OTP Prompts

OTP PROMPT 89 / STORY

April 4, 2018 — 04/04/18
Hi there, here's two drabbles of my two of my favourite prompts that I've had as a thank you thing for 100k reads ! :)

OTP PROMPT 38 -  701 words :

"An au where everyone is unable to feel one emotion. It varies between people, like one person is unable to feel guilt, and another cannot express sorrow. So, Person A confesses to Person B, but Person B can't feel love."

I guess I should be considered lucky. Out of all of these emotions, both horrible and amazing, I was unable to feel annoyed. I knew that annoyance was a negative emotion. That concept itself was easy to understand, yet I guess I should've been more grateful for it.

But I should've taken into account about the feelings of the people around me.

Especially them.

Let me tell you the story of how my heart got crushed.

It had all started when I first met [Person B]. Sure, I guess it wasn't the most glamorous of introductions, but hey, that was always the worst and most awkward part. Seconds turned to minutes which turned to hours, yet it had all felt as if no time had passed. From the very moment that I'd seen them, it was as if a sixth sense had told me, this person was special.

Granted, I should've asked them beforehand on what they couldn't feel. But I didn't, since I was an absolute idiot who didn't have their priorities laid out straight. So off I went, all diddly daddly with no care in the world, growing close to my new friend without much thought.

In my defence, though, I never really did expect to fall in love with them. But how could I not? They were practically the essence of perfection and all above, and I'd gradually grown to acknowledge that.

Yet I hated how they made me feel. They pulled at my heartstrings without any thought, all while innocently laughing like the good friends that we were.

Friends.

Finally, I'd had enough. I'd gathered all of my non existent confidence and dignity, and met up with them with a mission. That day, I would finally confess my undeniable feelings towards them. I never really took into account of what might happen, but life loves to surprise.

Our friendly meet up had gone far too quick from what I'd felt, or it was probably just because of my nerves. Oh well, all that I can clearly recall was asking to confess something at the end of it.

"I like you. Like, not in a friend way, but in a romantic way where I want to kiss you, cuddle you, and tell you all of your best traits."

Well, it was cheesy, almost to an explicit point.

I'd expected everything and anything to happen. Whether it be being flat out rejected or an awkward one, I'd really suspected it all.

The reaction that I didn't suspect, however, was for [Person B] to look close to tears and almost ashamed. Thousands of words began to fill up my mind, appearing and disappearing hastily, none leaving a single mark.

These thoughts were instantly paused when they started to talk.

"I'm sorry," for what? I was clearly in the wrong, right? Why were they apologizing? "Love, I can't feel it. I'm sorry to disappoint you. Move on, find someone new, forget about me. Please."

That's when the world had crashed on me.

"Oh."

Really, I should've seen it in the first place. I watched as you turned away and walked off, your quick steps were nothing but echoes in my mind. As you left, I could hear the murmurs of witnesses and passerby's, their whispers full of sorrow as they spoke to each other.

"Poor them, getting rejected like that."

"That must be the worst; unable to feel love."

"God, I can't help but feel bad for both of them."

"That friendship is done for."

You were my anchor, and I had just sunk.

-- extra --

Here I am, I guess. Four years had passed by since my mess of a confession, and neither of us have contacted each other since. I've somewhat moved on. I'm not necessarily happy anymore, but I'm emotionally stable now. Sometimes, though, I can't help but think of you from time to time. I wonder where you are.

Are you relaxing by the park, perhaps with a new friend?

Have you dwelled in the past as long as I have?

Are you happy?

Do you miss me?

Did you even care for me?

Even if you could've loved me back, would you have?

I guess our story will never be completed, discontinued because of a lack of feeling. I'll never find the answer, and unsaid words will remain unsaid.

But that's ok.

Because I loved you.

OTP PROMPT 67 - 479 words:

"Person A feels like being a rebel for a day, but is seriously way to precious to do anything actually harmful. So what ends up happening is that Person B finds them crying by the trash in an alleyway holding a bottle of spray paint in a dark sweater bought in the wrong size."

When I'd walked down the street at 11pm, I really suspected anything to happen. Having dived too far into the world of news and horror fiction, I'd really thought that I'd end up dead in an alleyway.

What I didn't expect, however, was to find a person bawling their eyes out while being hidden in a corner.

Seriously.

So what'd I do? Well, as I am 1/5 of a decent human being, I decided that I'd go help them out. Surely, the reason that they're crying out on the street means that something bad happened to them, right?

But when I'd taken a step towards them, their head had snapped up and I could see the distressed state that they were in. But wow.

They were cute.

I'd quickly shaken my head of any thoughts that had dared to make themselves present in my head, (as well, that wasn't really the problem here) and had quietly walked over to them to help.

What I didn't expect was for them to pitifully swat me away with their sweater paws. (Really, how bad at shopping must you be to get the size of a sweater wrong? If I ever got to know them better that's the first thing I will be establishing)

"Go away."

Their muffled voice made my heart swell, and I inwardly began to coo at how adorable this stranger looked.

"I'm a rebel who doesn't follow directions and breaks the rules, leave me alone."

That statement, I must admit, made me raise an eyebrow. And apparently, my disbelief made them mad.

"I am a rebel! Don't give me that kinda look, I don't follow any type of rule! See that?" they pointed to a ruffled bag beside them, before jumping up to their feet and stalking towards me.  "Yeah, I've got spray paint! I'm going to do graffiti all over this wall, you hear? I was just, uh, doing a bit of... emotional checkup! You know, to make sure that all of my emotions are completely functional! Cause you'll never know if you suddenly can't feel happiness... or... something..."

My silence made them quiver at the end of their outburst, quieting them of anymore words. They had stopped right in front of me, timidly toying with their sweater paws, (which would usually piss me off if it weren't for the fact that they looked so cute in them) and had voided all eye contact with me.

Seriously, was I now this person's new mom? God, I'm beginning to understand my own parents. I was probably a trainwreck as a child.

Well, they were cute so they made up for the burden.

"I'll take you to my place to get you washed up and to stop you from breaking the law." It was a rather hasty decision, I know.

But I can't say that I regret taking it.

(Sorry that ended so abruptly!)