#confession 893

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#893

I don't really see any chemistry between Spock and Chapel or Bashir and Ezri. Both couples would be more believable if they were lavender marriages.

[givemequeen]

request: hi bestie! I can't start this request without saying that your writing is amazing, I don't know if you usually write abt him but I would really love one where the reader x Sebastian Stan are friends, he has feelings for her, one day while they were cooking together, he says "I love you" in Romanian, the reader doesn't speak that language so she asks what he said and he comes back to reality and says he said "I'm hungry" but the reader recorded the pronunciation in her memory to try speak too and ends up discovering in the research what he really meant a/n: omg thank you so so much!!! i don't usually write about him but he is defo into my list of celeb crushes so i though i would give it a try! i hope you enjoy it, please lmk if you did :))) word count: 893

The aroma of a delicious home-cooked meal wafted through Sebastian's apartment. You and Sebastian had been friends for a while and often bonded over your shared love for cooking.

Tonight, you had decided to prepare a Romanian dish, wanting to bring a little bit of Sebastian's home to him. When you had told Sebastian your plan, he had been very excited and had offered to help you cook, even giving you his mother's recipes.

As you chopped vegetables and stirred the simmering pot, laughter and conversation flowed effortlessly. Sebastian was just your friend but he often felt like something more. His touches lingered for a little longer, he held eye contact for just tad too long.

But you weren't sure if you were just imagining it. What if you confessed your feelings for him and, all along, you had been imagining these "signs"? What if he didn't like you back? You would just be ruining the friendship and you were not ready to do that. He held a very special place in your heart.

Little did you know, Sebastian felt the same way.

He hoped his messages got across, that you would get the hint he was madly in love with you.

But you were both idiots.

He also couldn't bear the though of losing you, couldn't bear the possibility that you wouldn't like him like that. So, he kept his feelings secret.

You were pouring the vegetables you had so carefully cut into the pan - just as Sebastian had instructed you to do so - and laughing with him when, all of a sudden, Sebastian blurted something out in Romanian. He had been standing behind you, watching you pour the ingredients over your shoulder; standing, once again, just a little too close.

"Te iubesc." the words escaped his lips before he could help himself, he just couldn't help it, seeing you standing in his kitchen, cooking him a meal. His heart was, unbeknownst to you, racing.

"What was that, Seb?" you asked, laughing and turning around to face him. "You know I don't speak Romanian!" you playfully smacked his chest, your hand set ablaze as you made contact with him.

"Oh, yeah." he took a step back, cheeks colouring. "I just set I was hungry." he stuttered, trying his best to cover up his confession.

You narrowed your eyes, turning your head slightly in suspicion.

"Alright..." you spun back around. "Well, this should be done soon. Why don't you go ahead and set the table?"

"Yeah! Of course!" he said a little too quickly. Secretly, he was glad for an excuse to leave the room.

As soon as Sebastian left the room, you whipped out your phone, fingers racing across the screen to open google. You typed in "google translate" and tried recalling what he had said.

Had it been "te iubesc" or "te ibosc"...

You typed in whatever came to mind, hoping google translate would fix it for you.

You hadn't even finished typing the whole word when the translation popped up.

"I love you."

There they were, those three simple words, staring up at you.

You gasped, your hand flying to cover your open mouth. Your heart was beating so quickly you could hear booming inside your head.

"What is it?" Sebastian asked, he was standing in the doorway. "I heard you gasp, are you hurt?" he took a step into the kitchen.

"Oh." you had no idea what to say. What if he meant it as a friend?

You set your phone down on the counter beside you and looked up at Sebastian. He had concern written all over his face. You couldn't lie to him.

"I... Te iubesc too." you shyly said.

Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he seemed almost taken aback. He hadn't expected you to understand the meaning of those words. But then, a warm, genuine smile spread across his face, lighting up the room.

"You do?" he replied, his voice filled with a mix of joy and relief.

You nodded, your heart still pounding in your chest. "Yes, I do. I've wanted to tell you for a while, but I wasn't sure if you meant it as a friend or..."

Sebastian closed the distance between you, gently cupping your face with his hands. "I meant it in the way you think," he whispered. "I've been in love with you for a long time."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and in that moment, the world seemed to fade away. You and Sebastian were the only two people that mattered.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips to yours in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the unspoken words, the years of friendship, and the deep affection you both felt for each other.

As you pulled away, a sense of happiness washed over you.

"I'm so happy, Seb." you said, unable to control your smile.

"I love you so so much." he pulled you in for another kiss, hands exploring your body.

You let him touch you, enjoying the way his right hand slipped under your shirt and the way his left hand went to the back of your head, pulling it back, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss and the dinner you had so carefully cooked was immediately forgotten.

[colormepurplex2]

Kaleidoscope | Purple

↳ Musician!Namjoon x Artist!Reader ⤜ Neighbors, Mutual Pining, Artist Muse ⤜ Rating: MA | fluff, smut ⤜ WC: 893 ⚠️ Crass language, secret personal pining, intimate personal thoughts about a stranger, kissing, flirting, v. sex, imagery of body worship, imagery of carnal indulgence (the smut is really soft; it’s more about the feeling and acceptance than the act) ⇽Previous Chapter ◅ Back to series masterlist

It’s only been a few precious moments since you left Namjoon’s apartment. You’re washing the gouache on your hand off in the sink when you hear a knock at your door. It’s late, nearly midnight. There’s really only one person you can think of who would be knocking on your door this late, and the prospect has your heart picking up its pace. He seems to be doing that to you a lot lately, making you feel things you haven’t in a long time. It’s nice.

With hope simmering below your surface, you dry your hands and go to the door. A glance through the peephole has you smiling and patting at your dress to smooth out invisible wrinkles—just in case.

“Namjoo—“ You swing open the door, and he wraps you up in an embrace, lips fusing to yours, cutting off his name.

The taste of the sweet wine lingers in his mouth as he welcomes your tongue in to slide against his. “Stay with me tonight,” he pleads between fervent presses of his lips to yours.

“Yes,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut as he grips the backs of your thighs and picks you up. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist, dress sliding up to bunch around your hips.

You almost begged him to let you stay earlier, not wanting the night to end. But, you mustered up some self-control and wanted to let the night end on a good note with the promise of more to come tomorrow. Though, you can’t possibly say no to this turn of events.

You lose track of his steps until your back hits a soft surface, making your eyes pop open in surprise to take in your surroundings—Namjoon’s bedroom. You only got a brief glimpse of it earlier, but it was too dark to discern much. Now, it’s illuminated with soft indigo strip lights. Up this close, you can see his sheets are plum-colored satin, shining like glittering amethyst.

It’s the perfect atmosphere to learn more about the man you knew only as Apartment A just a few weeks ago. The more you uncover—the more colors you add to your palette—the more you want to keep peeling back the layers and soaking up what he has to offer.

Your cocktail dress becomes a dark puddle on the floor, splashed with accents of blue as your panties and bra join it. Namjoon looks at you, sprawled out on his bed, like you are a gift he can’t wait to sink his teeth into. The plain white t-shirt and khaki pants, lacking color like the canvas that once was blank and waiting in your living room across the hall, slide from his lean frame like poured paint to pool around his feet.

The bright pop of his white boxer briefs stands out against his deep, golden skin that’s made even darker by the purple lights. He’s standing before you like a conquering god. You reach for him, silently begging for him to lay claim to you.

An ache sparks between your thighs as he slowly, teasingly, hooks his thumbs into the band of his boxers and pushes them down to reveal a strength you’d willingly worship. His cock is long, thick, and already weeping.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he whispers as he crawls onto the bed and gathers you into his arms, one hand cupping the back of your neck and the other settling for leverage on your hip. “You’ve been driving me crazy. All my songs lately have been about you. You’re in my head…in my soul.” The last word is punctuated with the press of his erection against your aching center.

You can’t help but think about your own obsession and how you’ve been consumed by this man, too. To hear it’s been a mutual affair has your body eager to satiate the other thoughts that have crossed your mind regarding Namjoon.

“I’ve painted you,” you confess softly, letting the words sink into the heady atmosphere between your bodies. He smirks, nipping playfully at your bottom lip before deepening it into a toe-curling kiss—your body throbs in anticipation and supplication. You need him. “My muse,” you breathe against his lips.

The feel of his cock slowly sliding into your body brands itself in your mind. It will forever be a representation of pure, carnal gratification. A halo of purple incandescence surrounds Namjoon. The glow wreaths him as you meet his wanton gaze. It’s bliss—art—how he plies your body with pleasures.

The other colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue—pale in comparison to how Namjoon paints your soul with the rich lilac that’s bleeding through your senses until all you can focus on is him. Your orgasm is sweet, a shared ecstasy filled with panting breaths and succulent moans.

Namjoon holds you close, murmuring soft words of affirmation and praise as you both get lost in the bliss of one another. These moments fill your night, sharp inhales and thready exhales as you indulge in each other again and again.

You’ve spent weeks trying to figure out what color represents Namjoon’s soul the best. The red apple, the orange duck, the yellow paint, the green notebook, and the blue wine bottle are all precious pages, layers of this extraordinary man…but purple, purple is the pinnacle of the myriad that is Namjoon—the kaleidoscope of your life.

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[tccconfessionsfagg]

instead of shooting up schools they should start shooting up brothels and churches (christian, jewish and muslim churches)

Confession 893

[tabbytabbytabby]

Can you feel my heart

Word Count: 893 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Relationship: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Tags: Future Fic, Good Theo Raeken, Theo Raeken Lives with the Geyer Family, Theo Raeken Loves Liam Dunbar, Pining Theo Raeken, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluff

Summary: Theo's not sure when it happened. When he went from not giving a shit about anyone to suddenly caring. But it all points to one person: Liam Dunbar.

Read on AO3

[orthodoxydaily]

Saints&Reading: Friday, December 28, 2023

december 16_december 28

THE HOLY PROPHET AGGEI/HAGGAI (500 B.C.)

The Holy Prophet Haggai was the tenth of the Twelve Minor Prophets. He was of the Tribe of Levi and he prophesied during the times of the Persian emperor Darius Hystaspis (prior to 500 B.C.). Upon the return of the Jews from the Babylonian Captivity, he persuaded the people to build the Second Temple at Jerusalem, and he proclaimed that the Messiah would appear in this Temple in the last times.

It is believed that Haggai was buried with the priests at Jerusalem, since he was descended from Aaron.

THE BLESSED EMPRESS THEOPHANIA OF BYZANTUM (893)

Saint Theophanó was a pious and virtuous Empress, who was greatly praised by the chroniclers of her time because of her evangelical life, her almsgiving, and her exceptional piety. She born in Constantinople, the daughter of Constantine Martinakios and his wife Anna, who raised their daughter with diligence. When she was of a marriageable age, Emperor Basil the Macedonian chose her to be the wife of his son Leo the Wise (886 - 912), with whom she dwelt in marital fidelity for twelve years.

The Holy Empress Theophanó and her husband Leo were imprisoned for three years, because Leo was falsely accused of plotting to assassinate his father, Emperor Basil. After obtaining her freedom,Theophanó spent her life in prayer and fasting, earnestly struggling for her salvation. She was recognized as a Saint and a wonderworker, even during her lifetime, because of the many good works which she performed out of love for her neighbor.

Though she lived in the world, she renounced everything worldly, and became a benefactor of the poor. She also built churches and monasteries, or restored those in need of repair. She was a true mother to her subjects, caring for widows and orphans, and consoling the sorrowful.

Despite all the grandeur and wealth surrounding her, she preserved her customary humility and modesty. She preferred to dress in simple clothing so that she would not recognized. Accompanied by two trusted servants, she would visit the homes of the poor and the persecuted, offering her assistance. Her faith was such that she was found worthy of the gift of performing miracles. When medical science gave up on a patient because it could not heal him, Saint Theophanó restored him to health. In spite of all the bitterness she had experienced in her life, Saint Theophanó could still sing praises to the Lord, according to the words of the Prophet King David: "Sing praises to the Lord, sing praises; sing praises to our King, sing praises" (Psalm 46/47:6).

Saint Theophanó reposed circa 893-894. Even before her death, her husband started to build a church, intending to dedicate it to Theophanó, but she forbade him to do so. It was Emperor Leo who decreed that the Sunday after Pentecost be dedicated to All Saints. Believing his wife to be one of the righteous, he knew that she would also be honored whenever the Feast of All Saints was celebrated.

The incorrupt relics of Saint Theophanó are preserved in the Patriarchal Church of Saint George, at the Phanar in Constantinople. A particle from her relics is in Dionysiou Monastery on Mount Athos.

Source: Orthoodox Church in America_OCA

HEBREWS 11:8,11:16

8 By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to the place which he would receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going. 11 By faith Sarah herself also received strength to conceive seed, and she bore a child when she was past the age, because she judged Him faithful who had promised. 12 Therefore from one man, and him as good as dead, were born as many as the stars of the sky in multitude-innumerable as the sand which is by the seashore. 13 These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. 14 For those who say such things declare plainly that they seek a homeland. 15 And truly if they had called to mind that country from which they had come out, they would have had opportunity to return. 16 But now they desire a better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them.

MARK 9:33-41

33 Then He came to Capernaum. And when He was in the house He asked them, "What was it you disputed among yourselves on the road?" 34 But they kept silent, for on the road they had disputed among themselves who would be the greatest. 35 And He sat down, called the twelve, and said to them, "If anyone desires to be first, he shall be last of all and servant of all." 36 Then He took a little child and set him in the midst of them. And when He had taken him in His arms, He said to them, 37 Whoever receives one of these little children in My name receives Me; and whoever receives Me, receives not Me but Him who sent Me. 38 Now John answered Him, saying, "Teacher, we saw someone who does not follow us casting out demons in Your name, and we forbade him because he does not follow us." 39 But Jesus said, "Do not forbid him, for no one who works a miracle in My name can soon afterward speak evil of Me. 40 For he who is not against us is on our side. 41 For whoever gives you a cup of water to drink in My name, because you belong to Christ, assuredly, I say to you, he will by no means lose his reward.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

theres things I wanna say to you (but ill just let you live)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aMPf6VN by IfOnAWinterNightAPoet (nuvolisa) Sometimes it takes a lot of courage to just say the truth, and sometimes there is no better way to confess than by sending a letter. It can take days, months or fifteen years to take up the courage, or like Zatara, it can take forever. And sometimes, Words: 893, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of welcoming you back home (the only one that you will ever know) Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Zatanna Zatara, Original Child(ren) of Bruce Wayne and Zatanna Zatara, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Zatanna Zatara Additional Tags: Confessions, Letters, Past Relationship(s), Secret Children, Child Abandonment, Regret, The Author Regrets Everything, (the author being me tbh) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aMPf6VN

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Thick Skull

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nl31Eqp by FeatherlessBiped They’ve been pining for over a year. By now, everyone knows they’re in love. Well, almost everyone. (Where Kirishima is a mess who thinks Bakugou doesn’t share his feelings, and the bakusquad has to figure out how to get the truth through his thick skull.) //Next update(s): 2023-11-01: ch.2 & ch.3 Words: 893, Chapters: 1/19, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Sero Hanta Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki, Ashido Mina & Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Post-Canon, like a year after the war, Bakugou Katsuki is Good at Feelings, he's not emotionally constipated because I said so, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Flirty Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Tease, Bakugou Katsuki is Whipped, Pining Kirishima Eijirou, Oblivious Kirishima Eijirou, Insecure Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou is a Mess, Kirishima Eijirou is Whipped, (attempted) Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Truth or Dare, The Pocky Game, First Kiss, Idiots in Love, idiots to lovers speedrun, Love Confessions, Ashido Mina is a Good Friend, Ashido Mina is So Done, Wingman Ashido Mina, Wingman Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Supportive Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Shinsou Hitoshi is in the Bakusquad, Minor Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Texting, Chatting & Messaging, chapter length not consistent: you’ve been warned, for reference this should end up around 15k read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nl31Eqp

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

More Than Friends?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6ZG3PBb

by amoldfield

Akane finally works up the courage to confess feelings for Nekomaru but their moment is interrupted by an (invited) guest.

Words: 893, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa Series, Super Dangan Ronpa 2

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Owari Akane, Nidai Nekomaru, Koizumi Mahiru

Relationships: Nidai Nekomaru/Owari Akane

Additional Tags: Fluff, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Confessions, Love Confessions

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6ZG3PBb

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“In Season 8 of Winx, there’s this weird step missing with Musa and Riven. In Episode 10 they had a huge fight, and in Episode 13 they cuddle like nothing’s happened. And later they are back to being lovers. While I thought Musa just hated him a minute ago. And since Musa and Riven hadn't talked for different episodes.”

[miraculousladybug-confessions]

“ Can people please stop complaining about Ladybug's suit design? Yeah, it's plain now, but it'll change when she's older” 

[easy-pete-confessions]

Easy Pete-za hut

[mauvecherie-writes]

Omg your request are open💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾

Can I request these prompts for

Florian

Wow. That outfit...oof. Here, let me help you get it off.” 

Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?”

How’re we gonna explain this?”

“I may or may not have left some....marks.”

Thank you

Breaking Bed.

PAIRING: Florian Munteanu x Black reader.

SUMMARY: Prompt 7: “I may or may not have left some… marks.”

37: “Wow, this outfit ...oof. Here, let me help you get it off.”

45: “Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?”

46: “How’re we gonna explain this?”

WARNING: 18+, Mature themes, sexual content, unprotected sex (wear a condom at all times please), minor dirty talk.

WORD COUNT: 893

NOTES: requested by @est1887.

It had been a friend’s get together but as the night went on, it turned out into a full blown party. The further the night progressed, the drunker and hornier you became. Your boyfriend, Florian, being a hunk of a man did not help your situation either. He was dressed in a simple black sweater matched with dark grey jeans with that chain that always always dangled in your face when he was above you. He had shaved his hair and beard for his upcoming role in The Borderlands film but he still held that air of dominance around him that made your pussy clench.

Masias and Sandro were taking too much of his attention and you couldn’t have that, You sauntered towards him. The straps of your green silk mini dress slipping down your shoulders, a drink in your hand and a mission in mind. Without a care, you stood in front of his friends and wrapped your fingers around his neck and tilted your head to the side. Florian smirked as he pulled you closer and let his hand naturally fall to your ass and caress it.

“Can I help you sweetheart?” He mumbled as he licked his lips as your bodies subconsciously swayed to the music playing. You stood on tiptoes and brushed your lips against his.

“I’m not wearing any underwear and I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

And that’s all it took for Florian to pick you up and you back to his home. He threw you onto the bed and watched you crawl towards him before standing on your knees in front of him. Your hands played with the front of his jeans.

He cradled you head in his large hands as he looked into your eyes and gave you a lazy smile. “Wow, this outfit ...oof.” He groaned as pecked your lips and let his lips trail down your jawline. “Here, let me help you get it off.” As much as he enjoyed watching your body move against the fabric of the dress, he knew that it’s be better on the floor of his bedroom.

After that, all the brakes were off. Your movements were rushed, clothes haphazardly thrown around the room before Florian turned you onto your stomach and roughly pushed through your walls. He didn’t hold back, fuelled by the alcohol in his system, he was relentless with his thrusts, no mercy for the damage induced on your body but you didn’t care, you welcomed the pain with the pleasure.

“Fuck Daddy, please keep fucking me like that.” You cried. Tears stained your face as you pulled on the sheets. You could feel the bed shake underneath you, the creaking of the frame echoing into the room, mixing with your moans.

“You love Daddy using you as his fuck toy don’t you?” Florian growled, his fingers digging into your flesh, your skin slapping against his powerful thighs.

“I fucking love it Daddy! Use me! Please, oh please! FUCK!” The large knot sat in the pit of your stomach as the tip of his cock pushed against your g-spot. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum!”

Florian wanted to see your face as you did so he switched your position. His body in between your legs, one hand holding you down by your waist as the other gripped the wooden headboard. As he rutted into your core, pushing deeper and harder, your long nails found his back and made them their home.

As he wrecked your body, you didn’t care about the damage you made to either of your bodies. You tighten your grip around his body, trapping him against you. In the whirlwind of your lust, you both failed to realise the weight of your bodies and the strains of your actions were weakening the bed frame until it was too late.

The loud crack and thud snapped you out of your haze and brought your movements to a halt. You and Florian looked at each other trying to make sense of what just happened.

“Oh my god! Did we just break the bed?” You mumbled as it dawned onto you, Before long, the two of you were in a fits of laughter. The mood drastically changed as Florian fell to the side of you, laughing harder. “You always go too damn hard for no fucking reason and now the bed is broken! Again!”

‘Well stop having some good ass pussy then!” he shrugged his shoulders and then slapped your ass which caused you to squeal and then giggle. He laid a kiss onto your ass before getting up from the bed and walking towards the bathroom. Your eyes felt onto his back and the sight caused you to gasp out loud.

“What?” Florian stopped in his tracks and turned to you with a frown of curiosity drawing on his features.

“I may or may not have left some … marks.” You confessed as you chewed on your bottom lip. He walked up to the mirror and then looked at the long and bright red marks lining his back.

“Babe!” He groaned in slight annoyance. “How are we gonna explain this? I have a photoshoot tomorrow.”

“We? This sounds like a personal problem to me.” He gave you one warning glare before diving onto the bed and tickling you.

“You’re gonna be sorry for that.” …

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[viewmasterfeeling]

Hi, welcome! Here's a list of the fics I've written :]

My ask box is open for fic prompts! i mostly write byler ficlets, but i'd be open to writing general ST stuff (more focused on the group dynamic and the UD/powers) too :>

I love collabs! Please message me if you're interested in collabing! :]

here's my ao3 - i'll hopefully be adding my ficlets here soon!

My fics

Old fic masterlist - older fics from 2020; i feel that my writing has improved a lot :]

Ficlets

love keeps you safe - 893 words, fluff and angst, established byler post-show

going, gone - 135 words, angst

ask game prompts O byler +13 - things you said at the kitchen table (268 words) O elmax + 6 - things you said under the stars and in the grass (610 words) O byler + 15 - things you said with too many miles between us (422 words)

library - 447 words, fluff, mike works at the library and will loves his boyfriend no matter how annoying he may be

warm my heart - 480 words, established byler fluff, will pov

Pre-Volume 1 Speculation

california sunset - 485 words, byler scene in the pizza van :]

mike wheeler speaking - 289 words, mike monologue

hand-hold ficlet - 232 words, byler speculation

heroes - 187 words, takes place during cali road trip, a little byler angst, internal monologue

love, mike - 685 words, letter from mike, so much angst but also byler, EDIT: I changed it from ‘from’ to ‘love’ :]

paper truths - 310 words, angst, season 4-ish

byler argument - 167 words, season 4 speculation, mike finds out about el getting bullied and will and mike argue about it, UPDATE i lowkey predicted the roller rink argument scene 😭

Pre-Volume 2 Speculation

"Will the Wise" - 235 words, season 4 fic, eddie hears about mike's old friend will the wise

mike in hiding - 581 words, season 4 byler scene + mike gets vecna'd

not yet - 545 words, vol2 byler scene speculation, mike asks will about his "crush", and neither of them are ready to say what they really mean

byler vecna concept - NOT A FIC, but a volume 2 concept that i'm now obsessed with; i might end up writing it

clock chimes - 300 words, another vecna mike fic <3

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[amive2567]

Ingredients: Kyoka Jirou x !fem Reader

Contains: Jirou uses she/they pronouns, confession, insecurities, self insert, anxiety, fear of rejection, OOC characters, maybe a bit unrealistic, open end, not proof read,

Words: 893

Type of order: hot chocolate (fluff), Cupcake (Oneshot), very small coffee (angst),

Masterlist

-> Confession: Rejection Version

You admired her from your back seat in class. Since the first time you talked to her in rescue class with Thirteen, you developed a small crush on her. Never had you thought that you developed more intense feelings for them. To be honest your conversations with each other have lessened. Only in sports class do you occasionally speak. The nervousness just took over you and you would probably be a stuttering mess. Sometimes you couldn't help yourself and watched her in class. It felt like you would stalk them. You observed that she noticed it now and then, especially when she turned around to Sero.

You understood, though, that she would never be yours. You came from two different worlds; she was the cool kid, while you and your lone friend were the outsiders. They had other pals, many more individuals in their lives who most likely liked them as well.

An exhausted sigh escaped your lips. You wanted to talk to her but the anxiety was too much. You already made a fool of yourself in front of her, you couldn't repeat that, she wouldn't like you. Felt like an idiot if you even opened your mouth in front of her. Maybe it was because of what happened with your last crush in middle school, but you didn't want to think about that time again. "miss L/N... miss L/N..." You heard your name and jumped out of your daydreaming. "Yes sir?" "Could you read the next paragraph?" "Err, yeah, of course." You had the misfortune of forgetting where you were since you were so preoccupied with fantasizing about a relationship with her. It was so embarrassing that your cheeks turned red. Midoriya turned around and whispered. "We're on page seven, line 20." A small smile spread across your face as you thanked him quietly. Damn this girl for making you crazy.

After class, you diapered in your dorm room. Another embarrassment. You grew tired of yourself. Why do you have to be so embarrassing? The mean voice inside your head told you once again that she would never love someone like you. How could anyone love you? You put on your headphones, listen to some music, and shut out your bad thoughts for a bit. But no chance, even the music reminded you of them. The giddy feeling didn't want to vanish when you imagined how you would kiss her. Every day you have been falling deeper in, and they have no idea. Besides, you are too scared to tell her.

A knock on your door caught your attention. "Come in" you mumbled, not ready for any conversation. "Hey, what are you doing?" softly inquired Koda, your best buddy. "Listening to music and thinking about them." "Sounds interesting, do you want to talk about your thoughts?" You turned off the music and sat up. "I just think that she doesn't like me. We never had a really deep conversation, we can't even be called friends. Just because I distanced myself, I hate myself. She could never love someone like me. I am embarrassing. Besides she has better people in her life that can make her happier, for example, Denki. She laughs with him all the time when he shortcuts. Maybe I'm just afraid of being rejected. I want to confess to her so badly, but I am just so scared." "Of sure, it's frightening, but she could like you. You can only guess what she's thinking. When you let your anxiety take over you, you will never know. A rejection might be hurtful, but you will be able to move on and find another person. People come and go, so just take your opportunity. Either way, it will turn out fine. I am here for you if you need a shoulder to cry on." Koda never talked so much in his life, and you were amazed that small tears run down your cheeks. "Thank you, Koda. You're the best." You embraced him tightly. "I'm still worried, but you're right. I will tell them, and then I know the answer."

On the next day, you mustered all of your bravery and tried to talk to her. "After the hero course, the last class for this day," you mumbled. Afterward, you could disappear into your room and wallow in sad self-pity. You took a deep breath and approached Jirou. "Hi, Jirou. Err, could we talk for a sec?" "Of course, what's up?" she asked. Momo and Denki went away, leaving you alone.

"Well, I am..." you fiddled with the hem of your sweater. Your palms got sweaty, and your knees got weak. Here we go... "I am in love with you, and I think you should know it, I am sorry. We never really talked a lot with each other, but I would like to date you. If you want that too, of course." you rambled. Her eyes widened, and their cheeks turned red. "For real? Do you mean it? "Yeah, of course." "I like you too, to be honest. We can try to date, and we will see how it turns out." To be honest you were too stunned to speak. "Wow, yeah, I would love to." You probably guessed by now that your cheeks were beet red. The butterflies in your tummy were having a party, and your smile reflected it.