#confessin time

[rockintapper]

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[alternia-confessions]

i some+imes wanna do wha+ +he dolorosa did.

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Question: i sometimes wanna do what the dolorosa did.

[violetarks]

when he overhears you speaking to one of your friends about confessing to your crush soon, osamu prepares himself for the worst.

he’s always been in his brother’s shadow, and nearly everyone who has ever talked to him did so for the sake of getting closer to atsumu. just because you two sit next to each other in class and talk a lot doesn’t mean you are automatically different. it could be that you only smiled at him the way you do because you somehow knew that osamu thought about you 24/7, and you liked playing a little game on him.

and so what if you got along with atsumu? and when you three would walk to and from class together, you would butt heads and he’d smile at your behaviour. it didn’t mean a thing, did it?

except it did. and he is more than annoyed at that.

“well, why don’cha asked her out?” atsumu asks his brother that day as they walk home, “she could be confessin’ to you.”

“i dunno’,” osamu replies as he stares at the ground, “jus’ think she’s not gonna’ ask me, ya’ know?”

“yer’ an idiot, ‘samu,” atsumu dodges a whack in the head, “go n’ ask her out! this is yer’ chance!”

“ugh, whatever, tsumu…” osamu doesn’t say anything more, but he secretly hopes his brother is right about this. he plans to ask you out tomorrow after school.

but his plans get interrupted when he and his brother get to their shoe lockers and a letter sits in atsumu’s. they stare at it as atsumu carefully unfold it.

it’s a confession, but not just any — it’s yours. osamu would recognise that handwriting anywhere.

“dear miya,

“i have been wanting to say this for the longest time — i have feelings for you. it has taken me so long to gather the courage to admit this to you in hopes that you reciprocate my feelings. you are kind and genuinely funny, and your smile makes my heart burst. i think that you’re one of the sweetest people i’ve ever met.

“i do not expect you to answer me straight away, but know that i wait for your response. thank you for being such a wonderful person to me. i couldn’t imagine a better person to be near.

“l/n”

atsumu slowly turns to his brother as he rereads it ten times now.

“osamu—”

“i knew it.” osamu interrupts as he slams his shoe locker shut and trudges into the building.

people watch him as he marches passed them. when he makes it to his homeroom, you’re sitting at your desk and scribbling down something on your notebook. he takes a deep breath in and sits at his spot.

“oh, osamu,” you mumble out as you see him, “i, uh… did you see my letter?”

“‘course i did.” his voice is sharper, which catches you off guard.

“y—yeah? what do you think?”

“i don’t wanna’ talk about it,” he grunts as he looks away from you, “i don’t even care.”

you stare at the back of his head before deciding to be quiet. perhaps he just wasn’t in the mood to talk.

at lunch, osamu and atsumu usually eat with the volleyball team in the cafeteria, but atsumu can’t help but feel his brother’s sadness radiate ofd him. he excuses himself from the table and makes a beeline for you.

“yo, y/n,” atsumu speaks up. you and your friends look up from your food to see the heartthrob staring at you. “can i talk to you for a sec?”

“oh… sure,” you say as you get up. you follow him outside the building to talk in the empty hallway. “is something wrong?”

atsumu rubs the back of his head. he doesn’t know how to explain his rejection, it’s different because he knows that osamu genuinely likes you. usually, he’s just flat out say it. but this was hard.

“look, about yer’ confession—”

“why didn’t osamu like it?” you interject with your hands playing with each other. you stare at the floor with furrowed brows. “i don’t understand…”

“huh?” atsumu scoffs with crossed arms. he doesn’t understand you. “what are ya’ talkin’ ‘bout? osamu’s in love with you, y/n!”

“but,” you mumble with hot cheeks, “he—he said he didn’t care!”

“oh my god, y/n,” atsumu groans with a roll of his eyes, “of course he’d care about you confessin’ to his brother! why else do ya’ think he’s pissy?”

you freeze up at that and don’t say a word.

“look, i’m just here to say that i don’t return yer’ feelings, okay?” he sighs to you, “and i don’t think i ever could. i just see you as a friend of my brother’s, and i would never do that to ‘samu.”

“who… said i was confessing to you?”

it’s atsumu’s turn to be confused. he tilts his head.

“you… what?”

“i was confessing to osamu. i—i mean, i didn’t put his name because i got a little nervous and wrote it very formally, but still,” you explain to atsumu, “i wasn’t… the letter wasn’t for you. i’m sorry, no offence whatsoever, atsumu. i just… i just see you as my friend’s brother.”

“oh crap,” atsumu facepalms and wipes his jaw, “you put it in my locker by accident, ya’ idiot.”

“what?” you shriek in embarrassment, “i—i’m sorry, i thought osamu’s locker was the top one.”

“well, now you know it’s mine,” atsumu chuckles out. he reaches out and ruffles your hair. “go n’ talk to yer’ boyfriend, he’s been down all day.”

“i’m sorry, atsumu,” you apologise again with an embarrassed face. he feels kinda’ bad after spending the whole day being angry at you. “ah, this is the worst! no wonder he hasn’t spoken to me all day…”

“yeah, how could ya’ fuck up so bad?” he laughs at you.

“‘tsumu!”

“i’m not gonna’ help you, loser!” atsumu claims as you jab him in the stomach, “this ain’t my mistake.”

“ugh, whatever, just—”

the cafeteria door opens and out walks osamu. he looks left and right before he sees the both of you standing close together.

“atsumu,” he calls out, “c’mon, kita wants to talk to us.”

“r—right!” he walks over to his brother as you stare at your peer. osamu refuses to look at you.

“osamu,” you say to him as his brother walks back into the cafeteria. osamu stops on his tracks involuntarily, and can’t find himself to continue on. he lets you come closer. “can i talk to you after school today?”

“i have practice.” he responds.

“i can wait,” you say hastily, “just want to talk to you.”

he glares a little at you for a bit, but then reluctantly nods his head. you let him go and decide to finish your lunch with your friends and explain to them your situation. you get a few giggles, but you can’t blame them.

you watch from the entrance of gym as the twins practice their attack. the other players are resting and drinking from their bottles. you try to hide from around the corner and keep and eye on the younger twin, but you get caught by the captain.

“kita!” you jump as the captain blocks your view, “i’m sorry, i’m just waiting for the twins to finish.”

“you’re waiting for osamu, right?” he asks you as he looks to the said twin, “he is usually a little late to practice because he likes to walk you to your bike.”

“i’m sorry.” you sheepishly say.

“it’s fine,” he replies, “you wanted to speak to him? you may wait inside, if you’d like. it is cold out there.”

“oh? hey y/n,” suna calls out to you as he wipes his forehead, “come to watch?”

before you can say anything, kita is escorting you to sit on the stage. he lets you out your bag beside you and even asks if you’d like to see a little practice game while you were here. you say ‘yes’.

osamu can’t help but look over his shoulder at you every time a point is scored and he gets to catch his breath. one of the last times he does that, you’re already looking at him and wave a little. for a moment, he forgets everything and he waves back too but he doesn’t hear the whistle blow. he does, however, feel the volleyball hit the side if his head.

“hah!” atsumu laughs out loud from the front line. he watches his brother fall back with a red mark on his cheek. “pay attention, dumbass!”

“shut up, fleabag!” osamu groans from the floor. the game stops and everyone crowds around him.

“okay, let’s just get him up ‘n get a sub,” aran says as they lift the guy up from his feet. they walk him over towards you. “l/n, can you please look after him? make sure sure he doesn’t sleep.”

“o—oh, yes, okay…” you mutter back as osamu holds the side if his face and slumps beside you. he furrows his brows and looks away from you. “are you okay? you were doing pretty well.”

“yeah? betcha’ didn’t even notice with yer’ loverboy showin’ off his muscles for ya’.” he grumbles out.

“can we talk about this morning, ‘samu?” you plead, “it was a huge misunderstanding.”

“yeah, it was.” he says back to you.

you go quiet and look back to the practice game. the whistle blows, spikes are hit and points are won. you’ve begun to lose interest after what osamu had said to you. admittedly, he feels a little bad for being so rude to you, but he doesn’t go on.

deciding to not embarrass you more, you hop off the stage and grab your bag before you walk to the exit. osamu watches carefully at how you clench your fists at your side and you ignore how suna calls your name.

the practice goes on like normal and osamu joins the game soon after you leave. when training ends, atsumu smiles at his brother and walks beside him on the way home.

“so, how’d it go?” he chirps, “did y/n talk to ya’?”

“i didn’t wanna’ hear it,” osamu retorts as he trudges through, “it—”

“what? ‘samu, you idiot!” atsumu groans as he wipes his face, “y/n likes ya’, and messed up the confession by puttin’ it in my locker. i went to reject ‘em but i found out and told ‘em to tell you the truth.”

osamu stops as stares at his brother in disbelief.

“yeah, look at yer’ dumb fuckin’ face now!” atsumu shouts as he points an accusatory finger at osamu, “you two, i swear to god…”

“i—i’ll be right back, meet ya’ at home, ‘tsumu!” osamu shouts loudly as he begins running.

he knocks at your door ten minutes later, frantically waiting for you to answer. he’s huffing and puffing with his scarf wrapped tightly around his neck.

when you open the door, in a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, hair undone, he holds his breath.

“osamu? what’re you doing here?” you ask him.

“i really like ya’ and i wanna’ take ya’ out on a date,” he blurts out without letting you explain. his exhales turn into puffs of cold smoke while he stands outside. your face begins to freeze just by opening the door. “i’m sorry for bein’ a dumbass n’ not listenin’ to you. atsumu told me everything and—”

you take his freezing hand and pull him inside and close the door behind the both of you. osamu shuts up as you press your warm hands to his face.

“god, you’re shivering, ‘samu,” you point out. you drag him to the kitchen and grab your blanket from the couch. wrapping him up, you heat the kettle. “i’ll make you some tea.”

he lets out a small hum in thanks. now he’s embarrassed to say anything.

“it’s okay, osamu,” you tell him, “i get why you’d be so upset. but i really wanted to confess to you… i’m sorry too. do you think we could—”

as you turn around to him, osamu is already making his way to you. he presses a kiss to your lips as he wraps the blanket around the both of you. your hands find his waist and you tug him closer as you melt against him. osamu, ever the inexperienced, is much too eager for a taste of you. he is a bit of a messy kisser, but once you reach a hand up to hold his cheek and guide him, he’s found his groove.

you were a good kisser. he wonders if you’ve thought about kissing him as much as he’s done to you.

when you pull away, he’s as red as a tomato.

“you better.” you chuckle as you kiss where he was spiked in the face.

“i’ll go out with you, ‘samu.” you say softly to him.

“thank you,” he replies, “i promise i’ll treat ya’ well.”

his phone begins to ring. pulling away, osamu sees his brother’s name pop up on his screen.

“GET BACK HERE N’ GIVE ME THE KEY, OSAMU!” atsumu begins to yell at osamu, “IF YER’ DONE MAKIN’ OUT WITH Y/N, I WANNA’ GET INSIDE N’ OUT OF THE COLD ALREADY! IF YER’ NOT HERE IN TEN MINUTES I’LL KILL YA’!”

“okay, okay, ‘m sorry,” he quiets down, “say ‘hi’ to y/n.”

“hey, y/n,” atsumu says to you.

“hi, ‘tsumu.”

“get yer’ boyfriend over here before i freeze my tits off, ya’ hear?”

“okay, ‘tsumu.”

he hangs up without another word. osamu takes off your blanket and folds it on the couch as you turn off the kettle.

“‘m sorry, i forgot to give him the key.”

“it’s okay, ‘samu, just make sure you two get warmed up,” you retort. you walk him to your door and even holds him hands, bring them to your lips and try to heat them up. “i’d hate for you to be sick on our first date.”

“right…” he whispers out. you smile at him.

“get home safe.” you say to osamu after you lean up and kiss his cheek. he nods at you before walking off in the direction of his home.

he’s got some dumb smile on his face once he reaches his house. atsumu, however, is squatting down by the door with his scarf wrapped around his face and his hands tucked under his pits. he’s red with annoyance.

“‘bout fuckin’ time, asshole,” he grumbles out as osamu pulls out the keys from his pocket, “ya’ tell me to leave my keys at home but forget to gimme’ yer’ set. in the dead of winter. look at ya’, you’re smilin’ like it’s nothin’!”

osamu opens the door and allows atsumu inside first.

“me n’ y/n are goin’ on a date.” he tells his brother.

“oh, is that what you were ‘bout to sacrifice yer’ brother for?” atsumu grumbles out as he sets the heater on a warm temperature, “finally you two are together.”

osamu smiles to himself as he heads to his room. you have lovely handwriting, now that he thinks about it.

[seresinhangmanjake]

The One I Want: Part 15

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x plus size!reader

Summary: You’re new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.

Notes/Warnings: cursing, emotional stuff and vulnerability, fluff, angst, inaccurate navy stuff, typos for sure (fr didn't proofread tonight)

Words: 3537

The One I Want Masterlist

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“He really didn’t call last night?” Millie finally asks. She’s been watching you out of the corner of her eye for the better half of an hour, sitting in a plastic chair on the opposite side of the gift shop’s counter as she unconvincingly flips through the pages of a bridal magazine.

The stack Millie brought to your work was an attempt to distract you so you would have something to think about other than Jake, but you’ve done nothing other than stare at the same wedding dress on the same page since Millie arrived. You can’t even say it’s a nice dress that would compliment your friend’s figure, so you’re about as useless as they come for a Maid of Honor. Dresses, flowers, bachelorette parties—it all sits nestled in the back of your mind, and you’d feel horrible for not taking the details of the wedding more seriously, but right now you’re not alone in using it as a distraction from missing the men in your lives. 

At least Millie has received some reassurance. Rooster has taken every opportunity to call her, to comfort her, to express his love. But Jake? Nothing. The most you’ve gotten is a “He’s fine, just a bit drawn into himself lately. Got a lot on his mind,” from Millie who reported that information secondhand from her fiance. 

That Jake has put you in a place of questioning is a blow to your heart, but in an effort to stay sane, you haven’t allowed yourself to create potential explanations for him in your head. He’ll reach out eventually, and when he does, you trust he’ll give you all the answers you need. 

But for now, you shake your head. 

“What is wrong with that boy?” Millie huffs, leaning back in her chair. “I was hopin’ he’d make up for his lack of calls with a beautiful handwritten letter confessin’ his love, but good lord.”

“He already told me he loves me.”

The magazine drops onto her lap. Her jaw practically unhinges. “How are you just tellin’ me this now?” she asks. “What did you say?”

Running your fingers through your hair, you close your magazine and shove it aside. “He didn’t let me say anything,” you tell her, relief washing over you at finally letting it out. “It was over the phone as they were leaving, and he hung up before I could get two words in.”

Millie sighs. “Oh, Honey.” She sits up and scoots the chair as close to the counter as possible so she can easier wrap your hand in hers. 

“You know–” she begins, but then pauses as she rethinks, “Or, well, maybe you don’t know—but you should know Jake doesn’t throw that word around lightly. I haven’t known him as long as the others, but I do know that you were a total game-changer. He told all of us that from the moment he saw you he was a goner.”

Heat floods your cheeks at hearing the words he once told you. You’ve believed him to be genuine for a long time, but it’s incredibly fulfilling to know he felt strongly enough to tell his friends before you were willing to consider your own feelings for him.

Being honest with yourself, you weren’t in the same place the first time you saw Jake. You thought he was beautiful and magnetic, and being that beautiful and magnetic, you were convinced he was going to be just as troublesome. There was no room in your mind to consider yourself a goner. Your shields were unbreakable. But now, when you replay the last few months of your life—replay the first time you really took him in, the first time his fingers touched yours—you can acknowledge that in choosing to stay here, the feelings you’ve developed for him were inevitable. Goner for goner—it just took you a moment to catch up.

Millie grins at the red tinge you can’t conceal. “He’s been Mr. Game Changer himself, hmm?”

Shooting her a look before playfully rolling your eyes, you say, “Don’t tease me about things you already know, Millie.”

“The next time he calls, do you want me to tell Bradley to knock some sense back into that pretty, blond head?”

You chuckle. “No, it’s ok,” you say. “Jake was patient with me. It’s my turn to be patient with him. He’ll come through.”

“I’m sure it'll be soon. For you, he’d–” Millie’s eyes flick just past your head. “Oh, fuck no,” she mutters as the store’s door swings open and closes from behind you. “We don’t accept trash here. Please take yourself out,” Millie sasses, making you turn in your chair. 

Brit doesn’t acknowledge the tiny redhead. Her dark eyes are darts, so focused on you she hardly blinks. For some reason, though, you don’t sense the animosity you did the last time she brought herself around. 

“It’s been a while,” she says to you.

Millie scoffs. “Not long enough.”

As much as you want to, you don’t feed into your friend’s comments. Defending you is appreciated, but you have a feeling that poking at the blonde will delay her departure, and Brit doesn’t need to be in your life and space any longer than you desire to be in hers. 

“What can I do for you?” you ask.

“I came here to say something.”

“We don’t have a good track record there.”

With arms crossed, Brit rolls her eyes. “Right, well…I was pissed.”

Millie mimics Brit’s behavior; arm-crossing, eye-rolling, and attitude included. “Award-winnin’ excuse, honey.”

“Can't you scram?”

“Can and will are two different things.”

Your eyes move to Millie. The fire within her is too powerful to die out against the challenge before her, and you’re positive the two could go on for hours if you let them, neither willing to back down. But you want Brit to get on with it. Surely she knows after her last failure that she’s unable to affect you or Jake and the plans you have with one another, all of which do not include her. So what else is there for her to bother you with?

“Millie, it’s ok,” you say, snapping the tense band of their stare-off.

Her face softens when she looks at you. Words don’t have to be exchanged for her to understand what you’re asking of her. She stands and walks to Brit with a pointed finger. “I’m gonna be watchin’ you through the window like a stalker the entire time.”

After stepping outside, she immediately turns to face the window, just as promised. 

You stand as well and brace yourself against the wall, keeping the barrier of the counter between you. “I’d love to get this over with, so what do you want to say?”

Brit takes her time, running her fingernail over the packets of gum in their display before she decides to take a seat in the vacant chair. With her legs crossed, her hands clasp in her lap. “I don’t know if you are aware, but Jake dropped by for a nice little visit a couple of days before he left,” she shares with you. Then she sighs as if bored. “He said some things. A lot of things. Bared his soul and all that shit. It was rather dramatic.” 

While shocked, you suppose you don’t need a million guesses to figure out why he would go to her before leaving you. He expressed his concerns weeks ago, and no matter how fiercely you tried to reassure him, you couldn’t snuff it out completely. You could always see it in his eyes—a dimmed but persistent flickering of worry. 

Brit yanks you from your thoughts. “You’re not ever going to let him go, are you,” she says. 

“No.”

“Yea…” She runs her tongue over her teeth, making that squelching sound you had hoped to never hear again. “He’s not going to let you go, either. He made that clear.”

You get that feeling again—that deep fulfillment from being with Jake. You could’ve lived your whole life and the adventures that come with it—from marriage to children to grandchildren, if that is what you and Jake choose—completely unaware of him working behind the scenes to protect and defend and love you. 

It seems silly to not have realized before, but you’re so new to this kind of love that inexperience has you approaching it in a fairly straightforward manner. You don’t hide your emotions or actions from Jake anymore. You’re sad, you cry, he comforts you. You’re mad, you yell, he calms you. You’re happy, you smile, and he smiles right with you. And you’ve done the same for him. Open and honest and, as you once agreed, hearts bare. 

You would do anything for Jake, and he for you, but you never considered that his affection extended past what you see. Not because it shouldn’t; that’s what love is, you know that. But the love of your past was hollow, very out of sight out of mind on their end; a disconnection that those men used to boost their egos by making fun of you to their friends or flirting with other women when you weren’t around. 

Unless taught differently, a person only knows what they've known. So the idea of Jake going above and beyond in that way simply never crossed your mind. 

“At first, I hated him for it,” Brit says, suspiciously even-toned. “Showing up at my door, desperately trying to appeal to god knows what while he repeatedly reminds me that he won’t be with me because he’s in love with you. I mean, can you believe the fucking audacity of a man to do that to a woman?”

You can, because you know hurt and embarrassment inside and out, and up and down. Without the context of their situation—were it any other man spouting off to any other woman—you could find it in yourself to feel sympathy as easily as you find your next breath. But Brit deserves the treatment she’s describing; not for the sake of cruelly getting even after the harassment she doled out, but because she needs to hear the truth of the matter from Jake’s lips. She’s in the wrong, what she has done is unacceptable, and perhaps most importantly: you are not the reason Jake doesn’t want to be with her. Whether she eventually accepts that truth or not is another thing entirely. 

“I’ve spent these weeks hating him more than I thought possible,” she says.

You shake your head. “Brit, I don’t understand where this is going, and to be honest, I’m–”

“You once asked me if I was tired,” she interrupts you, her tone raising to overlap yours. It succeeds in silencing you. “Well, I’m tired.” 

If you could find your voice, you don’t know what you would do with it. When she cornered you in the Hard Deck’s bathroom with a plethora of insults and threats, you shot back at her with few words and a final question. But considering her lack of self-reflection, it wasn’t a question you imagined she might one day reassess. 

Brit rises and straightens out her top. She gives you one final look. “So, now you know.”

Then she exits the store and disappears around the other side of the building where the sidewalk meets the street. 

“What the actual fuck was that about?” Millie asks, returning to your side.

You’re still staring at the spot where she vanished. “I’ll believe it when I see it,” you start, then swallow, “But I think she’s done with us.”

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You love all of the things that still smell like Jake. The sheets, the pillow, the interior of his truck, the kitchen because that’s the first place he’d go after putting cologne on in the morning. He lingers everywhere, and when you close your eyes, you can trick yourself into believing he’s right beside you. But after a while of sitting around the scent with your eyes closed, the illusion dissipates. If Jake was actually near you, only so much time would pass before he’d begin touching and kissing and whispering sweet things in your ear. 

“You know I can’t help myself,” he’d say. And without him here, you can’t convince the scene to play out.

It’s like a bad dream that doesn’t lose its power over you even after you wake. It’s still in your brain, in the race of your heart, in the heavy gasps from your lungs. Dreams you often have that, even when sweet and beautiful, aren’t. If they’re not full of horrible images that leave you shaking in bed, they’re reminders of good times with Jake, and it’s the good times that ache the most when they’re over.

Tonight, though, it’s not the dreams that shoot you awake. It’s the ring of your phone from an unknown number. 

When Jake first left, every unknown number that popped up on your screen jolted an electric shock through your body. But after so many telemarketers and automated calls from the apartment building updating you on temporary changes to office hours, you stopped expecting anything else. 

Grabbing your phone, you slam the tip of your finger onto the little green circle and lift it to your ear. “Seriously, calling in the middle of the night is so messed up! I told you to take me off your list!”

“What list?”

Your eyes widen, and every scrap of half-asleep grumpiness falls away at the sound of his voice. “J-Jake?”

“Hey, beautiful…”

He sounds as tired as you are, but you can practically feel the smile on his face. You’re sure it’s a weak smile, all he can muster due to the exhaustion, but it’s there and it’s for you. 

Your vision blurs and you blink and fat droplets soak into his comforter. You rub your thumb over the damp circles. “I should slap you,” you say, your nose already becoming stuffy from your tears. 

“Oh, you should do much worse than that,” he replies. You lightly chuckle, so he lightly chuckles, then silence holds until he sighs. “I’m so sorry. I miss you so damn much.”

“So much you didn’t want to call before now? It's been a long time, Jake.”

“I did want to call,” he tells you. “And I could have—I should have—but I just…I freaked out a bit.”

“Why?”

Jake sighs again, and he must’ve pulled the phone away from his face because there’s a muttering so faint you can barely hear it. But then loudly and clearly, he says, “Because I fucked up, beautiful, and I’m embarrassed. You deserved better.”

Your mouth goes dry. 

Fucked up. Fucked. Up. 

Before you can stop yourself, you catch a glimpse of what the next few moments could turn your life into. 

Fucked up. Slept with someone. Sorry. Thought I loved you. Not your fault. You can stay at the apartment until I get back. 

Pain, and heartbreak, and tears fatter than the ones you’re currently shedding. Lost trust that will never be found for anyone else. No more confidence. No more self-love. No more vulnerability. 

Twelfth new place. 

But then he says, “That’s not how I should have told you I love you.”

One sentence. A snap of the fingers and every invading thought is shoved out of your head. You breathe. Shake your head. Swipe your fingers across your cheek to wipe away the first tear brought on by what you thought was about to break your heart. 

“It’s not how I wanted to do it,” he continues. “I was going to tell you so many times in the week before I left, but I didn’t know how you were going to react. Then I thought I’d say it at the dock, but Rooster was next to me and Millie was next to you, and no way in hell was I going to have them there the first time I said that to you.

“Before I knew it, we were on the ship and it hit me that I ran out of chances. But I couldn’t go without you knowing, so I didn’t think, I just did it,” he says. “I didn’t realize how fucking lame it was until the next day. I mean, Rooster told Millie on a damn ferris wheel, and Bob…” There's a pause. “Actually, I shouldn't tell you what Bob did for his girl; it shames us all.”

Finally, he takes a breath. “Anyway, after we were gone, whenever I wanted to call you I froze up because I had no idea what you would say and how you would feel. The thought of you being disappointed with me or with something I did–”

“Jake–”

“Especially something like this—it makes me–”

“Jake, I don't care that you told me over the phone,” you manage to slip in between his words. 

“Y-You don’t?”

“No, of course not,” you snicker, running the back of your hand under your nose to clear away any snot. “What I care about is that you didn't let me respond,” you tell him. “I care that the only way I've known you're safe has been through Millie.”

This time, Jake’s sigh sounds different; one more of relief than anything. Minutes of talking has anxiety lifting off of both of your shoulders by the pounds. Jake is okay, Jake is safe, Jake still loves you. You’re okay, you’re safe, you’re not so disappointed in him that you didn’t hang up the second you heard his voice. 

“Beautiful, if I could kick myself I would.”

“I’m sure you could ask one of the others to do it.”

“Anyone in particular you’d prefer to do the honors?”

You hum. “Javy never skips leg day. I’m sure he’s got a strong swing.”

Jake laughs loud enough for you to jerk your ear away from the speaker. “I’ll surprise him with the good news in the morning,” he says.

There’s a handful of things you could say in response. Cute things. Witty things. Sassy things, like requesting pictures of said kick in the ass as proof. But you don’t say those things. While you’d love to continue on the lighter path of conversation, you have more questions.

“Why didn’t you let me respond?” you ask. 

It’s amazing that you can’t see him yet you can feel his shift in attitude. As if in slow motion, you picture each phase of the bright smile disintegrating off his face.

Jake clears his throat. “You want the selfish or the less selfish reason first?”

“In that order is fine.”

“Ok. Selfishly, I didn’t want to hear you say you don’t love me,” he says. “But that wasn’t my first thought. My first thought was that I just needed you to know. I didn’t care if you loved me too, I cared that you knew you were loved. 

“It was after it was out of my mouth that I realized you might feel pressured to give me a response, which I also didn’t want for you. Then the selfish part came into play because what if you responded with anything other than that you love me too? Would it have made me stop loving you? No. But it would’ve hurt…badly.”

“You honestly think that I don’t?”

“I don’t know, beautiful.”

You can see his weak smile again, and you can picture how this conversation would go if he were in front of you rather than a thousand miles away. With that smile, he’d hold your hand and brush your hair behind your ear. He’d smooth your tears back into your cheeks with his thumb because he’d hate that they’re there before he pulls you into him to kiss you. 

“You’ve been through so much,” he says. “I don’t expect you to be in love with me, but that doesn’t mean it wouldn't hurt to hear you confirm it.”

You cry a little harder for the tears that shouldn’t be shedding; for the uncertainty he’s been feeling; for the questions you’ve been asking yourself over the last couple of months. All unnecessary. All of which could’ve been solved had he given you a chance to respond or called you at his first opportunity. 

You empathize with why he didn’t. Jake may be a man who doesn’t throw the ‘love’ word around often, but you’re a woman who has refused to throw it out at all. You protect yourself that way. You maintain some semblance of power by never speaking it aloud to someone who would not reciprocate. You understand what it means to tell someone you love them when you’ve lost those you love, and you’ve refused to do it for that purpose. It’s a risk of facing more loss.

But it’s a risk Jake took that would have instantly proved worth it. You only wish he could have known that at the time.

“Jake, I–”

“Please don’t,” he stops you. “I don’t want you to say anything until I get back. Either way, I mean. If you feel how I do, or, you know…if you don’t. I’d rather not know until I’m with you again.”

“You would rather wait months to know how I feel?”

“Well, that’s the thing, beautiful,” he says. “We might be coming home sooner than expected.”

---

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[cosmicstarlatte]

Reality Show (Obey Me!)

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Diavolo convinces Lucifer to have him & his brothers do a new demon reality show that revolves around their everyday lives.

»Characters: Demon Bros // ->[Click here for Part 2: Dateables]

»Tags: LUCIFER CAUGHT IN 4K, Shitpost/Humor, Mentions of reader/MC, Husbando Beel Supremacy, Bulleted Style

»Notes: CM = Crew Member ;; Sorry I was gonna upload this sooner but wanted to draw art for it. xD

Lucifer:

"Okay that's enough, go somewhere else."

CM: "We can't, you agreed to this under contract"

sighs

Mildly regretted his loyalty to Diavolo, otherwise he would've never done this

His camera crew was always on edge with him

The show stressed him more than usual

Perhaps there were a few embarrassing moments he would prefer not to talk about

Like pushing a door that said pull, forgetting the word spoon and calling it a tiny bowl on a stick

[Camera peeks through Lucifer's study, recording a smiling Lucifer texting on his phone]

CM: "Who were you texting Lucifer? Was it ___? There's been rumors..."

"I was checking the weather."

CM: "You take selfies for the weather?"

Mammon:

"Hey wait stop recordin' this! Not that what we are doin' is illegal!"

His camera crew had a rough time with him

But it made for good television!

He talked shit about Lucifer the most

"Yeah a lotta people dunno this, but Lucifer cries to me all the time! What can I say, I'm a reliable guy!"[Crew zooms in on an unamused Lucifer in the background]

[Cut to Mammon hanging from the ceiling]

"Can someone get me down from here!? HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS GOIN'!?"

A lot of the crew's clips had shaky movement from running due to multiple mammon situations

They got a great swoon-worthy shot of Mammon gazing lovingly at you

CM: "Maybe you should confess?"

"I'm confessin' to nothin'! Talk to my lawyer!"

CM: "That's not what we- Nevermind."

Levi:

"I already stream online so this isn't any different."

lol

Levi didn't realize they'd be watching his every move

How was he suppose to worship his shrine of Ruri and you in front of them!?

His camera crew couldn't stop cringing around the otaku

it was uncomfortable for everyone

[Camera films secret sweet moment of him awkwardly practicing asking if you want to hang out]

He asked for it to be deleted, it was denied

However his ratings shot up after that clip and the next one:

CM: "Do you have a crush on ___?"

"W-what!? N-no!!! (Incoherent Levi noises and he trips)"

That clip became a viral meme for weeks

I'm talking remixes and everything

In the end his camera crew actually did have a lot of fun with him and they game online together now

Satan:

"Watch your step. Oh, don't touch that!"

His camera crew had a difficult time with him

He managed to avoid them frequently so he wasn't overly present in the show, much to the annoyance of Lucifer and the others

If they did catch him, all the clips looked the same, all he did was read

They did manage to catch him feeding some stray devildom kitties

[Camera zooms in on him in his room with a collared cat on his lap]

CM: "I thought you couldn't have pets?"

"It's not mine. Clearly, I can't control what comes in my room as of late."

CM:  "It has a collar?"

"Next question."

CM: "What can you tell us about the Anti-Lucifer League?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Next question."

CM: "Okay... viewers want to know what's up with you and ___?"

[Satan opens a book and gets sucked in]

Asmo:

"It's like, Devilgram Live, but longer!"

Most unbothered out of everyone

He did get annoyed when they tried to catch him before he could start his morning beauty routine

He was scary, they caught it on camera...it was the only time the crew deleted a clip on a brothers request

Overall his crew had an easy time, it was standard to what they normally do, Asmo himself was fun

He was a natural, of course everyone loved him, who wouldn't?

Was the one to start drama for the sake of tv

Nothing too crazy just messed with Luci's schedule, got Mammon arrested, hid Levi's Ruri body pillow, little things really!

[Camera catches Asmo cuddling next to you]

CM: "You seem very fond of them!"

"I am! Oh maybe we can do like a one year WEDDING special later on!?"

Beel:

"Just don't get in my way I guess."

He wasn't really on board with the idea but not much he could do

His crew had an average time with him, he was easy and chill to film

They caught him doing a lot of activities like, cooking/baking, sports, gaming, it was surprising to viewers

His work out clips got a lot of views too, he was a busy demon

They filmed him helping around the house, even cleaning your room and leaving you little gift snacks

CM: "Wow, snacks? You must really like ___!"

"Yeah. I love them. I want to give them the world."He confidently admitted, smiling brightly

Had high ratings in the polls, the show gave everyone a new perspective of him who wasn't just a gluttonous beast

Belphie:

CM: "Is he breathing?"

"Zzz..."

The crew had an easy but boring time with him

There's only so many hours of a sleeping Belphie you can record

The were some soft serene moments with him,Beel and you, gazing at the stars

[Camera catches him sleeping, smiling and mumbling something about you]

CM (poking): "Belphie wanna share what you were dreaming about? We heard you call their name. "

"Only if the network agrees to air it unfiltered. It will be very descriptive."

CM:

CM: "That's a wrap guys."

⬦You might also like: MC's Livestream

[sakiblack]

Soft yandere Kiri x reader

Kiri x reader

Kiri with a human mate would be just the best.

Lets say you are Spiders sibling making you older then her. Eather your male or female your smaller then her.And she loves that.

From ever since you two were young she would always want to be with you. She was not a fighter but somehow she felt like she would save you from anything.

As you two grew older she would start to realise her feelings which would make her just more shy. To you being human you would always be at the camp making her able to keep her eyes on you. Spider would be the first one to notice something between you two making him talk to you or her about this. Weather you would tell him you like her or not it does not metter cus she would go full on confessin mode when he asked her about you.

»Y/n is just perfect i dont see why i would not be in love with them«

She would not hide it in front of anyone other then you.

Why you? Well you cant know how she feels untill she is 100% sure you feel the same. But untill then she would act normal. Like every girl in love with their crush would.

Being protective of you is a thing only with strangers. Her siblings and clan already know about the spacial something blooming between you two so she would not be protective of you there. But going to the metkayina clan oh Eywa help.

To you being human the first encounter would be strange. Ronal would not be a fan. She would pull your hands up showing the whole clan what you are. And thats not fun for Kiri to watch. She would hiss at Ronal not caring about her parents giving her the looks. Your hers and noone has the right to touch you.

After the clan would see you mean no harm and exept you in oh you better watch her. Tsireya is being nice to you wanting to learn about the humans? She is glaring at her. Aonung is teasing you about being a demon? You bet she will be glaring at him. You minght need to talk to her about it. Tell her she should calm down. During that talk she may or may not let it slip out that she loves you.

»You dont get it. They wont treat you like this not even Tsireya. Even if she is nice to you. Your mine and she will not have you«

Take it or leave it i think her confessin would slip out one way or another. It would not be planed , no the words would just excape her.And when they do not even Eywa can help you.

She would be next to you 24/7. Touching you at all times. And if you have anything to say about it she will make you want her.

»But y/n i love you so much. Please just let me hold your hand.«

She is soft and nice but if she has to she will call her ikran to eat someone up.

You cant stay in the water for long so when ever you do go in she would make it fun for you. Fish would be swimming around you in seconds you enter the water. She wants you to be happy , to have a goot time with her.

But as much as she likes being in the water with you her favorite place is probably somewhere in the forest , laying in the grass just holding you in her arms. The forest will always be her favorite place( after you ofc). Sometimes you two would just lay there saying nothing as her face is buried inside your neck.

But now you might be asking how would she kiss me if you have a mask on? Well dont worry about that. She is Eywa herself that is no problem for her. At first she would kiss your mask where your cheeks or lips are but in some time she would need to feel her lips against yours. And so she did it. 5 seconds. Thats all you two get before you have to put your mask back on. 5 seconds of her lips on yours. But it was not enough for her so she found another way. Eather her finding a place where humans can actualy breath or doing her »magic« on you to make you able to breath. And when that would happen oh you poor thing.

You two probably havent had any other intimacy other then her lips on yours but now youll have to get used to more. She waited long enough for this and you will give it to her.

She wants to feel you and tast you so why would you even think of stoping her. She would start of as calm and slow but would end up being a mess. Male of female she would love to tease you. Before and after you two would have your time alone. I think she would be the top but if you want she would gladly switch. She is not a fan of people hearing you two. If they hear her sure why not but you? No your moans are only for her to hear.

All in all she would be by your side at all times after all your hers and hers only.

[bukguhope]

in which badboy! jeon jungkook desperately needs everyone to think he has a girlfriend and out of all the girls on campus that he could’ve chosen to fake date- he chose you, the girl who hates him the most.

fake dating, badboy! jungkook, swearing, mentions of blood/fighting, hate(mainly oc) to love, eventual light smut, little pining

taglist: @familiarlikemymirror3 @sleeping-bunny-sensei @ellesalazar @thisartemisnevermisses

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You’re surprised as he holds you against him, lips on yours but you don’t fail to return the kiss. He lowers your feet back to put keeps his lips moving against yours, his right hand moves to cup your face and you jump at how cold it is and despite the tension you start chuckling in his mouth. Jungkook pulls back to give you a look, which makes you laugh more.

“you’re ruining my moment” He grumbles which only makes the situation funnier for you, making him huff but you notice and grin on his lips. “what’s with you jumping me so suddenly?” This makes your giggling and hear rise up your neck “don’t get me wrong i enjoyed it but this goes past your fake girlfriend duties” He raises an eyebrow at you and you roll your eyes before sitting on the edge of your bed, but appreciating your own words being used against you.

“this is weird territory for me, i didn’t even like you not that long ago” He scoffs and you shake your head “no i didn’t mean it that way, well- ok i guess i meant it that way but you almost had me kicked out!”

“not on purpose! how long will that be held against me?” You want to laugh at his pouting, this is the first time you’ve really discussed the incident and you can tell he feels guilty

“i know you didn’t, i was just holding it against you because you showed up all the damn time to annoy the shit out of me” Jungkook crosses his arms as he looks down at you on the bed

“why did you think i showed up around you all the time?” You look up at him, raised eyebrow while his jacket tightened around his biceps as his arms remained crossed.

“to be irritating?” He purses his lips before grabbing your desk chair, wheeling it in front of you and sitting down with the back of the chair facing you.

“ok iam going to expose myself and iam only saying it once so listen up” You narrow your eyes and lean back with your hands behind you, waiting for him to speak but suddenly his eyes trail down you slowly before flicking back up. He’d taking in what you’re wearing for the first time since he walked in, a long t shirt and gym shorts underneath. “right, you need to sit back up for me to continue” He clears his throat and you chuckle before crossing on leg over the other, making your shirt ride up slightly. Jungkook’s eyes flick back down, his gaze lingers on your legs before he blinks rapidly and pulls his eyes back to yours

“you were saying?” You did sit back up now, leaning forward and resting your arms on the back of the chair he was sitting on. Jungkook’s breathing picks up as your face is incredibly close to his own.

“i can’t think when you’re this close” His voice was low and it made your heart race, your cockiness faulted as he looked down at you. Slowly, you take your arms off the chair and sit back straight up. “i’ve liked you for a while y/n, and it’s been driving me crazy. i showed up around you all the time for the simple reason that i wanted to spend time with you”

“how long?” You ask, voice quiet as you stare at each other

“ever since i pulled you into that argument” You gasp while he remains straight faced

“jungkook that was a year ago!” He shrugs

“yeah it was and you still hated me for it, even though it was a year ago. although iam sorry, i didn’t mean for it to happen” Jungkook wasn’t necessarily wrong, you did dislike him for it and at this point you started to regret it. You started to feel guilty, he liked you this entire time and not only did you not notice- you were not so nice to him in process. And now, he was here apologising while confessing. You were moving before you even thought about it, leaning forward and planting one noisy kiss onto his lips before sitting back. He seemed shocked, eyes wide and lips slightly parted.

“you really liked me all this time?” Jungkook nods, looking ridiculously cute as he does so for someone of his reputation. “how did you not get sick of me being rude to you?” He surprises you by chuckling, it was a genuine question.

“i enjoyed it, no one else was taking to me like you were” You grew embarrassed, this whole time you never really took into account just how scared most people on campus were of Jungkook.

“well, you were annoying” You mumble and he leans his head back and lets out a laugh and you think it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him laugh wholeheartedly like this. It was beautiful. “you have the most amazing laugh” He stopped as he lowered his head to look back at you. It just came out, your mouth spoke your thoughts before you could catch yourself.

“no ones, ever said that” Jungkook’s gaze was soft as he looked at you, he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. He dreamed of this moment, of him confessing and you liking him back and it was finally happening. You sat there, complimenting him and it made his heart tighten. Jungkook leans forward to try and plant a kiss but you both jump back when your door flies open and Taehyung falls in with Jimin landing on top of him. They look up at the pair of you looking down at them and they scramble back to their feet.

“really?” You raise an eyebrow at Taehyung as he points his finger at Jimin, wordlessly blaming him. Silently they shuffle out the room, bumps shoulders as they try and rush out the door. Jimin fumbles with the door before slamming it shut. “idiots” You grumble making Jungkook laugh as he stands from the chair

“date, tomorrow night” He says, or demands, as he reaches down and grabs you by the arms to lift you to your feet

“ok bossy” He smiles down at you, cupping your face in both his hands

“you know nothing of just how bossy i can get, yet” You smile, about to laugh but he lowers his head and plants his lips on yours. It was soft and gentle and you almost let out a sigh as he kisses you.

Jungkook normally always kept himself in check. He had nerves of steel and normally paired it with a stoic, straight face no matter where or who he was with. But as he sat on your bed, after arriving embarrassingly earlier to pick you up for your date, his right leg bounced as he stared at your bathroom door. You were surprised when you caught him pacing in front of you dorm, he didn’t knock but you could hear his boots stomping along the hardwood floor. What made it worse, he was sure he was blushing when you swung open the door- flustered he was already there. Now, he sat in his dreams girls room while she finished getting ready behind the closed bathroom door. To say he was nervous would be an understatement, he’s followed you around for that past year annoying you do he’d never thought you’d actually agree to go out with him. The bathroom door clicked and his racing mind stopped as you stepped out and - his heart fluttered. You paid him no mind as you were putting some dangly sliver earrings on but a breath got knocked out of him as his eyes looked you up and down. You had on a pretty white sundress to your mid thigh, a sliver flower necklace with matching silver rings.

“sorry i took so long” There was a moment silence where Jungkook should’ve answered but he was still taking you in and words failed to leave his lips but once you looked at him, confused he cleared his throat to actually answer.

“no worries, i was- well i was here early” A smile made its way to your lips and his heart fluttered once more

“so, where what do you want to do? You’re dressed really nicely, so i assume a nice restaurant?” Oh god, he could feel heat rushing to his cheeks at the passing compliment. You only said he looked nice and his face was turning red.

“uh, yeah there’s an Italian restaurant just off campus so i thought there… but if you don’t like Italian there’s other places! A diner not too far from here is pretty good and”

“Jungkook” You cut him off “Italian is fine” He nods while you chuckle slightly and move to your shoes to pick a pair out “i’ve never seen you ramble so much, you nervous?” His teeth meets his lower lip before he replies

“no” You laugh at this as you choose a pair of simple white slip on heels and slip them on.

“it’s fine iam too” His eyes widen slightly before he stands, you’re a little closer to his face then normal due to the heels, but he was still taller.

“you are?”

“sure, i mean we’ve spent a year bickering and now we’re going on a date while being in an actual fake relationship? i think it’s ok to have some nerves, this is a weird situation” He lets out a laugh as you grab a bag and gathering your things

“i never bickered with you, that was all you” You raise an eyebrow at him as you take your phone off charge and slip it into your small bag

“that’s what you take out of that? not the fake dating show we’ve been putting on?” He gives you a smile as you walk over to him

“well, play your cards right and maybe it won’t be a fake anymore” Your head falls back as you laugh, even if the thought of actually being with him made your heart beat quicken

“so cocky, knew there was a reason i spent a year hating you” His chest rumbled as he chuckled but he became suddenly still as you rest your hands on his shoulders, the feeling electrifying him “shall we get going?” Your touch was innocent, but as you slid your hands down his arms before grabbing his wrists he couldn’t hold back. His head dipped, surprising you with a kiss. It was gentle and soft, completely the opposite of the first kiss but you happily enjoy it before leaning back. You slip a hand into his before giving a small smile “what a weird turn of events” You mumble, reflecting on the weird situation you were in at this point of your life. Fake dating the man you’ve hated for a year, now going on a real date with him? Well, couldn’t get stranger then that.

“not weird for me more like, a dream come true” Your stomach fluttered with a wave of emotion, not something you weren’t quite used to around him yet.

“how corny Jeon, let’s get to dinner before you say something else and that meal comes back up” Jungkook laughs as you move around him and opne your dorm door, hand still in his. He follows you and waits as you lock the door, not removing his hand from yours as you struggle with one hand. You manage it though, slip the key back into your back and gesture for him to lead the way.

“how’s suspension going?” Your heels click on the floor as he leads you out of the dorms, hand leaving yours to plant itself on your lower back as he opens the building doors for you.

“it’s shit, i can train with them but iam still benched until after the weekend.” He places his hand back into yours as the pair of you walk through the campus, heading towards the exit

“what’s happening with the guy that started it?” It still annoyed you thinking about it, he was purposely trying to get a reaction and the fucker got it

“nothing” He shrugs, you gasp. How could they let him get away with such dirty tactics?

“what the fuck? that’s absolutely ridiculous he was doing all of that on purpose! what kind of coach allows that kind of behaviour? how did- what?” Jungkook was smiling at you and it cut you off from your rant

“you being defensive is such a turn on” You narrow your eyes at him, not believing he wasn’t taking this as seriously as you were. Your mouth opens to tell him off but a large crowd gathered by the exit of the campus pulls your attention, they’re stood around murmuring making your curiosity spike

“wonder what’s going on?” You murmur but Jungkook doesn’t seem fazed, not even a slight interest in what’s happening appearing on his face. Then, you see it. Your heart rate picks up as you trail your eyes over the posters and stop walking. “Jungkook…”

“i see them” He gets out through gritted teeth and like they can feel it, the crowd turn and split apart as they stare at the pair of you. It gives you a better view of the posters all over the large map of the campus, your eyes frantically look them over

JUNGKOOKS RELATIONSHIP IS FAKE

And below that lovely headline? A picture of the rules Jungkook had written, with your signatures at the bottom.

[senjuushi]

Valentine's Day 2023 Lines — Moderns

Marks

Friend Chocolate: Master! Are you giving me chocolate!? Thank you!! I’m so hap... friend? But, I’m Master’s partner, right? Friend...?

Dear Chocolate: Master... f-for me...? This is...! ...! Shit, I’m so happy... ...thank you...! I’ll treasure it forever!! 

Like Two

Friend Chocolate: Chocolate? Ah, it is that day, isn’t it? Thanks. ...however, you’d better take responsibility for giving me this calorie bomb and come train with me to burn it off. 

Dear Chocolate: Ahh, you really are still a student, huh... With all of this fighting, I kinda forgot. Well, guess I’ll play your cool senior, this time. 

Springfield

Friend Chocolate: Thank you so much, Master. Um... Charleville-niisan and I made this as well. If it’s alright... would you take it?

Dear Chocolate: Th-Thank you... Even for someone like— no, you made this for me, didn’t you? Hehe, it’s delicious. Sweet and happy! 

Gras

Friend Chocolate: I’m so happy to be receiving chocolate from you, I could grow wings and ascend to heaven.♡ Or something like that, at least. Thank you. 

Dear Chocolate: Huh? Dear Chocolate, for me? Is this a joke? From you, who refuses my advances at every turn... um... you’re serious? No way...

Herme

Friend Chocolate: Oh, you’re giving this to me? Chocolate, hm? ...thank you. I’ll have to put it in the refrigerator, so it doesn’t melt.

Dear Chocolate: Thank you. To show my thanks, I invite you to Germany. Shall I go ahead and submit your application to the German branch? We’ll welcome you there... heheh.

Siegblut

Friend Chocolate: Chocolate? ...friend chocolate? ...friends... N-Nevermind, it’s nothing. You make sweets too? Next time, let’s make something together, ‘kay? 

Dear Chocolate: There’s seriously something wrong with your taste, you know that? Even though I call you consumable goods... You’d better prepare yourself for me to return the favor, got it!?

Arisaka

Friend Chocolate: Chocolate is always delicious, but it seems to be sweeter and better-tasting when it comes from Master. Master is... amazing. 

Dear Chocolate: Chocolate... Arisaka is happy. Whether it’s solid or melted, in cake or in ice cream, Arisaka thinks chocolate is delicious. 

Murata

Friend Chocolate: In the Self-Defense force, Valentine’s Day isn’t too popular. As expected, the military academy is filled with the kind of young, trendy people who would enjoy it. 

Dear Chocolate: What delicious-looking chocolate. How delightful.♪ Now, how should I show my thanks? Would you like a hug? A kiss? Or perhaps I should pat your head. 

Hachikyu

Friend Chocolate: Oh, leftovers, huh? I’ll take ‘em. Sorry, but I’m in the middle of a boss battle, so just set ‘em over there. 

Dear Chocolate: This is the same as what you gave to everybody else, right? Huh? That’s wrong...? Ah, you made ‘em special for everyone. Huh? Even me? E-Ehh...

Belga

Friend Chocolate: I fuckin’ hate cavities! And if I eat a buncha chocolate, I’ll get ‘em, right? If you’re gonna give me chocolate, then would’ya brush my teeth too? 

Dear Chocolate: Valentine’s Day is for confessin’ to the guy ya like, right? Does that mean you like me? ...I don’t hate you, either! 

Fal

Friend Chocolate: Ah, is that chocolate? It would be inconvenient if you had any leftovers, so I’ll take it. It was intended for me, to begin with? Haa... you really are an unusual one. 

Dear Chocolate: If you try to strike the air, will you hit anything? Giving me chocolates is just the same. Still, I’ll accept it for its nutritional value. 

Mikhael

Friend Chocolate: Oh, chocolate. ...mm, I prefer something slightly more bitter, so please bring me such instead. 

Dear Chocolate: Thank you. I was just wanting to eat something sweet. I don’t want to dirty the keys, so let me eat from your hand.

[luvwich]

wip whenever

tagged by @merge-conflict @wistereia @ghostoffuturespast recently for a WIP whenevs~

i've been noodlin on a new fic (a sequel!) it'll be a while before i start posting it on ao3 as i'm still zeroing in on the broader plot, but for now i'm dicking around writing scenes like this one~

The candelabra's dancing flames hurled their light against the wall of the cramped booth. The penitent raised his head to regard his own shadow and, beyond it, the unseen face of salvation's ambassador.

“Forgive me, Father, for I’ve sinned.” Memories marched up the back of his neck, peeking ‘round dark neural corners, as he took to the confessional’s claustrophobic embrace. “Now, I dunno how you Valentinos do this confessin’ shit, but it was pretty laid-back at the church I used to go to in Watson.”

The priest, so far as he could tell through the screen, could have been any old Watson priest. “Proceed with your confession in the ways you’ve been taught, my son,” the man said.

“Well see, Father, it’s been…” Calendar pages fluttered through his mind; a counter spun its faces around digits zero through nine, sped up, faltered, and crashed. “…five thousand days or somethin’ since my last confession. You got a clear schedule this evening?”

“The Lord receives one of His flock who’s been astray for years with no less love and mercy than the others. For you, yes, I have time.”

“Okay, let’s just kick it off then, I guess. I’ve killed a few dozen people.” More fuzzy arithmetic floated behind his eyes in the cedar-scented darkness. “Maybe more’n a few dozen. Most of ‘em had it coming, though.”

The priest’s robes rustled from the other side of the grille. “That is for the Lord to judge only, my child.”

“Fine, fine, let him have it, let him have it. So, let’s see. I’ve drank to excess. And I’ve been bangin’ chicks left and right, if that’s still something God cares about. Haven’t really been keepin’ up to date on the rules.”

“God’s rules do not change with the times. They are the one thing that does not change. Please continue.”

The penitent drew a breath. It brought to him wafts of incense, resinous and heady, which attempted to mask aromas of less divine provenance: petrol, iron, sweet rotting garbage from the adjoining alley. He closed his eyes and traversed that dust-packed road of memory, seeking the ledger of his sins, his larks; all those moments of terrific damnation on which he’d built his name.

“Okay,” he said, “So. Since my last confession, I fingerbanged Mariah Sawyer under the bleachers. And I sucked face with Richie Greenwood — it was for a dare, but, uh, I also liked it. Does God still care about the homo stuff, too? Should I start another list just for that?”

The breaths and rustles from the other chamber of the booth were beginning to lose their patient cadence, and he thought he could make out the priest rubbing his forehead in silhouette. The answer came through lightly gritted teeth: “No, we can just fold the ‘homo stuff’ in all with the rest of it."

“Sure. Deal. Uh, I railed Kai Prestonson, and then I cheated on her with her older sister. That was a fun summer. Now, I’m gonna have some trouble rememberin' names after this point, so — yeah, let’s just round it up to like a hundred of this kinda thing.” He paused. “Do blowjobs count?”

“Yes. They are sodomy, in fact.”

He whistled. “Shit. Gonna be saying Hail Marys til my fuckin’ hair goes grey, then. Okay, add a couple hundred sodomies to my tab.”

“Alright. Continue.”

“And then I was railin’ Christine Markov for a while. So let’s say that’s another hundred or so railings and.. well, not as much sodomy as I’d prefer, if I’m bein’ honest. Never cheated on her, but she thought I did. And lately I’ve been doing absolute shitloads of premarital railin' with Vania Perez.” He paused, listening carefully for any reaction. “Been gettin’ a little sodomy in with her, too,” he added.

A holy silence emanated from the fragrant wood of the screen that divided the mercenary from the man of God. The priest’s voice was measured when he spoke again.

“You have sinned, it is true. Yet the mercy of our Lord is a jealous flame which cannot be extinguished. If your heart is repentant in the face of all you have done, He will welcome you in His heavenly house in the next life.”

“Killer. Thanks.”

“I'm not finished,” the priest grumbled.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Say three 'Our Fathers', three 'Hail Marys', and three 'Glory Bes.' Pray on this, reflect on the grace that's been given to you today, and carry your repentance forward into noble deeds.”

“Nova. Sure. That first part I can do.”

“Is there anything else on which you seek my counsel?”

Outside the booth, an altar boy whose face consisted of more chrome and ink than bare flesh began pacing fitfully.

“So,” the confessor ventured, “that last sin I mentioned. Vania Perez. Do you know her?”

The priestly silence prickled. “My child, I have given the sacrament here in Heywood for many years. I have heard confessions from a dozen Vanias Perez. Can you be more specific?”

“She’s about five foot one, smokin’ hot, curly hair.”

The priest sighed. “That narrows it down to five or six, my son.”

“Okay, well, she’s also got jade green Kiroshis, a hoity-toity accent, and a cuerpazo that could make a deacon slam his head through a fuckin’ stained glass portrait of the Santa Maria.”

The altar boy’s pacing continued.

“Ring any bells?”

Fifteen seconds and as many shuffles of spit-shined shoes trudged on before the priest answered: “Ah. Yes. That Vania Perez.”

[kikidoesfanfic]

WIP Folder Game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by my beloved @iwishtocountthestars

Oh boy here we go, I'm just gonna dump the most recent 25 for Stranger things because there's SO MANY across so many fandoms oh my god. Also I left my typos in because half the time I start the doc when I'm half asleep and wanna get the idea down in dot points and then just... don't change it lol

Steve confessin...s take it back

(Redacted because Big Bang)

'Not like that, Stevie'

Rockstar Eddie and non famous Steve

Steve gets a date, it goes poorly

Ronance breaks up stobin

(Redacted for other big bang)

We like steve but we don't love steve

House angst

Noodling some accidental confession

Romantic steve

Fun fact

Valentines 1

Valentines?

Nerd Jock Solidarity

Valentines the valentinesing

Stobin steddie conflicts

Somwthing something eddie is Wayne's boy

Steve is scarred

Unexpected ally ted

Zombie apocalypse au

Not che asting fic

Eddie nancy interact

Beoken mug

Steve and eddie don't want to swin at lovers lake

Tags for people who wanna :3 also @hbyrde36 @momotonescreaming @hairstevington @hornedqueenofhell literally as soon as I have to tag people I go no thoughts head empty immediately so please consider yourself tagged if you see this!

[godkilller]

“ if it’s a sore subject tell me to fuck off but, uh, you and rangiku… how’d you guys become a thing? “

❝ We met when we were kids, for starters. Stuck together 'n survived in the Rukongai -- eventually went and joined th' Academy, too. There was definitely crushin' on both sides in our earlier years, but we didn't really see it as that till we hit th' equivalent of our teens. I'd been promoted to lieutenant 'round the time things started gettin' serious. Guess y'could say she liked a badge 'n uniform on me a lot, 'nough to decide that outta all the guys practically throwin' themselves at her feet -- she wanted me. We kept things relatively hush-hush, professionalism 'n all not to mention I didn't want cap'n A... him to kill her. I think I've always loved her, even when I was younger... I jus' didn't have the word for it yet. Why, are ya thinkin' of confessin' your feelings to somebody special~? Take it from me, kid; don't hold it in. ❞

[blackberry-l]

Who do you see confessin first b/w buddie?

In my opinion, Buck fell in love pretty soon but also resigned himself to it not happening a long time ago (bc they were getting close in the beginning-- and then Shannon came back. And then they were both single-- and Eddie started dating Ana. Eddie told him about the will-- and then kept dating Ana. So he just stopped hoping and tried to move on), so if anything is going to happen, it's gotta be Eddie snapping and confessing (bc he thinks he's out of time? Another nde? Jealousy? He's finally ready?) 🤷

Thanks for the ask!

[mortalisla]

Once More With Feeling

Characters: @amicocasio & @mortalisla Song: There's Nothing Holding Me Back, Shawn Mendes with lyrics changed (x) Note: These aren't starters, but muses are welcomed to reply to sing back

This night was something special. Unbothered by prejudice or fear, the young human had never known such fun and comfort. Her side hurt from all the laughter, her cheeks were sore from smiling. And Isla couldn't help but think that she hadn't found conversation or enjoyment so easy until the demon at her side. This part of her, this part that was so happy, fought with another part of her that she knew was there and that she hadn't had much access to until the moment that the music started.

"I wanna follow where he goes," Isla starts to sing, watching Amico as he cheers at the animal show. "I think about him and he knows it. I wanna let him in some more. 'Cause every time that he gets close, yeah... He pulls me in enough to keep me guessing... Hmm, and maybe I should stop and start confessing... Confessing, yeah." Isla takes the demon's hand abruptly and pulls him away from the crowd. Amico is clearly shocked at first until she smirks. They're dancing together as she sings. Others start dancing around them.

"Oh, I've been shaking, I love it when you go crazy. You take all my inhibitions. Oh, yeah there's nothing holdin' me back... You take me places that would tear up my reputation. Manipulate my decisions. Oh, yeah there's nothing holdin' me back."

"There's nothing holdin' me back," Isla sings excitedly as they dance. She hadn't ever moved like this, hadn't felt so carefree since she was a child. "There's nothing holdin' me back."

"He says that she's never afraid," she sings, mischievously halting their dance as she pulls Amico towards her. They're both moving through a tunnel of dancers. "Just picture everybody naked. He really doesn't like to wait... Not really into hesitation. Pulls me in enough to keep me guessin', whoa-oh... And maybe I should stop and start confessin'. Confessin', yeah."

And they start to dance together again, the rest of the dancers surrounding them in a circle. "Oh, I've been shaking, I love it when you go crazy. You take all my inhibitions. Oh, yeah there's nothing holdin' me back. You take me places that would tear up my reputation. Manipulate my decisions. Oh, yeah there's nothing holdin' me back... There's nothing holdin' me back."

Their dance slows.

"'Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far... I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright. If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark... I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright."

The dancers started to harmonize with her. "'Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far... I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright. If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark. I know we'd be alright, we would be alright." Everyone else started singing as the two danced a bit more, laughing and spinning.

"I feel so free when you're with me," Isla sung in the midst of it all. "Demon, there's nothing holding me back."

[duckletranslations]

Ariadne Ch 11 - Answers to Illusions 4

Season: Fall

Rinne:Now now, let’s pick up the pace a lil more, Merumeru! Keep lagging behind like that and we’re gonna get caught n’ done in?

HiMERU:—Indeed.

Niki:Wait, Rinne-kun…! That’s absurd!

HiMERU-kun’s got me on his shoulder. If you’re gonna say that, how about you and your lightweight body try looking after me?

Rinne:Talking nonsense isn’t gonna make the cows wait for you. They have no way of understandin’ the situations of humans and all.

What we can do is: before those guys catch up to us, get to the Golden Treasure chest.

Otherwise I’d be real sorry to Kohakyun, who threw his body away to the cows.

Niki:But still, you’re being too unruly. Your hands are empty, so if you’re gonna complain, how about helping out HiMERU-kun?

Rinne:‘Scuse me? What’s so bad about being unruly? When has Crazy:B ever been about sacrificing the self?

D’ya get it, Niki? The reason Merumeru’s helpin’ ya is that’s what he wants.

Lendin’ a shoulder to the healthy Niki that works soooo hard even when he’s hungry—wouldn’t I be the criminal to snatch the honor of such an esteemed role from him?

Or what? You want me, not Merumeru, to be takin’ care of ya?

Confessin’ to me at a time like this, ya caught by the “suspension bridge effect”? ♪[1]

Niki:You….! I was being genuine!

HiMERU:Shiina. Do not take Amagi’s words seriously.

HiMERU still has stamina left, and Amagi also has his own role to play. It was simply a strategic decision.

Niki:Wh, what are you talking about…..? Strategy?

HiMERU:The rules state that touching a cow results in elimination. This would be a harmful penalty for HiMERU and Shiina, who still have their Golden Treasure Chests left.

Each person must challenge their own mission to get the Golden Treasure Chest’s prize. In other words, if Shiina is taken out, the mission is an automatic fail.

Conversely, Oukawa and Amagi, whose challenges have finished, do not incur any losses if they are penalized.

So in this situation, it is better for Amagi to be able to move freely. Because if necessary, Amagi could act as a shield for HiMERU.

Niki:Our…. shield…

Rinne:It’s really not that grand. It’s just about giving priority to women, elderly, and children at any given moment.

Specifically, Niki who’s starving, and Merumeru who wants to get back “Ariadne’s Thread”.

In this Minotaur’s Labyrinth, you guys still have things that you’ll do your damndest to get your hands on.

Even if other people’d hear it an’ think “how silly,” or even if it has no worth or use in society—

To cherish such trivial things, that’s Crazy:B. Don’t say ya forgot all about that?

….Uh. The sound of footsteps is gettin’ closer. Did Kohaku-chan get taken out?

Now it’s my turn to send ya guys off. Hang in there, HiMERU, Niki.

Dudududududu!

Rinne:….Run!

HiMERU:—Let us go. Shiina, are you able to walk?

Niki:Of course. I can run too, on my own feet.

If it’s to save the beef tongue I’ve craved, I can go the extra mile!

HiMERU:Please take care of the rest, Amagi…..!

Surely, HiMERU will save the Golden Treasure Chest that sleeps in this labyrinth!

Rinne:Indeed. In this savage variety show shoot, no way we can leave empty-handed. You guys are our last hope.

…Nice. There’s no camera in this spot.

It’s sure been a while, but I gotta use the Amaterasu Okami art. It doesn’t fit the Crazy:B image, so I didn’t want to use it, but.

Don’t worry, dear cows, I’m just gonna put’cha to sleep by piercin’ a secret pressure point.

“Do not recklessly hurt livestock” —if I’m gonna fight with martial arts techniques I learned in my hometown, I oughtta follow the teachings I learned in my hometown.

How’s….this!

Ibara:Hm, I can’t look past this. Just now, the sensor on the cow went off, you touched the cow from the blind spot of the camera, didn’t you?

It’s a pity, but Rinne Amagi has fallen prey to the Minotaur and was eliminated!

Rinne:Come on. I’ve been tryin’ to avoid the surveillance, guess it’s really that unforgiving. Haven’tcha ever heard about “privacy infringement?”

But the game isn’t over yet. Don’t give up and fight until the end, HiMERU.

It’s ok. The story of “Ariadne’s Thread,” the guide through “Minotaur’s Labyrinth”: wasn’t it originally about that kind of perseverance?

For those unfamiliar, suspension bridge effect, a fun nickname for this psychological phenomenon. Basically, being in a life-threatening or thrilling situation makes one more likely to fall in love.

[monkifuraibo]

Having been so focused on trying to say what he'd come to Renji to say, Shuuhei only becomes fully aware that they've arrived at their lunch spot after he's gotten to the crux of the matter. At which point he quickly sits down even as Renji gapes at him, the proverbial bomb having dropped and exploded.

"Everything?" he echoes, both to stall and to point out the obvious that he's certain his friend won't actually want to know everything about this shocking development. As he turns over descriptions of the key turning points in his mind, he realizes that, if said out loud, the whole thing will probably sound like a disaster. But, all things considered, Renji has probably heard worse accounts from him in the past, right?

At that moment, Renji's comment about Shuuhei's relationship preferences can only make him chuckle wryly. "Well… I wasn't, before this, so you're not wrong." Then, he tries to find a place to start.

"I was in a bad way, after…" Tousen's death. "I… it was pretty stupid and reckless of me, but I more or less threw myself at Muguruma-taichou to see what would happen." He shrugs. "Things happened. It wasn't an exclusive relationship at first, but then he asked to make it one. We both took our damn time to sort out our own feelings beyond just the physical side, let alone admit those feelings to each other, but… here we are."

When the round of drink arrives, Shuuhei gratefully takes a sip of his. They don't call it liquid courage for nothing. "I'm simultaneously jubilant and terrified."

--- He turns it over in his mind a couple of times. Muguruma and Shuuhei, Shuuhei and Muguruma.. It is, as far as Renji can judge, not a terrible fit, but his knowledge of the ninth division's captain is, admittedly, rather limited. Still, as with any captain-lieutenant relationship { and he should know, shouldn't he? } there was a power imbalance there, and, for some reason, he had a feeling Muguruma was the kind to use it. He hopes he is wrong in that, because he does know Shuuhei, and Shuuhei is... Soft-hearted, in a way. He'll do anything to please, and has trouble standing up for himself, so a strong personality like Muguruma could easily waltz all over him..

He laughs as Shuuhei sounds so incredibly incredulous about his request. "Well, not everything everything! Just, yanno.. The whole 'how'd it happen' thing!" He listens intently when Shuuhei recounts it, though he has a feeling he leaves quite some space inbetween. Renji is baffled by how similar their situations have been. And still are, it dawns on him. A relaxed smile curves his lips. "Heh, I really can't imagine Muguruma-taichou confessin' feelings, 'm happy for ya." It really is nice.. To see Shuuhei.. A little more settled. His confession that he was 'in a bad way' after Tousen-taichou was nothing short of an understatement, after all.

He watches Shuuhei make grateful use of the drink in front of him, and follows suit, though he is decidedly more at ease. Then, he lays out his findings. "'s nice ta talk 'bout this with someone else. We're in th'same boat yanno. Both datin' nobles while we're.. Well.. Very much not. An' both trynna balance work and private 'cause they're our captains!" Their captains may even have somewhat similar personalities. Muguruma always seemed similarly stoic to Renji, even if he might also be just a bit more inflammable.

He snickers at Shuuhei's last words, "Jubilant.. ya've always had such a way with words, Shuuhei.." He's got a leg up with the nobility there, he supposes, compared to Renji.

"So.. What's his family think?" Because the Kuchikis.. Well, they had accepted him { through Byakuya's pure force of will }, but they did not respect him, and they certainly did not think he and Byakuya would last, viewing him much more as simple another rebellious whim of Byakuya's that will pass sooner rather than later. He wondered if it was the same with the Muguruma family.

[dudefrommywesterns]

so here goes:

S: my heart cries for you, rio bravo, tonda wanda hoy, sweetheart, innamorata, that’s amore, almost like being in love, honey, mambo italiano, king of the road, you look so familiar, wallpaper roses, all i do is dream of you, i don’t think you love me anymore, mean to me, siesta fiesta, (remember me) i’m the one who loves you, s’posin’, my woman, my woman, my wife; solitaire, my rifle, my pony, and me (with ricky nelson or bust!); party dolls and wine, hey brother, pour the wine; peddler man (ten i loved), volare, come back to sorrento, promise her anything, from lover to loser, the one i love (belongs to somebody else), ain’t that a kick in the head, good mornin’ life, the middle of the night is my cryin’ time, my first country song, everybody’s had the blues, sway, i’m so lonesome i could cry, here comes my baby, free to carry on, for the good times, send me the pillow you dream on, welcome to my world, little ole wine drinker, me; let it snow, i take a lot of pride in what i am, tik-a-tee, tik-a-tay; (ma come) bella bimba, red roses for a blue lady, born to lose, on an evening in roma, i will, all in a night’s work, old bones, she’s a little bit of country, every minute, every hour; april again, imagination, bumming around, the man who plays the mandolino, i’d cry like a baby, fools rush in, marry me, the right kind of woman, cha cha d’amour, nobody’s baby again, face in a crowd, when you pretend (movie version), gentle on my mind, raining in my heart, just the other side of nowhere, with the small exception of me, guess who, blue memories, things, one lonely boy, heaven can wait

A: sitting on top of the world, it’s a good day, ramblin’ rose, hey, good lookin’; in the misty moonlight, drinkin’ champagne, which way did my heart go, take these chains from my heart, i don’t know what i’m doing, i’ll buy that dream, my melancholy baby, it keeps right on a-hurting, by the time i get to phoenix, senza fine, non dimenticar, vieni su, when you’re smiling, the door is still open to my heart, make the world go away, just close your eyes, i’m confessin’ (that i love you), i’ve grown accustomed to her face, arrivederci roma, clinging vine, a place in the shade, i can’t help remembering you, i’m gonna steal you away, you’re breaking my heart

B: the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along; go go go, memories are made of this, my sugar’s gone, once in a while

C: standing on a corner (creepy. good song otherwise)

D:

E:

F: