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bakerstreet2017-03-30 10:28 am
hydrates) wrote in bakerstreet2017-03-30 10:28 am
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Secret Admirer
SECRET ADMIRER meme
You're in love with them, but they don't know it and you have no real intention of changing this. Whether it's because you don't want to admit anything to yourself, can't handle rejection, don't think you're good enough, or have no real experience with this kind of thing, your lips are sealed...for now. And maybe forever, if you're contented to love them from afar.
That is, if the object of your affection doesn't figure you out first.
HOW TO PLAY
- Comment with your character, preferences, and whether they'd be the admirer or the admired.
- Reply to others.
- RNG it or not.
PROMPTS
- Meeting: How do you meet? Is it love at first sight?
- Falling: You learn to love them, even if you never have before.
- From Afar: You're not too close to them - they may not know you at all - but you still admire them. Whether "afar" means something like a different school, a different team, or a different world or walk of life is up to you.
- Notice Me: You actually do want to be noticed. Please, senpai!~
- Right in Front of You: The two of you are friends or allies, yet you're hiding your emotions in plain sight.
- Denial: You? Love? No! Especially not with them...no, you weren't looking at them!
- Jealousy: They don't know you're attracted to them, so you shouldn't feel mad when they're getting attention from others.
- Too Shy Shy: The words just won't come out. Besides, you're too flustered by their presence in general.
- Don't Deserve Them: You wouldn't want to subject them to you, anyway. They're too good.
- Favors: Your love may not be known; still, you can do things for them or get them gifts, and they'll wonder who's doing all this. Their happiness is all you want, not their recognition.
- Bad at This: So, about all those gifts or favors? You're not the sort to know about kindness and because of this, your shows of affection tend to be you offing their rivals or giving them stolen items.
- Adorkable: You're awkward but it's endearing!
- Never Expect the Quiet Ones: You barely speak, much less show how you feel. How could they know what you really think?
- Lash Out: It's frustrating to have a crush you can't act on, so you've decided to act out...towards the one you love, perhaps to push them away.
- Admission: Finally, you've decided to admit what you've felt all along.
- Outed: Someone else has told your secret.
- Caught: Maybe you were caught looking at them too much, speaking about your love out loud, or leaving them a gift. No matter what, the jig is up.
- Content with Secrecy: You can admire them without saying a word. You're not conflicted in the least with living this life!
- Requited: No more harboring secrets, as your feelings are returned.
- Unrequited: ....ouch. Just ouch.
- WILD CARD
Reinhardt Wilhelm | Overwatch | OTA
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sorry this took so long. let me know if this works for you
No. She was the one he could never have. And yet he had still loved her. He had done everything he could to be there for her. To support her and watch out for her on missions. He could do as knights of old had done centuries ago. He could still love her, in the pure and honest way a knight loves his lady.
Then, he had lost her.
Losing Ana broke something in Reinhardt that he hadn't even realized he had. Losing her represented losing all those what-ifs, all those never coulds. The box they had put in the ground hadn't been empty at all. It had carried with it his heart. He had mourned her deeply.
His joy when she had come back to them, come back to him, it had been overwhelming. With her return, all those old feelings came rushing back to him. In the intervening years, he had never stopped loving her and to see her again was like getting a second chance. Another opportunity to challenge the what-ifs and turn them into what-is. Yet, the old Crusader still held back. Still kept his feelings to himself. She had far too much to accomplish, far too much to catch up on to have to deal with an old man's crush.
Yet, Reinhardt still too every chance he could to be in her presence. Bask in her being there and alive and back in his life again. He could once more look at her with that deep devotion he had possessed all this time. He could still go out of his way to assist her in whatever she needed, even if it was little things like helping her carry paperwork.
Even then, with pages piled as high as his eye, he can't help but keep looking beside him, as if afraid that if he takes his eyes off of her for one second, she will vanish again, and this time for good. So he watches her, walking right next to him and he sighs softly to himself, trying to keep all the papers together and trying to act like he's not a giddy teenager.
"After this, I'll help you move that heavy desk of yours where you want it." He promises.
slowly slinks back in in shame
Reinhardt always had been, and Ana had failed to notice all that he'd done for her over the years, and had recognised it. He had been dear to her, and she'd held a particular affection for him -- something different to the others in her command.
It was difficult. All the years, particularly after Fareeha, Ana had kept herself focused -- kept her attention on her job, and tucked any feelings away. There was no place for them, not with all that they had to do. Whether Ana had noticed Reinhardt's feelings or not didn't matter -- she'd not had the luxury to think about it.
Coming back now was both a blessing and a curse. It gave her more time, and a second chance with those that Ana cared for, though it also made her consider just how she'd hurt her fried before. Spending time with Reinhardt was part of that, to build their friendship strong again and to replace that pain with happiness. His actions have her remembering the old days, and just how kind he'd always been.
"You do not need to do so much for me. I didn't use the desk much before." And now, with it only being them there'd be less time spent sat at it.
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"You say this, but I still am doing it. Not because I need to, but because I want to." He wants to tell her. Wants to shout to the heavens that he wants to because if gives them time together alone. It is a feeling that grows in his chest and is hard to silence. The heart of his sleeve is bound to bursting with all those unsaid things over the years. Yet he still crams this in there too, testing the dam that keeps all those things from spilling over and ruining everything.
"And I know you didn't and I doubt you will this time, but is is a good place to put your tea set and your photos, ja? I will have to admit though, that your set might be a little more worn than last you saw it. It's been on a few adventures." Sure, he could have given it to her daughter, should have. Should have left behind when he was forced away. Instead, he had taken it with him. His old Crusader armor, a promising young Iron Clad apprentice, a battered old transport van and her fine tea set. It had fared just as well as he had, tilting the windmills he had challenged. "So, if you want, I will replace it for for you. It's my fault it is in such a state. I just had to..." He trails off a little and shakes his head, leaving that sentence dangling and unfinished. He's no coward, but admitting that he had wanted to have something of hers after she was gone was a little terrifying, even for a man that stared death in the face while wearing a tin can. "Never you mind. Let me get that door for you!"
AS DISCUSSED
Well, sort of walking the hall. The kids are all asleep, near as he can tell. An ear pressed against a door affirms that either they're very good at telling when someone's outside or actually asleep. Either way, he leaves them be, heading towards the door with the light still on and-
"Still awake, are you?"
Torbjörn's not really that surprised, to tell the truth. Was kind of hoping for it, but he thinks he does a pretty decent job of hiding that sort of thing.
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He'd gone through a brief work out, nowhere near what he should have done and told himself he would do extra in the morning. Trading his run for the arduous task of playing human jungle gym to a gaggle of kids who all wanted to play with "Uncle Wilhelm".
Now was just time to relax, taking advantage of that massive bed. It's a luxury that he only really gets when he comes to stay here. So he's sprawling, in nothing but his tight tank and his lose boxers, reading one of the adventure stories he had brought. He was interested to see what Drizzt would do next. Though he quickly puts his classic literature down when his door opens so he can sit up.
"Yes...Well, he's about to go on a quest to take back the throne and I want to know how this goes." Because it's not like he hasn't read this story a million times before. (He has.) "You are up late, mein freund. Did one of the children wake you? Do you need help getting the kinder back into their beds?"
makes up names of other kids
He shakes his head, ridding the thought from his mind. "I don't want to bother you if you're deep in your reading, but if you don't mind the company? My thoughts are apparently keeping a certain someone awake." There's some wry humor, there, but let it never be said that he doesn't listen to his wife.
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"Perhaps, I can help you with these thoughts so that you can find sleep. Tell me what troubles you. I will do what I can to help!" Because if there's one thing Reinhardt wants to do, it's help out his old friend, a man who has always done so much to help him.
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"I hoped you might." Shutting the door behind him, Torbjörn makes his way over, hoisting himself up on to the bed with a grunt. "Because it's actually concerning you."
That. Actually sounds a bit bad, now that he thinks about it. The engineer strokes at his beard, a wry expression on his face.
"It's nothing bad," he hastily adds. "The opposite, really."
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Reinhardt's relief is obvious as his worry when he's told it's nothing bad. He's always been unable to hide his emotions and his worry becomes smiling curiosity. "The opposite of bad, about me?" He leans towards his old friend, all energy and enthusiasm, like he's about to play a guessing game. Which he is. "Is it the armor upgrades I asked for? Did you get them? Or Brigitte's new hammer? I tried my best to remember the ones you always use, since they are the best. Or maybe...am I going to be a godfather again?" Reinhardt hadn't really noticed it, but he's been such a constant staple of the Lindholm Family that he's godfather to about two thirds of the children in this house. "If so, congratulations are in order! What will this be... number ten? Eleven?"