#confession 199

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#199

"I love the moments where Boimler and Ransom accidentally blurt out their attraction to Mariner in front of her mom, calling her hot and nasty and saying they got a hard-on for her. Cracks me up every time."

[selfship-vent-confessions]

Same boat as last anon high five bro authridghd

So i saw a cute character who wears the same fashion as me, didnt know. anything. about the source but i went fuck it and made them into a platonic f/o

well turns out that character made a creepy comment about a fucking minor.

im just. her concept and design is so good i just wish she was made by ANYONE ELSE rather than those creeps, the whole game is just... very catered.

-

[rededgecitycouncil]

I wanna see Killian shirtless more - Anon @thekillianquinn

[jttwconfessions]

I just wanna see Macaque's art style in s5 thats all I want pls

[completeoveranalysis]

[6]

Brutal when Lava Lamp realises that the reason his dad taught him to take care of himself was because he already knew that this would happen - that Lava Lamp would go on a "brief trip" and be caught in a tragedy spiral and never see them again. So he taught him as much magic and cooking as he possibly could before he turned seven. 

On the other hand I like the detail that the Syaoran is a better cook than the Sakura, but it doesn’t actually narrow down the identity of the couple does it? It seems to be pretty true in every incarnation :c 

Ohoho so this part of the conversation is ALSO an echo. Sakura goes to confess her feelings and Touya rings that bell to interrupt the moment from across the city. 

The fact that it’s on the verge of being Seven Years since Lava Lamp arrived here is also nice from a number symbolism perspective (even if I blatantly ignore the fact that this makes them THIRTEEN here). 

(But then I’ve ignored that from the start so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ fight me)

[tmf-confessions]

confessions 100-199

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confessions 110-119

confessions 120-129

confessions 130-139

confessions 140-149

confessions 150-159

confessions 160-169

confessions 170-179

confessions 180-189

confessions 190-199

[haerinari]

Love Letter - Anton

pairing: classmate!anton x fem!reader.

summary: a boy who confess his love for you with a love letter.

genre: fluff.

LOVE 199 Series: wonbin, sungchan, eunseok, anton, shotaro, sohee, seunghan.

want to keep reading? click here ⬇️

"okey class..." miss kang, your music teacher, said. "i want you to work on a project that's due on friday, you will have this two days to make it and then show it to the class. ya'll have to make a song and, the work is in pairs, so c'mon"

what a great day for your bestfriend, haerin, not come to class. who will you work with now? ugh, how you hate to work with other people.

"hey, y/n?" a soft voice that you knew perfectly, said behind you.

never mind, you love to work with other people.

"oh, hi anton!" you replied with the biggest smile ever, turning around on your chair to face him.

anton was the cutest boy from your class, he had beautiful brown eyes and a smile that made worthy going to class everyday. you had a crush on him since the year started, his sweet and shy personality caught your heart immediately, he was kind to everyone and the best of the music class.

"uhm... i saw that haerin didn't come today and that you didn't have a pair to do the work, so i was wondering if maybe, you know, wanna work with me?" anton said passing his hand over his neck, looking down his feet. how could you deny this amazing proposal?

"of course!" you replied almost jumping from your chair. god y/n, don't make so obvious that you like him. "i mean, yes, i'll really like that anton." you smiled softly.

"great! so i'll send you a text with my address, is it okay if we go to my house? i think we can use my cello, so..."

"yeah yeah, sure. i'll be there"

haerin was going to die when you tell her.

after spending a really long time deciding what you were going to wear to go to anton's house, you decided that a long sleeve gray shirt and a pair of jeans would be completely fine.

when you arrived to his home, he greet you with a soft smile and comfy clothes. when you thought he couldn't look prettier, oh you were completely wrong. anton took you to his room, opening the door and letting you sit in the corner of his bed. the room was actually very comfortable, it had a very soft bed, and a desk that was full of music sheets, a computer and other type of stuff. his cello was on the corner of his room, you had never seen anton playing before, of course that you imagined that he was as good as he was on everything else.

"i was thinking that maybe we could make a short song, i could play the cello and my brother has a violin that maybe he can borrow you" he said sitting next to you.

"oh, i don't know how to play the violin, anton. i actually can't play any instruments" you confessed.

"don't worry, i'm going to teach you and you'll be ready by friday" anton replied to you with a smile.

"okay..."

"ll be right back"

anton left the room, probably to look after the violin of his brother, you thought. you got up from the bed, going to his desk and looking at the papers that were all spread around. some of them, calling your attention.

"Love 119" was the title, you took the paper in your hands, reading carefully at the beautiful lyrics that you supposed that he was composing.

"Stolen my heart, that girl's a killer

Love so good, feels like a thriller

It's begun

This is an emergency

One-one-nine, one-one-nine

Save my life, save my life

She sets me free

This is an emergency love

You turn on like a flashlight

On and on, grabbing my attention

In a crowd packed shoulder to shoulder

For a moment I saw only you, no other"

"y/n i got the— what are you doing?" anton said getting back into the room, his eyes wide open as he immediately recognized the paper that was on your hands.

"i was just reading this beautiful song, did you wrote th-"

"uhm we should probably focus on the violin" he said cutting you off, his hands grabbing quickly the paper from yours and hiding them under his pillows.

“i’m sorry anton, is actually very good by the way"

"i-it's just some stupid lyrics" he murmured nervously. "we should probably start"

"yeah sure"

the rest of the afternoon you spend it learning what anton was teaching you. his presence behind you, his hands on top of yours to teach you how to properly use the bow were actually making you fell very nervous. his breath touching your neck when he talked, and the way his soft voice was entering your ears, how could you not fall more in love?

you and him spend the rest of the afternoon like that, being so close to each other that you could feel like your heart was coming out from your chest. you were almost ready with the song, it wasn’t actually very hard to play the violin, but this wasn’t what you care the most about right now. could your heart resist this feeling of not telling anton that you liked him? could you really keep hiding your feelings for him?

you were scared to tell him, what if he doesn’t feel the same about you? what if he just sees you as a friend and just wanted to be nice with you? what if he thinks that you are ugly? what if…? what if…? what if…? what if…?

“y/n are you paying attention to what i’m sayin?” he asked behind you, you were so lost on your mind.

you turned to look at him, putting the violin down and looking at his beautiful, big brown eyes. he is even prettier this close, you thought. his face was so close to yours that if you move forwards a little bit, his lips would be all over yours. you saw his face, his eyes looking at you like if he was scanning you. his eyes going from yours, then your lips, and then your eyes again. you got a little closer, watching as anton’s cheeks were starting to become red. he didn’t even move a muscle, he was just taking a moment to look at your face.

“anton, i…” you hold your breath, are you going to confess right now? “i should probably go home, is getting late and my mom is waiting for me…” stupid y/n.

“ah y-yeah, yeah. you’re right, yeah” anton answered getting a step back, his eyes looking everywhere but you.

“thanks for teaching me how to play the violin, see you tomorrow at school”

“see you…”

the presentation went really good, anton and you performed the song and it was amazing. you even got the higher score of the class 10/10.

the past two days all you could think about was what happened at anton’s house. the last days that you had been even more closer to him due the proyect, made you realize that your feelings for the sweet boy were actually true. you and haerin already had a conversation about all this situation, she told you that it was better to express your feelings than to hide them. after all, you didn’t know what could happen.

you left the music classroom and went back to the normal, the door was closed and there was no one inside. your thoughts were eating you from the inside, all you can think about is anton, anton, anton…

anton and his sweet smile, anton and his beautiful black hair, anton and his gorgeous brown eyes, anton and how soft and kissable his lips looked back the other day.

you unzipped your backpack, taking out your water bottle thinking that could drown your thoughts alway. but instead of that, a small pieces of paper that were arranged like flash-cards and a yellow piece of paper fell to the floor. you took them in your hands, opening carefully the yellow paper first and reading what was in the inside.

“You turn on like a flashlight

On and on, grabbing my attention

In a crowd packed shoulder to shoulder

For a moment I saw only you, no other"

—Love 119

Love 119…? Love 119… oh god, this can’t be real.

you sweared to god you were going to die from a heart attack in that moment.

you took that other papers, the flash-cars, on your hands. once again, reading carefully what was in the first piece of paper.

“A satellite is an object in space that orbits around the earth until it stops working, they send signals to let the earth know how the sky feels.”

then the second.

“Even tho i can’t send you signals about my feelings for you because i’m too shy and scared of rejection…”

and finally the third one.

“…I want to be your own satellite, in that way, i could orbit around you for the rest of my life”

you felt like you were going to cry at any point, a smile appearing on your face from ear to ear. no one has never give this kind of sweet and beautiful thing before.

“so… what do you think?” a male figure that was standing next to the classroom door said. anton.

“was this you?” you asked, standing from the chair and walking to him.

“why it looks like you’re going to cry?” he laughed a little bit.

“because i am!” you said whipping your tears away. “no one has ever done this before to me”

“i’m actually very glad that i’m the first one” he smiled.

“why didn’t you tell me before?”

“because i’m too shy and i could barely talk to you before, also i was super scared that you didn’t like me back” he confessed.

“but of course i like you back, anton. do you now how hard was trying not to kiss you back when we were on your house?” you told him.

“tell that to me, i couldn’t sleep knowing i wasted such an opportunity” you giggled.

“and do you want to waste that opportunity again?”

“no” he quickly replied.

“then kiss me, kiss me anton”

his hands went to cup your cheeks, his lips coming closer to your until finally, it happened. anton’s lips were soft against yours, just as you imagine, his lips moving perfectly on yours, the kiss that you both have been waiting for so long was finally happening.

“was the lyrics of the song that i read on your house, were about me?” you asked, your forehead pressed against his.

“you weren’t supposed to see that” he said with and embarrass smile, hiding his face in your neck.

“awww, but it was so cute!” you laughed, your hands touching his hair. “are you going to let me read it now that you know i like you too?”

“maybe…” he thought for a second, looking back at your eyes. “just if you give me another kiss” he smiled.

“i’ll give you a million of kisses anton” you replied connecting your lips once again.

[pinksmonkey]

The Ultimate Byler Evidence/Analysis List (Part 3)

If you missed parts 1 or 2, here they are: Part 1 and Part 2

198. Bi Mike Masterpost

199. Byler Parallels Masterpost

200. The Choices The Writers Made

201. The Significance Of Mileven Not Getting Each Other

202. The Importance Of Byler Getting Each Other

203. The Importance Of Byler Getting Each Other - Part 2

204. Moments I've Been Thinking About

205. The Painting Ensures Byler Endgame

206. Byler Canon-Comforts

207. Will's Season 5 Arc

208. Elmike's Transition

209. Mike, Will, And El's Individual Arcs Each Season

210. Mike Wheeler's Playlist

211. I Ship It Because It's Endgame

212. I Love You On Your Bad Days

213. Mike Wasn't Lying When He Said "I Love You" And It Doesn't Rule Out Byler Endgame

214. Mike Was Thinking About Will When He Jumped Off The Cliff

215. Will Needs Mike

216. So Many Things Wrong With This Post

217. Why Byler Is Endgame

218. Amount Of Byler Scenes Compared To Mileven

219. Mike's Choice Of Words

220. Fundamentally A Story About Queer Themes

221. We Should Talk About This Way More

222. The Gay Beautician/Hairdresser Trope

223. If Byler Doesn't Happen

224. You Only Need To Understand Five Things

225. Who's Getting Books And Who Isn't?

226. Crafting A Confession

227. You're The Heart

228. Pocketgate Details You Might Have Missed

229. The Piggyback Drawing

230. Green Socks

231. Byler Fights VS Mileven Fights

232. I Didn't Say It, You Didn't Have To

233. Heroes

234. The Difference Between The Monologues Is Obvious

235. "Something I Never Stop Thinking About"

236. The Importance of Tiger Pride

237. Why Heroes Will Be Back

If you have anything else you think should be added to the list, let me know, leave a link in the comments or a repost. I will continue updating this list with any new awesome analyses. Happy Byler-ing! ☺️

238. Season 1 Mike Queercoding

239. Fandom's Reaction To The Will Is Gay Theory Repeating With Mike

240. Tropes and Byler

241. The Superman Reference

242. Milevens Are Insane

243. Mileven's Season

[icarryitin]

Can you…? Universe

spencer reid x gn!reader // in progress

main masterlist

this series is NOT being written chronologically but does follow major canon events through from S2

warnings are noted on each work

SEASON TWO

Can You…?

Psychopomp (1.6k, sfw)

You could have saved her, you’re sure of it. If you’d been quick enough. Instead, you’re just the grim reaper.

Candles (1.3k, sfw)

You only just about manage to rein in Penelope for your first birthday at the BAU. Spencer throws a curveball.

Workplace Hot (1.2k, sfw)

It’s just a crush on a coworker. That’s normal, right?

To Do List: BREATHE

Pinpricks

SEASON THREE

Breakfast of Champions

Too Many

Do Not Disturb

Zip Code

SEASON FOUR

Long, Long Day

Effortless (1.6k, sfw)

Taking care of you just comes naturally to him.

Hell Hath No Fury

Spencer forgets to use his brain (again), puts his life on the line (again), and it’s down to you to remind him (again).

Are You Okay?

SEASON FIVE

Winner Winner

Occupational Hazard

Pretty (1.9k,sfw)

Late nights in strange towns lead to the most unexpected conversations and confessions.

Haunted

SEASON SIX

Help Me? (4.5k, 18+)

You get injured on a case, and Spencer gets to play nurse. It’s a special kind of torture for both of you.

Knock Some Sense Into Him

The Empty Seat

Not-So-Secret Santa

SEASON SEVEN

Comeback Kid

Turns out the dead do walk amongst the living, not that anyone thought to tell you.

Point Blank

Trade Deal (1.5k, sfw)

In which Spencer Reid, known germaphobe, pretends he doesn’t know exactly how many pathogens have made their home in your sinuses.

Just This Once, Dr Reid, For Me?

SEASON EIGHT

I Could Have Been A Contender

Maybe He Does

Look At Me

Collateral Damage

Ten, Nine, Eight…

SEASON NINE

Save Me, Please?

Floodgates

199°

Night Off

SEASON TEN

Chemistry, Really

Old Shoes & Picture Postcards

Dead On Your Feet

Exhale

SEASON ELEVEN

Feels Like Fire

Okay, Mister National Geographic

Slip Up

Only Downhill From Here

SEASON TWELVE

Outs, Given

Worst Case Scenario

Banished

How To Be Useful

All Hands On Deck

Of Course I Can

[rwby-confess]

Confession #199

[praise-suns-and-chill]

On another post a few comments, mine included, had a little chat about what Mashita's thought proccess could have been, during the Confession in the second game.

So I decided to write a little One Shot about it!

This includes Spoilers for Case 7 in Death Mark 2, as well as the DLC of Death Mark 1.

THIS? 

"I'm not gonna be surprised by anything that comes out of his damn mouth." 

Well. 

Fuck. 

He was really eating those words now, huh. 

He could only stare with eyes ripped open as Yashiki explained, his words as trembling as his hands, his eyes avoiding everyone else. 

In fear of judgement? 

Probably. 

Shame? 

Definitely. 

This was wrong. 

This was wrong on every level. 

He was never one to stick to rules but this? 

MURDER??? 

Mashita couldn't even speak at first as Yashiki just continued explaining. No, there had to be something else, every second now he would mention that they did find that girl again alive, there had to be more, there had to be. 

This was wrong. 

But there wasn't. 

There wasn't and he looked as guilty as ever. Having just confessed. 

To murder. 

"You must be kidding me." 

Words uttered in pure disbelief. 

This wasn’t happening. 

There is no way. 

"To think you'd kill someone..." 

Actually, he didn't want to think about that. Not a single bit.  

Yes, everyone had the potential to murder, he knew that better than most, but this was Yashiki. Compassionate to a stupid, suicidal degree Yashiki. 

"Don't blame him for that! He was controlled by the Departed!" 

Oh great, the brat was talking. Mashita glared at her out of reflex alone. 

Why the fuck was she so defensive anyways? Nobody would react like that after their best friend just got killed, what kind of weirdo was this girl??

"Insanity or not, murder is still murder", he snapped back, before his eyes stared back at Yashiki. 

He felt more like he was the one going insane, his mind completely elsewhere as old training just kicked in. 

It was the only thing that made sense right now. 

"Article 199, a person who kills another person is punished by the death penalty or life imprisonment or for a definite term of no less than five years." 

He felt sick of even thinking of this as an option. He rattled down those words out of pure habit, as he had many times before, in the Academy back in the day and his job later. 

"I'd slap the cuffs on you myself if I had them with me." 

He should, but he wouldn't. Why was he saying that, he wouldn't, because Yashiki would never kill anyone. 

God fucking damnit. 

His heart was racing as fast as his mind, his entire body tense, ready to spring at the threat and yet violently rejecting the very notion that there was a threat to begin with. 

Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong, wrong, fuck! 

But Yashiki? 

Everyone else, maybe. 

He'd believe Shou, not planned but in affect, too impulsive. Ai too, stronger than she looked, against a stalking fan maybe. Daimon? Doctor, there was always a chance of malpractice. Yasuoka? That old hag definitely had a skeleton in her closet somewhere, if only because she dug it up once because the bones had some weird powers. 

The man who watched the only friends he had get attacked? 

The man who watched his friends get controlled to attack him? 

The man who watched half his friends get cursed into a coma and nearly die. 

The man who was nearly killed himself by the same goddamn spirit.  

The same man who after ALL THAT, still trembling in shock and trauma, barely aware of his own body, STILL refused to think about himself, just for fucking ONCE. 

The same man who looked at a dead spider, the remains of that goddamn spirit and still decided to show compassion to it before ANYTHING else-! 

...

Oh. 

Of course. 

And his body instantly relaxed, as did his mind.  

It didn't make any sense, possession or not. He would never do it. So he didn't. 

"...Let me just say one thing." 

It wasn't like him to get distracted. He had nearly forgotten what case they were even working on. 

"The law only applies if the victim is human." 

[billiebustup-confessions]

Confession #199

[ID: A cropped screenshot of a Tumblr ask, saying, “I LOVE HAYES THEYRE JUST LIKE ME FRFR” In all caps. End ID.]

[system-to-the-madness]

Haikyuu!! Masterlist

Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Reading

Drabble - wc: 467 - fluff - Suga joins you while you're reading for school

Strawberry Daifuku

Valentine's Special - hurt/comfort - wc: 3 144 - Suga plans to confess to you the day before Valentine’s Day

Secret Notes and Misunderstandings

fluff - wc: 3 420 - You receive secret notes from someone.

Cherry Blossom Study Date

fluff - wc: 1 199 - Suga invited you to a study date… only that he forgot to ask for it to be a date.

[silverstarssart]

I FINISHED FOUL HEART HUNTSMAN

(Spoilers ahead) (thoughts throughout the book)

ORIONS SHIRT

Oop. Oliver's intrusive thoughts won (66)

"Excuse me? I am your WIFE!" (126)

*INTENSE SOBBING* HE HAS FORGOTTEN HER (166)

Silas is down so bad for Phoebe. Honestly, same

OLIVER YOU LITTLE BASTARD HOW DARE YOU KISS HER AND THEN SACRIFICE YOURSELF FOR HER WTF (199)

ROSALIND CONFESSING WHILE THINKING ORION IS ASLEEP AHHHHH

"That was what you called me. Not Rosalind. Beloved."

THE REUNION BETWEEN ROSALIND AND JULIETTE

The part where Alisa was like "wanna know what Rosalind left out." and Orion going FUCK YEAH. I died

THE POPCON SCENE

"Its all right if you forget me."

SILAS WHAT THE FUCK-

SILAS WHAT THE FRIG-

SILAS WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK-

WHAT TOMFOOLERY IS THIS.

"In support, Oliver made an ambiguously French sound as the extent of his contribution." OUI OUI BAGUETTE

YESSS CELIA AND OLIVER

"I love you, I love you, I'm sorry I said so many stupid things. I can't believe I asked why we couldn't cross Suzhou Creek."

ORIONS REACTION TO ROSALIND MAYBE DYING I CANNOT

OH MY GOD I KNEW IT OTION AND MARSHALL HOOKED UP THAT IS ABSULOUTLY HILARIOUS.

HE was sunshine (Orion) I was midnight RAIN (Rosalind)

Orion's Taylor Swift song is The Archer I will take no arguments.

Rosalind's (I know she has a canon one but) is Right Where You Left Me

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it She's still 23 inside her fantasy How it was supposed to be Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? Break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it She's still 23 inside her fantasy And you're sitting in front of me

At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right I, I could feel the mascara run You told me that you met someone Glass shattered on the white cloth Everybody moved on

THE EPILOGUE

THE BABY REVEAL WITH STICK FIGURES IMAO

THE PROPOSAL

Was screaming, crying, throwing up through this whole book

@the-princess-fangirl THIS IS YOUR FAULT. I WILL NEVER RECOVER. (love u)

I NEED TO LIE DOWN

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 211. brb x oc

a/n: sorry for the late post guys lol. im okay. personal stuff.(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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“Is this the same bench?”

“Hm?”

Beatrice smiles, looking down at the bench they were sitting in, the same park, and she was sure it was the same spot they were at when they had their first kiss, "This is the same bench we kissed for the first time,Roos.” she says while holding her ice cream cup with one hand and Nicole with the other.

In reality, their little girl was seated peacefully between them, being fed tiny spoonfuls of frozen fruit - thank God for Mr.Scoops varied menu because they didn’t want to leave Nikki out in any way - every now and again. Rooster was leaning his elbow on the back of the bench, licking his lips as he reminisced, looking ahead with his eyes locked on the environment. “...it is.” he chuckles, “It’s really nice to look at.”

“It is…” she whispers, “I was so nervous that night,Roos.”

Rooster glanced at Beatrice, his eyes softening as he remembered "You were nervous?" he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I was a wreck. I mean, I had been wanting to kiss you for so long, but I didn't want to mess it up or make things weird."

“You didn’t look nervous.” she replies, “In fact, you were amazing the whole night.” 

He pursed his lips in hopes to bite back his smile, then scratched the side of his jaw with his thumb, “...I just really liked you.” he confessed softly, dropping his eyes to his own chocolate ice cream, moving the pieces of cookie dough and sprinkles around his cup, “And you know I haven’t been in a relationship,a serious one, for a long time. I wanted you to be okay and have fun.”

Her smile widened, then she flicked her gaze towards Nicole, “Did you ever think we’d be here,right now, with a baby of our own?”

He brings the colorful plastic spoon to his mouth, licks the contents clean, then smacks his lips, “Yeah.” he chuckles, “I may have…been thinking about it. I told you about how I didn’t want to freak you out telling you about my many ideas and dreams,gorgeous.”

Beatrice laughs softly, then sighs through her nose, arching her brows as she closes her eyes, “It seems…like it was yesterday almost,I honestly don’t really feel like four years went by and that we are nearing our fifth.” she rubs the side of her cup with her thumb as she leans back on her seat, “...kinda crazy.”

“A little.”

“Would you do anything different?”

That caught him off guard a bit, so he leaned back on his side while Beatrice gave Nicole more of the frozen puree so she could have something to snack on while they talked. “...I probably would’ve worked on my game better.” he chuckles, “I did…spend too long looking at you and not moving forward while you worked.”

“I didn’t help it either,Roos.”

“Well,not really but you had your reasons.” he tilts his head at her, “But thinking again…I don’t think I’d change anything, honestly. I like how we worked together, I like how we got together…I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.” he explains while eating another spoonful, “Besides, you are worth it.”

Beatrice’s cheeks turn red, god he still made her feel like the very first time he talked to her. She was just mush in his hands, ‘...you are so sweet.”

Rooster's gaze was tender as he looked at Beatrice, his affection for her evident in his eyes. "You make it easy to be sweet, beautiful. You've brought so much happiness and love into my life. I wouldn't trade any of it for the world."

She huffs out an embarrassed laugh, then playfully swats his arm, “Stop.” she murmurs, only to look down at Nicole when their little girl was pushing herself off the bench, “Nikki, where are you going?” she didn’t reply, just tried to leap out of the bench but was prevented - thankfully- by Rooster picking her up and putting her on the ground.

“What’s the hurry?” he questions his toddler, who immediately points to the fountain not too far from them, “Oh, you never saw something like that, did you Nikki?”

“Aaa!”

“Hm…” he turns to Bea, picking Nicole up and holding her against his ribs, “I’m going to check it out with her quickly, will you be okay?”

Beatrice nods, “Yeah,it’s not that far,Roos.I’ll be fine.” she says, leaning up to meet his lips in a sweet kiss and following as they walked away from her but remained in her line of sight. Beatrice sighed quietly, closing her eyes, letting the breeze touch her skin as her husband’s deep voice got distant followed by Nicole’s soft replies.

She was at peace.

It was hard, the twins were still at the hospital, but she was at peace. Beatrice placed the ice cream aside to rub her arms up and down, smiling at the scene not too far from her. Her heart…felt heavy sometimes, she still had a bit of guilt inside of her as she thought about the twins in the hospital. It had been a challenging time, and she missed them terribly. But she also knew they were in good hands, receiving the care they needed.

While alone, she couldn’t help but look around the park,it wasn’t that empty but it wasn’t filled with people either, most of them were families from the movie theater…and…she squinted her eyes, leaning forward a bit, ‘...Marcus?”

Indeed, the fashion stylist was there, beautifully dressed in shades of purple and blue, looking like he clearly didn’t belong to that area, but he was approaching her. His smile widened as he opened his arms wide, “Daaarling!” he calls, speeding his steps, the heels of his boots clicking on the ground, “My sweet, sweet muse! What a lovely surprise!’

"Marcus! Hi!," she said, her voice carrying genuine warmth. "You,um…are here?" she didn’t mean to sound so shocked, but Marcus didn’t seem the type to suddenly wander into parks after sundown like this.

He air-kissed Beatrice on both cheeks, his cologne filling the air around them. "Oh, my dear, I couldn't resist the urge for a little fashion escape," he replied with a playful twinkle in his eyes. "And it seems I stumbled upon you, looking as radiant as ever. Tell me, how have you been?"

She chuckled at his effervescent energy. "I've been well, Marcus, thank you. Just enjoying a quiet afternoon with Rooster and Nicole, you know."

He clapped his hands together, his excitement bubbling over. "Ah, how delightful! And speaking of delightful, where are they?” the brunette pointed over his shoulder and he smiled, “Oh look at them, being cute, oh I adore it.” he then turns back to her, “I am so happy to see you here.”

“Oh?”

“Darling,” he splays his hands open, rings clicking together, “The last time we worked together was a-ma-zing. I always get compliments when we work alongside each other but my oh my, the last collection? It was incredible.”

Beatrice couldn’t help the warm burst of pride inside of her, holding her hands together in front of her navel as she smiles sweetly at Marcus, “Well,I love working with you so…” she shrugs, “I can say I feel the same.”

“Oh, you,” he flaps his hand, “You are so cute, but I am glad to see you again, you know why?” she shakes her head, “Well…"Because I have a little something I've been cooking up, and I thought you might be just the right person to bring it to life," Marcus continued with a sly grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Beatrice blinked, not really surprised, “You know, your favoritism is showing, heavily,Marcus.”

“Good, you deserve it.” he says,waving his hand, ‘It’s still a project, but I was so inspired by your husband and the others who work with him that I thought: why don’t I do something based on the Navy?” Neither of them saw it, but the mention immediately made Rooster’s head snap towards them, but he remained with Nicole near the fountain, “Something that could…mix the best of both worlds.”

“...really?”

‘Yes!”

“...oh.” she didn’t know why that…suddenly made her feel warm all over, “It’s…I love that,I do, really. I…I just…” knowing Marcus he was going to make something for her that undoubtedly would make Rooster lose his mind, “Ahem,I mean…are you…what do you have so far?”

Marcus leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "Well, darling, I'm still in the early stages, but I've been sketching out some ideas, playing with color palettes, and brainstorming how to capture the essence of everything.” he claps his hands, “It’s going to be fantastic,I might even ask Evelyn to join if she so wants, she hasn’t modeled for me in so long.”

"That sounds amazing, Marcus. I'm sure Evelyn will appreciate uh…if you talked to her about it, since she’s expecting a baby too.."

Marcus's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I'm so glad you think so, darling. And I know,I know, oh! Maybe that funny blonde friend of yours too!

“...Shells?”

“Yes!Oh I love her,” he moves his hands, “Chaotic energy.”

Makes total sense.

Beatrice couldn't help but smile, "Well,I can talk to her if you want.” she looked over Marcus’ shoulder just in time to see Rooster making his way back to the two of them, Nicole holding his neck, “And let her know? Would that be alright?”

Marcus beamed at the idea. "Oh, that would be fantastic, darling! I'm sure she'll bring her own unique charm to the collection. It's going to be a great collaboration, and having both of you on board will make it even more special." 

As Rooster approached, holding Nicole, Beatrice glanced at him with a smile before turning back to Marcus. "I'll talk to Shells and see if she's interested. And I'm sure Evelyn will love the idea too."

Rooster reached them, a curious look on his face. "Hey, what's all this excitement about?"

Beatrice turned to him, her smile radiant. "Marcus here is working on a fashion project inspired by the Navy, and he wants me and maybe Shells to be a part of it. Isn't that amazing?"

Rooster looked intrigued. "That does sound interesting. What outfits have you planned?" of course he’d ask that.

Marcus smiles, his rings clicking together as he plays with Nicole’s hand. "Oh, my dear Bradley, the outfits are still in the magical realm of my imagination at the moment," he replied with a theatrical flourish. "But rest assured, they will be something truly special, something…outstanding.."

Beatrice added, "Marcus is brainstorming and sketching right now, so the specifics are still in the works. But with his talent, I'm sure the designs will be stunning."

Rooster nodded, clearly intrigued. "Well, I'm excited to see what you come up with, Marcus. After all,” he flicks his gaze towards Bea, “You never disappointed us.” and his eyes drop down her body. Beatrice’s eyes widened and snapped those green irises to where Marcus was, but her husband just gave her an innocent look, “But you won’t do that soon, right? ‘Cause of the kids and all.”

Marcus blinked, “Kids?’ he looked over at Beatrice, “The twins are born already?”

Her eyes dropped guiltily but she managed to look up at Marcus, “They are preemies.” she whispers, leaning into Rooster when his hand touches her lower back, “They were born, um, a week ago.”

Marcus's eyes widened with surprise and concern. "Oh…darling, I had no idea. I'm so sorry to hear that. But I'm relieved to see you here, looking so wonderful."

Rooster gently rubbed Beatrice's back, his protective instincts kicking in. "Yeah, the twins are in the hospital, but it’s going well,right gorgeous?” she slowly looks up at her husband, then nods with a strained smile. Rooster could see how that conversation made her uncomfortable and while that wasn’t Marcus’ plan, he didn’t like seeing her like that.

Marcus's expression softened, and he reached out to touch Beatrice's hand in a comforting gesture. "My thoughts are with you both, and with the little ones. They're strong, they’ll be okay.” he gasps, “Oh my goodness,I must make their little outfits! Just like I did for Nicole.” the little girl in question looked at him when she heard her name, “Oh my,oh my! Darling, the work I must do!” 

"Thank you, Marcus… but you don’t have to do-"

“Ah,ah,ah!” he holds up his index finger, “No,no,I adore the two of you and your little family. Of course I will make something for your twins! You will be sure of it, darling! Does little Nikki need more? She sure has grown so much already.”

Beatrice smiled gratefully at Marcus's kindness. "Nikki's growing like a weed, that's for sure. And…well,we still have some of the stuff you gave us way back."

“...I’ll make some more.”

“Marcus-”

“Darling.Please,” he smiles sweetly, ‘You two deserve it, now.” he claps his hands,”I must take my leave, it was wonderful to see you three here, enjoying this lovely evening. But now,” he plops on his glasses and twirls his wrist, “I must go to my humble abode and enjoy the creativity within my veins.” he smirks at them,”But I will call you, darling. We must talk more.”

Marcus air-kissed Beatrice once more and then Rooster. "Ta-ta, darlings! Until we meet again!" He turned, his fashionable attire catching the evening sun, and headed off, the sound of his stylish boots fading away in the distance.

As they watched Marcus depart, Beatrice sighed contentedly, then arched her brows, “...he’s like a fashion godmother.” she whispers, “He just…shows up.”

“He does that when he’s needed.”Rooster adds, then looks down at her face, “...you okay?”

“Mhm.’

“You sure?”

She rubs the back of her neck, then reaches to grab Nicole from him so she could hug the baby close, her eyebrows crinkling, “...can we…go home now?” she didn’t want to ruin the night, but her anxiety was rising, “...if that’s okay?”

Rooster nodded understandingly, gently stroking Beatrice's back as he held Nicole. "Of course, gorgeous. We can head home. You don't have to worry about a thing." He could sense her unease, and he was always attuned to her feelings. “You want anything else?”

Beatrice sighed with relief, feeling comforted by Rooster's support. "Thanks, Roos. I just... I think I need some quiet time now?”

“Maybe some Golden Girls?” her little smile made his heart burst with joy. He pulls her closer to his side and kisses the top of her head, “I got you,gorgeous. Don’t you worry.” he whispers, “On the bright side,” he can’t believe he’s saying that, “You’ll visit the base in a few days, hm?”

Was he worried?

Yes.

Was he going to stop it?

No, because she was happy with that idea.

Beatrice nodded, "Golden Girls sounds perfect," she agreed with a small smile, finding solace in the thought of some familiar and lighthearted entertainment. His words about her upcoming visit to the base made her smile a bit brighter. "Yeah, I'm really looking forward to it. And I think a change of scenery will do me good.”

‘Mhm,I think so too.” he says as he guides her to the car.

While she adjusts Nicole on her arms, she gives him a confused look, ‘...are you worried?”

“Me?” he snorts, “No.” but she can read him like an open book, so he sighs, “A little. I don’t want to be too overwhelming for you.” he says, “...I have an idea,why don’t we,” he gestures to the three of them, “Visit Evelyn tomorrow?”

“Oh?”

“She’s been around bases a lot more than you and she probably has some tips on what to do.” he smiles, “I’m sure she can help us both with that.”

[tmf-confessions]

confession #192

confession by @jufferingx

unpopular opinion (but i stand by it which is why i’m staying off anon) but although drew is one of my favourite characters, henry and liam deserved so much better