#unexpected confessions

[wolvietxt]

unexpected confession prompts!

moments when the truth slips out before they can stop it, and everything feels suddenly different

🌀 it’s the middle of a heated argument, voices raised, hands gesturing wildly. suddenly, they stop mid-sentence, chest heaving. “you’re all i ever think about,” they blurt out, the anger draining from their face as if they only just realized it themselves.

🌀 you’re teasing them relentlessly, fingers brushing their arm, lips curved into a playful smile. they grab your wrist, pulling you closer until you’re practically nose to nose. “keep it up,” they murmur, voice low and rough, “and i’ll show you just how much i’ve been wanting this.”

🌀 you’re both stuck in an elevator, tense silence filling the small space. out of nowhere, they nervously start rambling about their day but end up confessing, “…and then i realized i’m in love with you.” you both stare at each other, wide-eyed, as the elevator dings and the doors open.

🌀 it's your birthday party, and they’re giving a heartfelt toast. “you’ve always been my favorite,” they say, looking directly at you with a softness in their eyes that wasn’t there before. the room goes silent, the confession hanging in the air like an electric charge.

🌀 you’re casually scrolling through old photos together, laughing at the memories. then they point to one, saying, “this was the moment i knew i loved you,” their voice soft, barely above a whisper. your heart skips a beat as you realize they’ve been holding this in for years.

🌀 it’s 4 am, and you’re both delirious with exhaustion, trying to assemble a piece of flat-pack furniture. between the chaos and laughter, they suddenly say, “i love you more than i hate this stupid shelf.” it takes you a moment to realize they’re completely serious.

🌀 the confession slips out in the middle of a mundane conversation, like they just can’t hold it back anymore. you’re discussing grocery lists and laundry detergent when they casually say, “by the way, i think i’m in love with you,” before going back to debating the merits of fabric softener.

🌀 you’re stuck in traffic together, both of you getting increasingly annoyed. without thinking, they hit the steering wheel in frustration and yell, “i hate this! …but not as much as i hate pretending i don’t love you.” it’s a confession wrapped in irritation, as raw as it gets.

🌀 it happens during a game of truth or dare, the lights dimmed, everyone gathered in a circle. someone asks them the most dreaded question: “who do you like?” there’s a long pause before they finally look directly at you, eyes unflinching, and say your name.

🌀 you’re working together late into the night, the room lit only by your laptop screens. the silence is broken when they absentmindedly say, “if i die first, just know i’ve been in love with you.” they brush it off as a joke, but there’s a flicker of truth in their eyes.

🌀 it’s raining, and you’re both huddled under a shared umbrella, racing to get home. as you laugh about being soaked, they suddenly stop in the middle of the street and pull you closer, “i don’t want this to just be friendship anymore.”

🌀 you’re playfully wrestling over the last slice of pizza, both of you laughing breathlessly. they pin you down, faces inches apart, and suddenly their laughter fades. “god, i want you,” they whisper, voice husky and eyes dark, like they’ve been holding it in forever.

🌀 you’re both tipsy at a wedding, swaying to the music. they lean in, voice almost drowned out by the noise, “i’ve been in love with you since that one time you spilled coffee on me.” you laugh it off, thinking it’s a joke, only to find them staring at you with a seriousness that steals your breath away.

🌀 it’s a text sent by mistake - meant for someone else, but sent to you. “i can’t keep pretending i don’t have feelings for them anymore. they’re everything i’ve ever wanted.” when you confront them, they go pale, realizing the confession was about you all along.

[everyday-is-uncle-day]

Ted’s Face vs Roy’s Face

When Jamie is NOT okay

[thewhumpcaretaker]

“You think you can make me cry? Try me. You have no idea how hardened I am.”

“Okay. You’re genuinely one of the kindest people I’ve ever known. You’re loveable. You’re worthy. You deserve far better than you got in this life and I don’t ever want you to have to suffer that way again. In fact I’ll make damn sure you never do, because I love you.”

“Wait…wait no that’s not…fuck.”

[a-titty-ninja]

「AKB48 - Masakano Confession」

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by anonymous

‘The Unexpected Heiress is underrated and deserves more love’

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

[degrassi-fandom-confessions]

Liberty should have had her own separate friend from Emma nd Manny cause they were always a duo and liberty was usually on her own. Plus Toby and JT were a duo as well. So I wish liberty would have gotten her own bestie as well. Instead they basically ignored her until their storyline collided all the way till graduation.

[es-confessional]

No shade, I promise, but it's so funny seeing MikaPs/Mika kinnies or just people obsessed about the guy, trying to emulate his way of speaking in their posts lmfao. Pookie you are not Kagehira Mika with a Kansai dialect, you are fucking Michael Kramer from Ohio 🤣🤣🤣🤣

MICHAEL KRAMER FROM OHIO 😭

[josephinekhawaja]

'More Romance!'

So promised a Non-Spoiler Review of Season 2 from a critic I follow on YouTube who got screeners for I think the first half of the season. And I could have lived with Mark x Helly being one-and-done even if they are my Severance OTP -- but I do feel heartened by all my fellow shippers popping up lately since the season premiere. As somebody who compulsively joined the one Severance Discord to mind-if-I-scream after the Season 1 finale, like…it is a pretty solid community from what I remember of it, but I would be a dead woman if ever I talked about OTP in there🤣🤣🤣🤣. We may never be a sizeable department, but I am just glad our ship has a growing team. Thank Kier for our Macrodata Uprising.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Those Three (Hundred) Little Words - 9 - Unexpected

*all of these will be standalone fluff unless otherwise noted. THIS ONE is more of a smut fluff but like, on the lighter side. Smuff Lite.*

dividers by @enchanthings-a

Jack had the conviction of someone who’d been shown every possible outcome of the future when it came to if he’d ever fall in love again. So when he heard those words tumble earnestly from his own lips, he’d been more shocked than a skyscraper in a lightning storm. 

He tried, as the two of you lay panting and spent, to pinpoint the thing that had tipped the scales and upended his perception of reality. Was it the ragged hitch in the way you rasped his name? The feel of your body working in perfect tandem with his? Had it come down to the moment when you locked eyes, both of you teetering on the edge of the deepest, fullest orgasms of your lives? 

It was only when he felt your fingers find the spaces between his own and turned his head to look at you that it clicked - it hadn’t been one but all of those things. And all of the things that came before. It wasn’t a moment or a look or a kiss. It was you. 

You were still trying to catch your breath as you swept your thumb over his. “That was…” You swallowed then, a brief flash of uncertainty in your eyes before you went on. “Jack? What you said… Did you-” 

Earlier, the last thing in the world he thought he’d be doing was confessing his love to you. Not because of you, because of that perceived prophecy of his. But in that moment, the last thing that he wanted was for you to doubt his feelings for you. 

Pulling your hand to his chest, he flattened your palm against his heart. “I meant it, dariln’.” He watched the uncertainty leave your eyes completely as he said the next three words. “I love you.” 

[sdv-confessions]

I'm the exact opposite of the god vs yoba person, I will usually leave a fic if they use god instead of yoba, like I know haley says it but I feel like everywhere else it's just Yoba, plus it helps me to differentiate between the real world and stardew valley as a fantasy, I just think it helps the world-building. Also if a fic goes into detail about the church of yoba? Um yes please love that love all the theories

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[impel-clown]

Mihawk buggy and crocodile are all so tsundere they refuse to acknowledge or humor any of their feelings about each other until they’re so unbearable that they practically break under the pressure into the gooiest least-tsundere confessional mess ever. There are heavy casualties to everyone’s dignity. Rumors of a “schmoopsy bear” occurrence plague survivors.

Now I'm obsessed with the idea that everyone on Karai Bara is terrified of the day that the three cross guild leaders finally do something about their feelings. Everyone is sure it will be a threat-filled battle with backhanded compliments and front handed strikes.

But then some of the men come back from a mission only to hear that It finally happened. How bloody was it? How many casualties? Are the three leaders still even alive? However, the reality is far worse.

It was sweet.

Oh sure tears were shed, but they were ones of joy and catharsis. When knuckles brushed cheeks, it was in a tender caress. Mihawk went on a whole speech comparing the three of them to plants that, while they can grow separately under the harshest of conditions, they're able to truly Thrive when planted together, one's strengths filling in another's weaknesses. That's right! He went into a sappy plant metaphor! He even called Crocodile his Desert Rose in a move that left many amongst the ranks down for the count.

And that's not even touching the fact that chairman Buggy couldn't stop crying as he admitted that Crocodile and Mihawk are better than any treasure because they themselves are more valuable than gold. This is where everyone thought Sir Crocodile would snap and go on a rampage, but no! He instead brought Mihawk and Buggy into a hug of all things! What was said next was all hushed whispers but some swear they overheard things such as the aforementioned "schmoopsy bear", and "sunshine" and even a "lover boy".

Any and all bets made concerning when the cross guild leaders would get together are forgotten, with no one wanting to relive the sappiness to get what they're owed.

[imfor3v3rh33re]

Malleus x Leona fanfic / fluff <3

“Leona,” Malleus begins, his voice softer than the lion beastman expects, “You’ve been on my mind more than I care to admit.”

Leona raises a brow, crossing his arms. “If you’re trying to start somethin’, you should know better than to drag me out here for a chat.”

Malleus chuckles, the sound rich like a dragon’s purr. “Not everything is a battle, though I must say, your spirit is… captivating.”

The moonlight reflects in Malleus’s eyes, glowing softly, while Leona feels an odd tug in his chest. He’s used to competing, to challenges, but this? This feels like a game of a different kind. One he’s not sure he’s willing to admit he might like.

Malleus steps closer, the scent of magic and old stories around him, and for the first time, Leona feels something shift between them. Not rivalry, not battle—something more.

“I’ve always been curious, Leona,” Malleus murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. “What it would be like… if we stopped fighting.”

Leona doesn’t back down. He never does. Instead, he leans in, his smirk matching the dragon’s intensity. “You might not like what you find, Draconia.”

“Or perhaps,” Malleus whispers, “I will.”

[tsbs-shipfessions]

Hello mod of this blog you may need to make it clear that you are @tsbs-shipfessions and not @silly-solar as it seems that some anons are mistaking Silly Solar for you.

Hope you having a good day!

(oh fr? whoopsie- srry for whoever run's that blog for the confusion dsjfkhsdf

hi hi sams-blr, its me, im the solar confession blog, not @/silly-solar, who i believe is just a roleplay blog. send all confessions my wayyy <3 and i hope youre having a good day, too!!!)

[malevolentconfessions]

Malevolent is officially the reason I have my first gf!!

Like I love her :3 and I wouldn't have met her if it wasn't for this fandom

Say what you will about Malevolent, but you can never refute that fandom brings people together, and that is beautiful, and leads to meaningful relationships

Like me and my darling <3

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[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by anonymous

‘john somerset's really got me twirling my hair, and the indian john sprite is gorgeous im literally obsessed’

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

[countlessrealities]

@mcltiples sent:

Midnight rolled around making it so that it wasn't Thanksgiving anymore. However, Rick still found it appropriate to portal into the other's hideout. Wobbling in every step that he took, almost tripping over himself. Though, he made his way over to his counterpart. From there, he basically sat down on the other's lap, forehead pressed against forehead.

"Th-There you are," He spoke, obviously drunk off his ass. "I need to tell ya somethin',"

The accent that he concealed usually was out in full force. A side effect from the alcohol in his system and a sign of where he had been all day. If anyone knew him well enough to figure it out.

He curled his fingers against the back of his counterpart's neck, grazing the skin gently with his fingernails, igniting a pleasant abrasion. "Ya know what day it is, so I'm gonna come out right with it, I'm thankful to have met you, I don't care if we started out hatin' each other, yer the best thing that's happened in a while,"

Bright blue eyes were glossed over, tilting his head to the side. In a way that looked as if he were about to kiss his counterpart, but he didn't. Instead, he kept on talking.

"And maybe I like you or somethin', I don't know, I don't give a shit about what I wanna call it right now," He chuckled at that. "But, what I do know is I wanna just drink lots of liquor, put on a movie, and share a tub of ice cream with ya,"

Without a second thought, he pressed his lips softly against the other's ones. A delicate peck. Unlike anything they've ever done before. No heat, no passion. Just simple, loving, and casual.

Then came a soft hum, clearing his throat. "But, you're gonna have to carry me to the couch, I'm too drunk to stand on my own, love~" His accent had somewhat diminished, replaced by his usual tone, mixed with something more lighthearted.

{ To your Weird Rick from my Weird Rick 🤭 // a small confession perhaps ? xD }

Saying that Rick disliked the holidays would have been a gross understatement. He had never understood them, their so-called "spirit". For his younger self, they had always been just another day of misery, torment and anger. He used to force himself to celebrate, or at least to pretend to, because it was what was demanded from his family and later, with Diane, expected.

The moment the choice had been his and his alone, he had decided to never bother with them again. Why should he have? There had never been any happiness or enjoyment for him to be found in festivities. They were all a pretty lie to cover up the horrifying truth. Just as everything else.

From the outside, one couldn't have guessed his despise for them, especially seeing how much fun he had building themed explosives and other kind of weapons so he could use them on each recurrence. You could have easily assumed that it was his fucked up way of celebrating, but instead it was all out of spite.

And that was how he spent his Thanksgiving too that year, ruining it for anyone who was so unlucky to cross his path. Being thankful? For what? To whom? He was the one who made things happen. He pulled all the strings, created all the stages. A god didn't say "thank you", didn't owe shit to anyone.

And yet, at times, he failed at ignoring it. The emptiness, the ache, the ugliness. It made him want to gag and all he could do was drowning it in liquor and destruction.

That was the reason why, when his uninvited guest showed up unexpectedly, Rick wasn't any less drunk that his other self. The only difference was that, even when he was that intoxicated, he still managed not to slip back into his hometown's speech patterns.

The moment he realised who his visitor was, a sharp, mocking smirk opened on his lips as he prepared to great his counterpart with some rude, witty jab. Hopefully something that would have been infuriating enough to get him to fuck off right away. He wasn't in the mood for company. Not even his own.

However, he wasn't given the chance to even start, as he was cut off by suddenly finding himself with his lap full and his forehead trapped against the other's. Confusion exploded inside his dazed mind, causing him to forget everything else. He didn't know what to do, what to think, how to feel.

The only certainty he had was that this was unlike anything that had taken place between the two of them. Everything was different. His counterpart's touch, his body language, the way he moved. The curl of his lips, his expression, the look in his eyes.

He couldn't tell if it was a good or a bad thing and that fact both irked and terrified him.

"What the fuck..." Was all he could muttered before his other self's words silenced him once again.

Hearing that accent in his own voice made his stomach twist with nauseous coldness, especially because it clued him on where his other self had been for a prolonged amount of time. Why would he go back there, to that piece of Hell on Earth?

Why, why, why.

He couldn't fathom a single explanation, a single reason. Or, perhaps, he was too burnt by it all to handle even mere speculation on the subject.

Before his building panic could properly grip at his throat, however, his brain seemed to finally registered what his counterpart was saying, and he found stunned and bewildered once again. This time, though, underneath the confusion, instead of uneasiness and dread, there was something warm smothering him in the softest way.

I'm thankful to have met you. Yer the best thing that's happened in a while.

The soft grazing of those fingers against his scalp weren't helping and Rick found himself stupidly wondering if he should worried about his heart. It was beating so loud, so fast, it felt like it was about to explode out of his chest.

And then came that kiss, so starking different from all the others they had exchange. Gentle instead of vicious, light instead of oppressing, loving instead of violent. No one had ever kissed him like that. No one had ever touched him like that, in any way. It stole his breath away and he couldn't stop himself from clinging to it like a dying man would to his one and last hope.

He was pathetic, but he couldn't bring himself to care, not right now.

"...Yes," was the word that escaped his lips, breathless and far too eager. He didn't even know what exactly he was answering to, just that he wanted everything the other was offering.

Just that he wanted this man.

"I'm really fuckin' drunk too, if I try to carry you, both our asses will end up on the floor," he went on then, voice shaking with laughter. "Like two stupid sacks of stupid potatoes!"

For some reason, that undignified image was hilarious. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the sudden euphoria that had filled him. He couldn't care. He didn't give a fuck. Not when he felt this good.

Despite what he had said, he stumbled on his feet, pulling his counterpart up with him, holding him bridal style. He risked tripping and falling at least four times before he could properly get on his feet, but eventually he managed and starting to stagger towards the living room.

"Labels are for losers. We're gods, love, we don't need 'em," he managed to say, slurring the words out a little more, as he focused on walking. "It's our...thing, it's ours. You want it, I want it...That's all it can be. Whatever we want, whenever, however."

He didn't know if they would make it to their destination, but it wasn't so important. Even if they had ended up sprawled on the floor together, with no movie or ice cream, it would have still been one of his best nights ever.