your title track. At the very end came a sliver of hesitation before throwing your arms around each other with a big smile for the ending fairy, proud of the work you accomplished together, and a mental fist-pump to yourself for making friends with one of the industry's finest.

Once again walking to a restaurant that served mostly meat to celebrate, you playfully proposed, "We... should do that again sometime." A little puff of air came out her nose in amusement.

"Yeah, we should. Too bad we're gonna have to wait a whole cycle before we can release anything else together again," she sighed longingly.

"Who says we can't do something on our own?"

[that-homoerotic-blouse]

30 Questions Meme

I was tagged by @goodtobealunatic and it made me so happy! It’s been a while since I filled one of these. Thank you!

Rules: Answer these 30 questions then tag 20 people you wanna get to know better.

1. Name/Nickname: Em

2. Gender: Error 404

3. Star Sign: Capricorn/Aquarius (look, I’m tired, I don’t care for horoscopes and all I know is that in some places the 20th is considered a Capricorn and in others it’s considered Aquarius, so to hell with it I’m both)

4. Height: 5’7”

5. Time: 23:25 pm

6. Birthday: 20/01

7. Favorite Band: uhhh gonna say Queen, cause their vibe and the stylistic variety of their music is simply dazzling, but I must confess I’m not one for bands, I usually listen to soundtracks or instrumental music mainly 

8. Favorite Solo Artist: umm David Bowie, I guess? Again, his vibe and his style are majestic and he’s got a lot of songs about space :)

9. Song currently stuck in your head: none and THANK GOD FOR THAT

10. Last movie watched: The Prince of Egypt (1998) because it’s a visual masterpiece and the music makes me cry :’)

11. Last show watched: Doctor Who (I’m halfway through my season 4 rewatch heheh)

12. When I created this blog: May 2014

13. What I post: mostly RTD era Doctor Who stuff (which remains one of my longest hyperfixations to date), things to do with David Tennant, Much Ado, Good Omens, my favorite films and other random stuff, but also activism, intersectional feminism, lgbtq+ and gender related stuff

14. Last thing I googled: Gävle Goat (because my adhd brain suddenly went WAIT IS THIS THE GOAT THAT BURNS EVERY YEAR at 1am)

15. Other blogs of yours: nope! No sideblogs no nothing, this baby here is my personal dumpster, a true clusterfuck of stuff

16. Following: 250

17. Do you get asks?: Sometimes? More like rarely, but I love answering them anyway so please don’t be shy ;)

18. Why you chose your URL: skdjjfhjfvkfndvk to be completely honest I’m not sure, I’ve had the same URL since I first logged onto this site in the ancient year of our Lord 2014 and haven’t changed it (although I’m considering it). I suppose what my baby teen self wanted to convey was that I was an overly dramatic flamboyant little gay, which still stands true as of today ;)

19. Lucky number: none I guess? When I was younger though I used to believe that the number my name occupied on the school class list gave me luck, which was at first 9 and then 12 in high school, but I gave that up a long time ago

20. Followers: 821

21. Average hours of sleep: 7 or 8 almost every night, because I’m basically glued to the sheets if I get any less. However it takes me an awful long time to fall asleep (lmao) so it could be between 6 and 7

22. Play any instruments: oohhhohoh no definitely not, it’s been a long time since I abandoned learning music and decided to simply enjoy it (but I used to play the violin when I was little) 

23. What’re you wearing: grey sweatpants, black V-neck t-shirt and my favorite socks :3

24. Dream job: ideally, something related to acting or in the creative industry

25. Favorite food: POTATOES, POTATOES IN ALL THEIR SHAPES AND FORMS ARE EXQUISITE ... or alternatively, something with cheese and tomato, like pasta or pizza

26. Nationality: European (lol) that’s all you need to know

27. Favorite song: aaaaaa but that’s an impossible question! It’s like counting drops in the ocean! I can tell you one I’ve been listening to recently because of nostalgia though, We go Where No one Goes by Jonsi

28. Last song you listened to: Run Boy Run by Woodkid

29. Last book you read: hmmmm I haven’t read anything properly in ages (*ashamed screech*), but for academic purposes the last one I read was Down and Out in Paris and London by George Orwell, and I’m also just starting Beautiful Chaos, which is a DoctorDonna novel and it looks great so far :)

30. 3 fictional universes you’d love to live in:  kjdskcdhcbkds this is the question that provides me with all the daydream scenarios. But just three? Okay let’s see: Doctor Who!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (YES PLEASE) !!!!!!!!!!!!!, How to Train your Dragon (DRAGONNNSS) and perhaps ATLA because I’ve always wanted to waterbend ^^

I’m tagging: @mayomkun @earthgirl-sunshine @wordsintimeandspace @mothdogs @coolartist1110 @badwolfgirl13 @fritzmetzger @senadimell @onthedriftinthetardis @jasdoctorwhowriter @mylonelyangel7 @loupettes @geekgoddess @tenthdoctorlife @englishbunnyrocks @dumbfilmschoolkid @chemeli @rcse @deardiary17 @libeloco

[dusksfm]

      this  weekend  will  be  the  first  of  MANY  upcoming  meme  weekends !  in  order  to  participate  ,   pls  TAG YOURSELF  (  DO NOT REBLOG  )  in  the  comments  and  if  you  see  any  characters  tagged  ,   pls  be  sure  to  send  memes  as  well !   you  may  choose  from  one  (  or more  )  of  the  following  to  send  to  people  .   questions  may  be  sent  all  weekend  and  answered  at  player’s  convience  .  

HONESTY WEEKEND

with  messages  sent  on  anonymous  ,   your  character  MUST  answer  anything  honestly  ,   but  this  information  cannot  be  used  in  game  and  will  only  be  used  ooc   (  ie.  as  headcanons  ,   for  plotting  ,   etc.   )  

THE OTHER LINE

∗ o1﹕ a  text  sent  late  at  night . ∗ o2﹕ a  text  asking  for  advice . ∗ o3﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  worry . ∗ o4﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  excitement . ∗ o5﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  anger . ∗ o6﹕ a  text  containing  a  picture . ∗ o7﹕ a  text  to  get  back  in  touch . ∗ o8﹕ a  text  saying  goodbye . ∗ o9﹕ a  text  containing  a  confession . ∗ 1o﹕ a  cheesy  text . ∗ 11﹕ a  text  sent  from  across  the  room . ∗ 12﹕ a  text  that  wasn’t  meant  for  the  receiver . ∗ 13﹕ an  intoxicated  text . ∗ 14﹕ a  text  sent  while  half  asleep . ∗ 14﹕ a  text  that  was  never  sent . ∗ 15﹕ a  text  containing  advice . ∗ 16﹕ a  flirtatious  text . ∗ 17﹕ a  text  during  a  breakdown  /  panic  attack . ∗ 18﹕ a  threatening  text . ∗ 19﹕ a  suggestive  text . ∗ 2o﹕ a  text  containing  an  apology . ∗ 21﹕ a  text  to  a  group  chat . ∗ 22﹕ a  text  regarding  [ character name ] . ∗ 23﹕ a  text  containing  a  pick - up  line . ∗ 24﹕ an  angry  text . ∗ 25﹕ an  urgent  text . ∗ 26﹕ an  affectionate  text . ∗ 27﹕ a  text  after  first  meeting . ∗ 28﹕ an  embarrassing  text . ∗ 29﹕ a  supportive  text . ∗ 3o﹕ a  random  text .

TAYLOR SWIFT FOLKLORE + EVERMORE MEMES

FOLKLORE.

‘  we  never  painted  by  the  numbers,  but  we  were  making  it  count.  ’

‘  you  know  the  greatest  loves  of  all  time  are  over  now.  ’

‘  we  were  something,  don’t  you  think  so  ?  ’

‘  in  my  defense,  i  have  none.  ’

‘  if  my  wishes  came  true,  it  would  have  been  you.  ’

‘  when  you  are  young  they  assume  you  know  nothing.  ’

‘  i  knew  you’d  haunt  all  of  my  what-if’s.  ’

‘  you  drew  scars  around  my  stars  but  now  i’m  bleeding.  ’

‘  i  knew  i’d  curse  you  for  the  longest  time.  ’

‘  who  knows  if  you / he / she / they ‘d  never  showed  up,  what  could  have  been.  ’

‘  i  had  a  marvelous  time  ruining  everything.  ’

‘  you’re  laughing,  but  the  joke’s  not  funny  at  all.  ’

‘  you’re  not  my  homeland  anymore.  ’

‘  you  were  my  crown,  now  i’m  in  exile.  ’

‘  all  this  time,  we  always  walked  a  very  thin  line.  ’

‘  your  eyes  add  insult  to  injury.  ’

‘  if  i’m  on  fire,  you’ll  be  made  of  ashes  too.  ’

‘  did  i  deserve  all  the  hell  you  gave  me  ?  ’

‘  i  loved  you,  i  swear  i  loved  you  til  my  dying  day.  ’

‘  if  i’m  dead  to  you,  why  are  you  at  the  wake  ?  ’

‘  i  still  talk  to  you  while  i’m  screaming  at  the  sky.  ’

‘  you  had  to  kill  me  but  it  killed  you  just  the  same.  ’

‘  i  know  they  said  the  end  is  near.  ’

‘  i’ll  be  shining  just  for  you.  ’

‘  i’m  still  a  believer,  but  i  don’t  know  why.  ’

‘  i’ve  never  been  a  natural,  all  i  do  is  try.  ’

‘  i  used  to  scream  ferociously  any  time  i  wanted.  ’

‘  i  love  you  to  the  moon  and  saturn.  ’

‘  our  love  lasts  so  long.  ’

‘  i  can  see  us  lost  in  the  memory.  ’

‘  you  were  never  mine.  ’

‘  do  you  remember  ?  ’

‘  i  remember  thinking  i  had  you.  ’

‘  i  was  living  for  the  hope  of  it  all.  ’

‘  i  didn’t  know  if  you’d  care  if  i  came  back.  ’

‘  i  have  a  lot  of  regrets  about  that.  ’

‘  i  don’t  quite  know  what  to  say,  but  i’m  here  in  your  doorway.  ’

‘  at  least  i’m  trying.  ’

‘  it’s  hard  to  be  anywhere  these  days  when  all  i  want  is  you.  ’

‘  you  showed  me  colors  you  know  i  can’t  see  with  anyone  else.  ’

‘  look  at  this  idiotic  fool  that  you’ve  made  me.  ’

‘  for  you  i  would  ruin  myself  a  million  little  times.  ’

‘  time,  curious  time,  cutting  me  open  and  healing  me  fine.  ’

‘  all  along  there  was  some  invisible  string  tying  you  to  me.  ’

‘  hell  was  the  journey  but  it  brought  me  heaven.  ’

‘  what  did  you  think  i’d  say  to  that  ?  ’

‘  what  a  shame  she  went  mad.  ’

‘  you  took  everything  from  me.  ’

‘  you  want  a  single  glimpse  of  relief  to  make  sense  of  what  you’ve  seen.  ’

‘  it’s  like  i  couldn’t  breathe.  ’

‘  the  worst  thing  that  i  ever  did  was  what  i  did  to  you.  ’

‘  i  dreamt  of  you  all  summer  long.  ’

‘  right  now  is  the  last  time  i  can  dream  about  what  happens  when  you  see  my  face  again.  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  anything,  but  i  know  i  miss  you.  ’

‘  the  rain  is  always  going  to  come  if  you’re  standing  with  me.  ’

‘  i’m  a  fire  and  i’ll  keep  your  brittle  heart  warm.  ’

‘  i  would  die  for  you  in  secret.  ’

‘  would  it  be  enough  if  i  could  never  give  you  peace  ?  ’

‘  no  other  sadness  in  the  world  would  do.  ’

‘  your  faithless  love  is  the  only  hoax  i  believe  in.  ’

‘  i  don’t  belong,  and  my  beloved  neither  do  you.  ’

‘  i  want  you  right  here.  ’

EVERMORE.

‘  i  never  would  have  known  by  the  look  on  your  face.  ’

‘  the  more  that  you  say,  the  less  i  know.  ’

‘  wherever  you  stray,  i’ll  follow.  ’

‘  i  dropped  your  hand  while  dancing.  ’

‘  love  slipped  beyond  your  reaches,  and  i  couldn’t  give  a  reason.  ’

‘  i  never  was  ready,  so  i  watched  you  go.  ’

‘  sometimes  you  just  don’t  know  the  answer  til’  someone’s  on  their  knees  and  asks  you.  ’

‘  what  a  shame  she’s  fucked  in  the  head.  ’

‘  everybody  wonders  what  it  would  be  like  to  love  you.  ’

‘  what  must  it  be  like  to  grow  up  that  beautiful  ?  ’

‘  my  mind  turns  your  life  into  folklore.  ’

‘  there’s  an  ache  in  you,  put  there  by  the  ache  in  me.  ’

‘  i  won’t  ask  you  to  wait  if  you  don’t  ask  me  to  stay.  ’

‘  the  heart  i  know  i’m  breaking  is  my  own.  ’

‘  you’re  so  much  older,  and  wiser.  ’

‘  i  know  my  love  should  be  celebrated,  but  you  tolerate  it.  ’

‘  if  it’s  all  in  my  head,  tell  me  now.  ’

‘  you  assume  i’m  fine  but  what  would  you  do  if  i  break  free  and  leave  us  in  ruins  ?  ’

‘  i  think  he / she / they  did  it,  but  i  just  can’t  prove  it.  ’

‘  i’m  not  letting  up  until  the  day  i  die.  ’

‘  you  haven’t  met  the  new  me  yet.  ’

‘  there  is  happiness  in  our  history.  ’

‘  you’re  haunted  by  the  look  in  my  eyes  that  would  have  loved  you  for  a  lifetime.  ’

‘  i  can’t  make  it  go  away  by  making  you  a  villain.  ’

‘  when  did  your  winning  smile  begin  to  look  like  a  smirk  ?  ’

‘  sorry,  i  can’t  see  facts  through  all  of  my  fury.  ’

‘  do  you  ever  stop  and  think  about  me  ?  ’

‘  it’s  never  too  late  to  come  back  to  my  side.  ’

‘  i  guess  i’ll  never  know,  and  you’ll  go  on  with  the  show.  ’

‘  you  know  you’ll  always  know  me.  ’

‘  did  i  paint  your  bluest  skies  the  darkest  grey  ?  ’

‘  did  you  love  me,  or  were  you  too  polite  to  leave  me  ?  ’

‘  your  touch  brought  forth  an  incandescent  glow.  ’

‘  i  sit  here  and  wait,  grieving  for  the  living.  ’

‘  my  pain  fits  in  the  palm  of  your  freezing  hand.  ’

‘  i  can’t  stop  you  putting  roots  in  my  dreamland.  ’

‘  i’d  live  and  die  for  moments  that  we  stole  on  begged  and  borrowed  time.  ’

‘  takes  one  to  know  one.  ’

‘  you’re  a  bandit  like  me.  ’

‘  forever  is  the  sweetest  con.  ’

‘  you  had  some  tricks  up  your  sleeves.  ’

‘  now  i  know  i’m  never  going  to  love  again.  ’

‘  i  tried  to  pick  my  battles  until  the  battle  picked  me.  ’

‘  your  nemeses  will  defeat  themselves  before  they  get  the  chance  to  swing.  ’

‘  you’re  alive  in  my  head.  ’

‘  what  died  didn’t  stay  dead.  ’

‘  it  cut  deep  to  know  you  right  to  the  bone.  ’

‘  i  can’t  remember  what  i  used  to  fight  for.  ’

‘  in  the  cracks  of  light,  i  dreamed  of  you.  ’

‘  i  had  a  feeling  so  peculiar.  ’

‘  i’m  right  where  you  left  me.  ’

‘  i’m  still  sitting  in  a  corner  i  haunt.  ’

‘  if  my  love  died  young,  i  can’t  bear  witness.  ’

‘  you  left  me  no  choice  but  to  stay  here  forever.  ’

‘  it’s  that  old  familiar  body  ache,  from  the  same  little  break  in  your  soul.  ’

‘  sometimes  giving  up  is  the  strong  thing.  ’

‘  sometimes  to  run  is  the  brave  thing.  ’

‘  you  know  when  it’s  time  to  go.  ’

LOUD DEAFENING SILENCE

(  a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’ muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .  )

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .  gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛  comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair .     grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

[danhoemei]

Thank you so much, for answering my asks. If you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite MXTX characters (top 5 from each novel)? And why? I'm sorry if you've answered this question before.

Gosh 5 each novel. You really like fives huh

[SPOILERS ahead]

MDZS

1. wei wuxian

A ray of sunshine with a noble heart; smart and witty, wild and bold, not afraid to reach for what he wants and not afraid to fight for what he believes in.

2. a qing

I was immensely impressed by her wit and creativity. Her sharp mind and sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue could utterly destroy others lmao. I am WEAK for smart characters and she rocks it. If only she had more luck...

3. jiang cheng

He has a lot to work on and can be unbearable but no matter how much he tries he can’t hide the softness in him. I know many people don’t like him and I understand, but I have a soft spot for characters who try too hard and constantly feel inadequate, who don’t believe in themselves, who are hard to approach and bottling their feelings and thoughts up, but given love and understanding they can bloom and be fiercely loyal to those who are precious to them.

4. wen qing

Tough, brave, ready to fight, smart and unyielding. Inspiring. I am also often fond of medics, I almost always play rpgs as the team’s badass medic xd

5. meng yao

He suffered a lot and never gave up, constantly cornered and made to fight for survival in a world which repeatedly rejected him. He committed awful crimes, but many other people in mdzs did, and I kind of can’t blame only him without blaming society and others as well. There is a good post that puts to words my saltiness for this character.

TGCF

1-2. xie lian & hua cheng 💕

xl impressed me for his wit and calmness. Cheerful and accepting of whatever was to come, but at the same time ready to give his all in literally anything, no matter if it was an important matter or a small task he was given. I liked to see him grow and mature, then find his happy place surrounded by his friends he cared about and fought for 😭

hc similarly to xl, impressed me in his own ways. He was pretty much a mary sue, to a kinda ridiculous degree at some points, and I regret that we couldn’t see more of his background and know him solely as xl’s sidekick, when there could be so much more content. But anyway, his sheer devotion still sends be flying. He suffered so much and should have disappeared so many times, but every time his love and need for xl’s protection held him in this world. Ghost king created of love. I am on my knees.

3. pei ming

Lmfao enjoyed his every appearance. He has his flaws but his core is kind and honest, and I respect him for that.

4. yin yu

I do have a thing for sad loyal and hardworking characters xd Thinking about his story twists my insides because of the amount of powerlessness and slow descending to despair that I felt. I respect how hard he tries, even while being aware of his shortcomings or lack of “talent”. He’s sad and I wish for him to be happy ;___;

5. he xuan

Another person who suffered a lot yet wasn’t destroyed by their misfortune and injustice, rather rose as a different person filled with determination, persistent in their goals.

Svsss

1. shang qinghua

Best hamster character lmfao. Chaotic, full of memes, just trying to survive and live by. Forgetful but smart and creative. Made me laugh many times and he has a comfy nest in my heart.

2. liu qingge

Hah, another grumpy and awkward character who has problems expressing themselves. I’m soft for him and I want happiness for him ;___; Qingge my boi ;____; Svsss should have been a harem story change my mind you won’t.

3. shen jiu

Another unhappy character with a shitty life huh. I am once again impressed by wit and strong survival instincts. Can’t get too deep into him because, I must confess, I haven’t been able to read his extras... If something is too painful I feel it physically and I’m afraid that I wouldn’t be able to handle the amount of powerlessness, anger at the world, and regret for what could have been. I know enough from the fandom tho :’) Anyway, I like this poor bastard despite his shortcomings and I dwell on the idea of AUs where he and qi-ge can open up to each other and be happy ;___;

4. shen yuan

Awkward millennials constantly screaming inside, what’s there not to relate to lmao

5. mu qingfang

Again, soft spot for medics xd Also pretty related to his #done attitude towards his friends going around doing stupid shit and getting hurt. Had so many situations like that in rpgs I played with my friends xddd *flashbacks to ridiculous stunts my friends pulled*

[scbastlans]

👀 who do you think the hottest students from each house?

“So… We’re talking hottest only, right? Not like, people I’d actually go for? Yeah, I’m going to go with that. So, first of all, the best house, Slytherin. I’d say, uh, apart from me… Genie and Gemma, for sure. For Hufflepuff, I guess… Maybe Opal? Mai too. Ravenclaw, Z, um… Theodore and Kian, I guess. Gryffindor… Kind of hurts to say it, but that missing Weasley or Potter or whatever and… Wren, probably. Honestly, this was tough to figure out because, although I notice hot people walking around, it takes a lot of work to remember their names. And it’s always such a pain to find out if they’re good enough for me, ugh. Life’s tough.”

[samanthalightning]

She's Got A Date-EoWells X Allen!reader- Part IV

*The GIF is not mine. All rights to the owner*

Part III

Summary: After getting wasted last night, you meet up with Barry and he offered you some advices. Based 1x03

Warnings: None. Just a tad angsty.

***

Extremely groggy, currently having a mind-splitting headache and has the worst case of hungover, it was a miracle that you woke up early— well, thanks to your siren-like alarm. You hate yourself for drinking like a viking and like your liver regenerates like Barry.

Last night was a blur— or at least the part you got home. You blacked out. You have absolutely zero recollection of how you ended up in your bed, in your pyjamas, and your car parked the wrong way. You figured you drank and drove, you might have someone to do with that one. You are so lucky no one caught or Joe would've made sure you won't see the light of day. But everything prior that was still very much intact in your mind. Everything.

You were supposed to meet up with Barry for breakfast today at Jitters. You were headed there anyway for some coffee. It's not far from your apartment, which was nice, because you don't trust yourself with driving hungover as much as driving drunk.

When you arrived at Jitters, Barry was already there. He waved as his eyes caught you entering. You smiled in return. You went to him, put your bag on the floor and took a seat on the stool. Cups of coffee were on the table, it seemed like Barry had already gone through half of his coffee.

"I already ordered for you," he said. "And I got you this ham and cheese sandwich from that bodega." He placed a brown paper bag in front of you.

"Thanks," you mumbled, taking a sip of the coffee. You rummaged through the bag, and took the foil-covered sandwich. It was still warm. Your favorite bodega was all the way downtown. It's a trip to get those treats, which is why you almost never get them. Thank God for Barry and his super speed.

You quickly removed the foil and took a large bite. You groaned happily as you chew. Coffee and greasy sandwich; it was heavenly and bitter. It hits the right spots, it feels as though a part of your soul re-entered your body.

Thank God for Barry and him knowing you so well.

Barry chuckled amusedly at your reaction. "Had some fun last night?" He teased, pointing to your sunglasses covering your eyes.

In your defense, it was very bright outside today.

You rolled your eyes, not that he can see through the lens— or can he? You didn't know. "Just had a few drinks with Iris," you said.

He nodded, half convinced, took a sip of his coffee. "Once upon a time I was falling in love but now I'm falling apart," he sang in a low voice, but enough for your heightened hearing to hear.

Your head quickly jerked up to him, eyes mortified. "How did you know that?" You whispered. Your thoughts ran wildly. Maybe someone took a video of you drunk as hell, and maybe you're trending on all social media platforms or maybe you became a meme.

He shrugged, pursing his lips. "I don't know, you belted those notes in the streets last night,"

Perplexed, you look at him, and it's like he was waiting for something to click while smirking devilishly. Then it dawned on you. All of those questions you asked earlier were answered. He took you home. Which makes sense why he got these sandwiches for you.

"Oh my God," you groaned, burying your face in your hands, cheeks turned into a dark shade of red. Though, you still remember nothing.

Barry laughed hysterically. He loved teasing you so hard.

"Yeah. You called me last night, begging me to pick you up, because you're too drunk to drive," he said as his laughing ceased. "You both refused to enter the car. You started screaming, giggling like 5-year olds. I was lucky the street was dead."

Oh poor Barry. You can imagine, he must be so embarrassed.

It was a relief that even if you're drunk, you didn't risk driving. Maybe you're not as hopeless as you think you are.

Still, you dwelled in your embarrassment.

"So, who is it?" He asked. You look up to him again, eyebrows furrowed with once again cluelessness and confusion. You had a hunch what he was talking about, but it's always safe to pretend you don't know. It can't hurt them. He looked at you incredulously. "Come on, Y/N. You were talking the whole car ride. About some guy, and how things are so complicated and you were tired of it. I've never seen you like that before—"

"—clearly haven't seen me in a frat party before," you snickered, taking off your glasses.

"I'm serious. What is that about?" He insisted firmly, anticipation and a squint of frustration was evident in his face.

You grimaced, mentally hissing at yourself. You couldn't just zip your mouth and reveal your secret. Might as well announce it.

You messed up. You can lie, but what's the point? He's Barry. If he's anything, that's persistent. He tried breaking in Iron Heights.

"I'm dating someone," you confessed.

Barry blinked, clearly caught off guard with your confession. He expected it, but what surprised him is that you hid it from him. He stuttered for a while, before he was able to form a coherent sentence. "Oh. Okay. What happened?"

You sighed, looking down at the table. You took another bit of your sandwich, taking your time to chew. Contemplating whether to elaborate. It's pretty heavy to unload, you didn't expect telling your brother you're dating someone so secretly. And for sure he won't be able to take it all at once. You have to be vague.

"He—he doesn't want anyone to know we're dating, because there are certain consequences that come with it," you explained. It felt foreign to talk about your love life. For the past 6 months, you kept it all to yourself. The bad, the good. You bottled it up inside.

He raised an eyebrow, concern crossed his features. "And you're comfortable with this?"

"At first. But then it felt restricted and suffocating," you explained.

"Did you talk to him about this?"

You nodded. "Yes. He wasn't very convinced. I honestly don't know what to do," you huffed, slumping your shoulder.

It ain't rocket science to figure how deeply i troubled you. It breaks his heart that his little sister is going through some stuff, and she was going through it alone.

"Talk some more. Be honest of what you're really feeling," you thought was pretty rich and ironic coming from him. "You're part of this relationship as much as he is. You have a say in this, and if you don't feel like this isn't working out for you, then maybe you shouldn't be in it at all."

His words hit you like a brick— thousands of bricks hitting you all at once, if you're being accurate. It hurts, because it was right. It hurts, because it deeply matters. You felt the sting in your heart, your jaw tightened. You don't want to think about it, but he's got a point.

Barry was worried with your lack of response, as you think deeply in the distance. "I'm not saying break up with him, okay? I'm just saying this is something you should really talk about and consider. You can't bottle it all up." He doesn't want to screw up his sister's love life or push her to do something that might hurt her, but not exactly disregarding the advice he made.

When he's not being a total dork, he's pretty wise.

You pressed your lips is a hard line, taking it all in. "I know," you murmured.

You weren't able to say anything after that. So did he. It was some heavy weight of emotional stuff to unload to your brother. Your hungover was gone, and who knew these kinds of talks are better than coffee and grease.

Barry decided to break the silence. "This explains so much," he laughed and so did you. You weren't pretty subtle. "Do I know him?" He quirked an eyebrow.

You hesitated, but it's not like Wells' is the first that will come to his mind. Gradually, you nodded. "Yes. But I'm not gonna say who!"

"He isn't someone like Oliver Queen, right?" He half-joked, but deep inside he meant it.

You almost spat your drink. "No!"

Barry went to the precinct, and you headed to S.T.A.R Labs.

You tried to act as normal as possible, even though what Barry said deeply affected you. Thank God Caitlin arrived before you, so you wouldn't have to deal with interactions with him.

You couldn't still believe how much emotion you felt last night; how intense it is. You minded it, but you didn't think you would actually get drunk about it. You have no idea how to deal with it, and if it's the right time to deal with it. You can't go on and help your brother save the city, while your mind is filled with thoughts about him.

Right now, you choose the city.

As soon as Cisco arrived, which wasn't very long, you worked on finishing the pipeline.

It wasn't easy though, you worked on the same thing, be in the same room, act like you didn't get hammered because of him last night. Every time you spare him a glance, and he would look back and he would smile, having no idea what you were going through, it would break your heart just a little bit more. Each minute that you let your feelings be unknown, Barry's words sink into you furthermore. But it occurred to you that the reasons why it was hard were also the reasons why you should keep it together.

The prison was done before lunch. He and Cisco worked over-overtime last night, so there wasn't really much to do, but set it up. It came up together well; durable, functional. The cells slightly look like pods, and given Francisco Ramon's obsession with Star Wars, it makes sense. The test run will happen when 'The Mist' is captured, since Barry doesn't want to participate. But rest assured, you and Cisco worked on it very hard to make sure it works.

Now with the biggest task done, the only thing left to do is go through a bunch of workload and have lunch.

"Hey, Caitlin and I are gonna grab lunch, wanna come?" Cisco asked, putting his coat on. "It's that new place that serves amazing cheap steaks and burgers,"

You realized that the place he was talking about was the very restaurant that you told Wells.

You shook your head. "No, you guys go. I already ordered some food." You smiled, declining.

"Okay, your lost. That place is amazing," he elaborated, clearly pleased with the place. It's Cisco, though. And food.

You snorted, turning your eyes back to the computer. "As I heard," you murmured underneath your breath with a tinge of bitterness, as Cisco strided out of the cortex.

On the bright side, someone from this place already went there. But much to your dismay, it wasn't you.

Your phone dinged. You picked it up to check, and it's what you have been waiting for. The delivery guy is right outside the lab. You quickly headed down to pick it up. You gave the delivery guy some tip, before excitedly went back inside.

You were salivating when the intoxicating smell of Chinese food filled your nostrils.

When you got up, Wells was there. He took a waft of the take-out foods. "Is that from Mann-Lee?" His eyes lit up in recognition. He was the one who introduced you to the restaurant. He said it's the only Chinese place he likes, because it tasted like the food he had in Shanghai. Of course, he's been to China.

You nodded, placing it on the desk. You quickly took out every box of food in the bag, and dug into your chow mein happily and satisfied, not bothering to take a seat.

"Did you order some for me?" He asked.

Unable to speak due to your mouth being filled with noodles and potstickers, you nodded. "It's in the box," he chuckled at your attempt to speak.

He helped himself and rummaged inside the bag's remaining contents. Upon opening one, his face fell, seemingly disappointed. He opened another box only to be disappointed again. He was looking for something specific. Your wonder started to grow, watching him.

He turned to you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Did you order some of their Beef Broccoli?"

"No. Did you want that?" You inquired.

"Yeah." He forced a half-smile, waving his fingers dismissively. "It's okay. I'm fine with Kung Pao Chicken; it's decent enough,"

For some reason, your mood soured. Decent in Harrison Wells' vocabulary means it's not good enough; he doesn't hate it, but he doesn't love either. You felt bad that you didn't know what he actually likes, but in your defense, he never says, and he lets you eat it. He never complained.

"You don't have to eat it if you don't like it," you said. You didn't want to watch him suffer eating something he doesn't like while you enjoy your own lunch.

"No, it's fine," he assured you.

"No, Harry. I mean it— you don't have to eat it," you insisted with more vigor in your tone.

He ignored you, and took a bite of the chicken. You scoffed in disbelief, frustration fueled in your chest. You want to stop him as he continues eating, but you decided against it. It's too petty to get angry about, not worth it.

You eat your lunch in peace, every time you turn to Wells, he would wince every now and then when he takes a bite. You don't know what about Kung Pao Chicken he doesn't like, but he doesn't just like it. You tried to let him go through it, but you're starting to get annoyed. And of course, you couldn't stop yourself.

"Okay, stop," you suddenly spoke, putting your food aside. "You don't have to eat, you don't like it." You tried to grab the food out of his grasp, but he swerved swiftly.

"Y/N, I said it's fine!" Wells said, displeased at your attempt to take his food away.

"It's not! You don't look fine— you don't like it!" Your voice rose a little.

He exhaled audibly. "It's just food,"

"I know it's just Kung Pao Chicken that I ordered that you don't like, so just admit it and stop eating!" You spat.

He scoffed in disbelief. "What is wrong with you? I am eating it!"

"But that's the point!" You snapped loudly. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do— you never do!"

Realizing what you've said, you shut your eyes. Your hands flew to each side of your head, fingers weaved through your hair, tugging on them. You needed to calm down and take breath, and be rational. The last you want to do is do something reckless and irrational.

"Is there something wrong?" He questioned firmly.

You mentally grimaced at the question. It was a stupid question; it's basically screaming at his face. "Nothing," you muttered.

Of course he didn't buy it. You weren't exactly selling it well. Or at all.

"It's something. You're enraged over food," You don't honestly know how he can keep his tone down, but it was evident he was agitated. You hate it so much right now.

You sighed wearily, refusing to face him. Afraid of what might happen if you do.

"Let it go, Wells," you pleaded through your gritted teeth and clenched jaw.

"No. I'm not gonna stop until this is settled. Tell me, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

He continued on, pushing you to speak. The idea of unloading all of your hidden burdens entered your mind, but you don't have the emotional capacity to face the fact that this is taking a toll on you. You tried to hold your ground, but his voice overwhelmed you.

You pushed your chair back, getting on your feet and facing him.

"Everything is wrong, Harrison!" You shouted, your voice boomed inside. Wells almost flinched. "Everything is wrong with us!"

Wells shook his head, baffled. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I can't take this any longer,"

"Can't take what?"

"This—" you gestured to you and him. "—This arrangement we made!"

Wells sighed, distressed, catching on what you were saying. "I thought you were okay with this,"

You chewed on your bottom lip, as you folded your arms across your chest. When you spoke, your voice dropped into a whisper; you couldn't control it. "I thought so too. Then last night, Iris vented out to me." You paused. You struggled to keep it together, now pressing your tightly folded arms on your chest. You continued. "They were having problems, same as us. I gave her some insights about everything, and then I realized that's how I feel!"

The underlying problem he thought he got handled was more intense than he thought. Time was running, you couldn't pick more of an impeccable timing, and the team could waltz in anytime while you were having this fight. He couldn't afford anyone finding out about it.

He took off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Y/N, this is not the time for this," he said.

You snorted, your anger erupted in your veins. You were tired of avoiding the elephant in the room.

"When is the perfect time? When it's too late? When we break up?" You didn't want to say it, but it was at the tip of your tongue, waiting to be asked ever since you realized it.

His expression hardened. You already see the gears working. "Y/N, don't go there," he murmured, not glancing up to you.

"Why?" Your voice cracked into an almost sob. That was it. The tears found their way and pool at the rim of your eyes. "I tried to make myself believe that I understand, but I couldn't help but think that maybe you're scared that if things don't work out you won't have to deal with other people, thinking that you slept with a 24-year old girl."

Soon, every emotion you were feeling last night came rushing back to you; the confusion, the anger, the love and the pain— towards him and yourself. It seeped, not only to your heart, but through your very bones and weary soul. All too soon it became overwhelming, your chest tightening, your stomach knotting, struggling to keep it at bay.

Thinking it was one thing, but saying was a whole new realm of pain you didn't know you existed, let alone capable of feeling.

He glanced up to you, eyes staring into you meaningfully. "I would never think that. I made so many enemies, Y/N. Before and after the accelerator exploded. The last thing those people want is to see me happy and that puts you in danger," he reasoned.

You tried to steady your shaky voice. "I know. But your reasons and your excuses, they won't matter in the long run. The press, Joe, our friends, my brother— everything they say won't matter to me, because they're not the ones who loves you like I do, and they're not the one in a relationship with you." You told him, staring back, before turning away, as they threatened to fall.

You inhaled sharply. "I love you, Harrison Wells. And no matter what they say about us or you or me, I'll love you. Damn, you put my brother in a 9-month coma, but I loved you nonetheless!" You pointed your index finger at him in the air.

He let you speak, taking it all, as waiting for you to finish, let it all out and explain his side. And then, you'll be swept off your feet again, as if all of your feelings and thoughts didn't exist in your mind before. Barry was right. You couldn't believe you were getting to this point, but he was right.

"But I don't wanna hide anymore. I want to do more. Be free. If you don't want anyone to know that this relationship is happening, then maybe we shouldn't happen at all," You stated.

You both were silent, the tension was thick and you could cut a knife through it. Suddenly you couldn't move, like all of your energy was drained from your body.

You turned away before you could see his reaction. The pain was unbearable; it's best if you don't see it.

Mustering all the courage and strength you have left and your body, you took a step to leave the room. He tried to stop you by reaching out, but you recoiled, before his fingertips graze your skin.

"Don't,"

You strided out of the cortex, your shoulder straightened, held up high to hold your tears, but every step you take, the control you have dissipates. Slowly, your tears overflowed. You wiped the tears, though it didn't make any difference, your tears fell and fell, soaking your neck. Soon, all hell broke loose, sobs racked your body, your hands flew to your mouth to muffle your voice.

Wells was left with nothing, but the sound of your footsteps received, your muffled sob through the walls; thousands thoughts and emotions, and the weight of your words.

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My parents are fighting. This one made me genuinely sad. Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if you share this and give it some love. Thanks!

Part V

[carpediem-celebrpg]

This meme will remain active (able to reblog) from March 18th - March  21st

1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now? 2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone? 3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care? 4: Do you find it easy to trust others? 5: What were you doing at 11PM last night? 6: You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you? 7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on? 8: Are you close with your dad? 9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right? 10: What are you listening to? 11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it? 12: Do you like hickeys? 13: What time do you go to bed? 14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down? 15: Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both? 16: Do you always answer your texts? 17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? 18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? 19: Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them? 20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? 21: Is anyone else in the room with you? 22: Do you believe what goes around comes around? 23: Were you happier four months ago than you are now? 24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? 25: In the past week, have you cried? 26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing? 27: Do people ever call you by your last name? 28: Is anyone ignoring you right now? 29: Do you have a best friend? 30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? 31: Who was your last call/text message from? 32: Are you mad at anyone? 33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you? 34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? 35: How many more days until your birthday? 36: Do you have any summer plans yet? 37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex? 38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? 39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone? 40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone? 41: Do you think age matters in relationships? 42: Are you available? 43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended? 44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? 45: Do you believe exes can be friends? 46: Do you regret anything? 47: Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? 48: Did you ever lose a best friend? 49: Was your last kiss a mistake? 50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? 51: Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? 52: Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? 53: What was the last thing you ate? 54: Did you get any compliments today? 55: Where are you going on your next vacation? 56: Do you own anything from other countries? 57: Are most of your friend guys or girls? 58: Where have you lived most of your life? 59: When was the last time you took a long drive? 60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle? 61: Have you ever TPd someone’s house? 62: Who do you text the most? 63: What was the last movie you saw? 64: What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex? 65: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011? 66: Is the last person you kissed younger than you? 67: Do you curse around your parents? 68: Are you happy with where you live? 69: Picture of yourself? 70: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships? 71: Have you ever been dumped? 72: What do you most like about making out? 73: Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with? 74: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other? 75: What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive? 76: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed? 77: Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour? 78: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name? 79: What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face? 80: Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? 81: Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you? 82: Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush? 83: Do you miss your last sweetie? 84: Last time you slow danced with someone? 85: Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met? 86: How can I win your heart? 87: What is your astrological sign? 88: What were you doing last night at 12 AM? 89: Do you cook? 90: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication? 91: If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship? 92: Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? 93: What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest? 94: Name four things that you wish you had! 95: Are you a player? 96: Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day? 97: Are you a tease? 98: Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr? 99: Have you ever been deeply in love with someone? 100: Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with? 101: Hugs or Kisses? 102: Are you too shy to ask someone out? 103: The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? 104: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe? 105: If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it? 106: Do you flirt a lot? 107: Your last kiss? 108: Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012? 109: Have you kissed anyone in the past month? 110: If you could kiss anyone who would it be? 111: Do you know who you’ll kiss next? 112: Does someone like you currently? 113: Do you currently have feelings for anyone? 114: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? 115: Ever made out with just a friend? 116: Are you happier single or in a relationship? 117: Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.

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Questions must be sent out to every character who reblogs this.

[finalinspirit]

otp ask meme: saimaki

based on this post.

i’m basically answering what i headcanon for this rare pair!

1. How did they meet? What was their first impression of one another?

How did they meet? In the pre-game, Shuichi was talking with his classmate while walking, but a thief came to steal his wallet, so he chased the thief to retrieve it. It was difficult for him to catch up with thief since he didn’t have the stamina and speed as them, but an unexpected happened since he saw a girl—Maki—who apprehended the thief and returned the wallet to him.

What was their first impression of one another? Shuichi couldn’t believe that Maki apprehended the thief, and it wasn’t like he had a mindset of “girls are weak physically” or anything, but rather he thought that she had that capability for some kind of purpose, and he didn’t know whether that purpose is good or bad, but he rather like the former. As for Maki, she found him ordinary like there was nothing about him that stood out to her.

2. What does this OTP have in common with one another?

In their MBTI test, surely they’re going to end up as introverts.

3. What is one thing that one person does that drives the other absolutely crazy?

Shuichi: I guess her boldness?

Maki: His unexpectedness…

4. How would they describe one another?

Shuichi: She might look cold to you, but to me, she’s a very warm person.

Maki: ...I don’t know. He’s... not a bad person.

5. How did they flirt with one another before they began a relationship?

Shuichi would compliment her in an earnest way while Maki would accompany him when it was time for them to eat.

6. What moment made each person first realize they were in love with the other?

It wasn’t the first time Shuichi saw Maki smile, but when she thanked him for being her companion while she smiled sweetly, his heart skipped a beat, and the festival’s fireworks boomed.

Maki heard from a friend that Shuichi picked up a fight with a person whom she wronged in the past, so she rushed where he might be, and found him all beaten up. Mad, she grabbed his collar, asking why did he do it, and he answered that he disliked how that person talked bad about her when he knew how wonderful she was as a person, and that was where her heart skipped a beat.

7. Who made the first move?

Shuichi was planning to confess his love for Maki, but then Maki was the first one to confess her love, so it was Maki.

8. What would they consider the most romantic thing that happened between them?

Shuichi: Well... that’s... quite difficult to answer I believe.

Maki: If I’m with him, then it’s always the most.

9. What was their worst fight about? Who apologized first & how?

It was about their former crushes. Maki was mad when she found a crumpled paper in Shuichi’s room, talking about his first love, but he argued that she must have been thinking about her first love too when he saw her sighed, sad, mumbling her first love's name while she looked at the thing that must have reminded her of her first love in the other day. It hurt Shuichi to see Maki in tears, and he felt guilty for losing his cool as she did, so he prepared oolong tea for her and went into her room to apologize. Maki also apologized about getting worked up like that, and they had a heart to heart talk and then reconciled afterwards.

10. Who gets jealous the most?

Maki. Although she found Shuichi ordinary in her first impression, for some reason, she thinks that he has this hidden charm that will make girls fall head over heels for him, so whenever they have a date outside, she will get touchy and close to him as much as possible.

11. What do they admire the most about the other?

Shuichi: She’s so strong than the other people I know of, and I know full well that I’m strong enough, but I think she’s much admirable in that area, and I think that I still have a lot to learn from her.

Maki: He’s Shuichi Saihara. So anything about him is pretty admirable.

12. What would both say is their favorite memory of the other?

Shuichi: It’s when Maki believed in me until the end.

Maki: I don’t think I can move forward without Shuichi, so I think that’s a nice memory.

13. Who steals the covers the most?

It started equal, but Shuichi would wake up when he felt cold suddenly, and he found out that Maki stole the covers, but smiled to see her asleep in peace, and that was enough for him to fall asleep again.

14. What are their love languages? [if you’re unsure, find out here]

As for Shuichi, Acts of Service (with a little bit slight of Quality Time).

As for Maki, Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch.

15. Do they get married? Who proposes & how?

Of course, they do! Shuichi proposes, and it isn’t anything flashy proposal like some creative pranks for tenfold surprises, more like a normal proposal where he reserved a table for two in a fine dining restaurant, and that’s where proposed.

16. Are there children in their future? How many? If not, how did the other respond to *not* wanting children?

Of course, there are! How many? 7. 4 out of 7 are their biological children and 3 out of 7 are their adoptive children.

17. How do they comfort one another?

Based on their love languages, whenever Shuichi feels stressed about his detective job or something else, Maki would spend her time to cook a food for him even though she’s a terrible cook between them or help him whenever he asked her opinions about his detective cases or something else. As for when Maki feels stressed, Shuichi would be there to embrace her or lend his ears for her.

18. What was the biggest hurdle in their relationship?

I think it’s most of the time Shuichi gets himself in a dangerous situation as a detective, so his life is always on the line, and sometimes that would make Maki anxious, and it would start a little argument between the two.

19. What would they do if the other person was hurt?

Shuichi would certainly be concerned of Maki’s well-being first while Maki would certainly want to break the bones who dared to hurt Shuichi.

20. What would be their last words to the other if they were dying?

Shuichi: “You made me happy more than you know, Maki.”

Maki: “‘Til we meet again, Shuichi.”

21. How important is s-word to their relationship? Would it matter if one didn’t feel a sexual attraction to the other, but felt a deep romantic attraction?

It isn’t that important.

Shuichi: I know full well that there’s difference between sexual and deep romantic attraction, but I love Maki, so it looks like same to me.

Maki: If it’s Shuichi, then it doesn’t bother me all that much.

22. How does either member of your OTP know they want to have s-word/make love?

If Shuichi wants to do it, he will ask Maki. If Maki wants to do it, she will provide a hint.

23. How do they like their s-word (fast, slow, rough, gentle)? What positions do they prefer?

They like to take it slow and gentle—most of the time—since they want to cherish their time with each other. (Buuuut that doesn’t mean they’re limited to just slow and gentle, y’know? It still depends.)

24. What do they find most sexy about the other?

Shuichi finds Maki sexy whenever she wears his dress shirts or her hair’s on the loose. Maki finds Shuichi sexy whenever he looks at her with an earnest look or wears formal suits.

25. Who gets horny the most?

Maki.

26. Who is more likely to want to have s-word in public? Who is afraid of getting caught?

Shuichi is more likely while Maki is afraid. How? Maki saw how Shuichi changed, at their first, he was all shy, but then he gets bolder each day, and he even likes to see how she gets red as tomato around him, telling her how he needs to inspect her body all over thoroughly as a detective. One day, she visited him in the station since he forgot his lunch, and he was one left in the room since his subordinates had their own duties. He toured her around, and entered the interrogation room, and the rest’s story.

27. One headcanon you have about this OTP

In the game, I think that Kaito intended introducing Shuichi to Maki in the game since he knew he wouldn’t last with a deadly disease, and he wanted Maki to have someone to rely on (if that isn’t a cupid behavior, then I don’t know what it is). I want to talk more the difference between V3′s Saimatsu and DR2′s Hinanami as to why I ship Saimaki, but I think that’s for another day.

So in the end of the game, they moved on with each of their respective crushes, and treated Himiko as their daughter and friend. Shuichi worked as a Detective (he received training to handle guns, apprehend someone if necessary, defend himself, etc.) to apprehend the entire DR Team who made the k-word game show while Maki left her work as an assassin and worked as a teacher in a kindergarten and became a caretaker in an orphanage at the same time.

[dangan-happy]

[No offense, but you're looking really good today] hopefully I’m doing this right since it’s my first time sending one but I would like hiyoko,rantaro and tenko for this(I’m a boy and I know she dislikes them even tho she’s a comfort but if I can’t use tenko for this I’ll like Junko) anyways I need advice I’m starting to have a crush again on a great friend of mine but it’s kinda more deeply in love this time if that makes sense. And I have the urge to talk to him but I’m scared and nervous I might bore him or that he wouldn’t wanna talk even tho we have some or a lot of stuff in common I’m also nervous considering his best friend and I don’t really get along and he knows this and I’m nervous he might dislike me a little for it. And what makes it worse is that we only talk in the group chat not privately so it might seem weird.. there’s more to say but it’s kinda embarrassing hhhh

You’re taking the time to include me in this, even though I have no idea what to do when it comes to love? Wow, you really must be desperate then Anon, at least you didn’t ask for that clumsy Mikan. So you have a brain after all. 

Well, I think you should be able to talk to him whether his stupid friend likes you or not, you aren’t talking to his friend, you’re talking to this guy you like. Right? I guess I can understand why you’re nervous, I’ve never had a crush on anyone, so I’m a little rusty on this kinda subject. 

Since you have some common interests, don’t be worried too much about talking to him when it comes to those topics! Anyone with a brain cell can see that having mutual interests isn’t a bad thing, plus it can really help you have a conversation with them! And maybe you can learn more about him! It doesn’t matter what his friend thinks of you, you’re not trying to impress him. You’re impressing your crush, well, you don't have to try hard. He probably appreciates your presence! And if he doesn’t, I’ll bop him on the head!

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Hey there anon, don't worry, you aren't saying anything worth embarrassment, I promise. Crushes are always an awkward experience, so don't worry, everything you're feeling is perfectly natural. Feeling nervous is definitely normal. Honestly, I think the first step is to sit down and think things through, as hard as it is. Maybe I'm just a total buzzkill, but I think it's almost always best to try and think about things so I don't end up rushing into anything. You've already done an awesome job of picking up on the pros and cons, and I'm proud of you for that. Honestly, I think you gotta try talking on him one on one before you can really do anything else. Just send him a dm involving an interest you have in common, and just see how it goes. The great thing about dm conversations is that you can think about what you say before you send it. I know, it's beyond scary, but I think that's the best next step.

Honestly, I think whatever happened between you and your friend should only impact you two, but I can't guarantee that this will be the case obviously. I don't know why you don't get along so there's not much I can say on this part. If he brings it up, talk it out, explain your side, answer questions, anything like that. It might not hurt to at least be nice to his friend too, just saying. Stuff like this is never easy, and honestly my advice might not work at all.

Just be sure to think with your head and not your heart. I know, I just went against every disney movie ever, but logic is the way to go, at least when things are starting out. Try to get to know each other more, and see how it goes from there. Good luck ok! Fingers crossed it all works out for you.

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Even though you are a degenerate male, I guess I could still help you with this. Even males have feelings, after all.

Like Rantaro and Hiyoko said, it’s super great that you two have things in common! That way, you don’t have to worry about your crush being uninterested or bored! Talking to your crush is totally a way to get closer to him, and to see whether or not it would be a good idea to confess or not. 

Although it might seem a little awkward at first, I think texting him in private is a good idea. Maybe you could send him a meme he might find funny to start the conversation. Like I said, it might be a little awkward at first, but it’ll be a really good way to get closer to him. And who cares if his friend doesn't like you? You and your crush’s friend don’t have to talk. After all, it your crush you want to talk to, and not the friend, right?

You can totally do this, anon!! I believe in you!!