#confession gone wrong

[aventurineswife]

About Valentine's Week Special

Can you do Ratio x reader who messes up their confession to him?

Ratio found a note in his desk that says “get out of my school” and it was actually reader who wanted to ask him to go on a date with him after school but got too shy to ask and intended to write “go out with me after school” but wrote the above instead

Say It Wrong, Make It Right

Summary: In a humorous and heartwarming Valentine's Week special, you try to confess your feelings to Ratio. However, your nerves get the best of you, and your note intended to ask him out instead says, “Get out of my school.” Ratio, initially confused and offended, eventually uncovers the truth behind your accidental blunder. With a rare smile and a touch of intellectual humor, he forgives you, leading to an unexpected yet sweet first date.

Tags: Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Crack Fic, Valentine's Week Special, Humor, Confession Gone Wrong, Romance, Awkward Situations, Lighthearted.

Warnings: Mild embarrassment, Miscommunication (note mishap).

The crisp sound of a note sliding across a desk broke the silence in the grand, book-filled lecture hall of the Intelligentsia Guild. Dr. Ratio, resplendent in his signature violet hair and gilded academic attire, arched a sharp eyebrow. A folded piece of paper had been tucked neatly among his meticulously arranged lecture materials.

It wasn’t unusual for students or colleagues to slip him notes—requests for feedback, invitations to debates, or even philosophical challenges. But this one was…different. The words scrawled across the page struck him like an unsolved paradox.

"Get out of my school."

For a moment, his brilliant mind short-circuited. He read the message again, tilting the note as if a different angle might offer clarity. Ratio frowned, a rare crack in his ever-confident façade. Was this…a declaration of rivalry? A disgruntled student's rebellion? A threat to his very presence in the academic world?

“Impossible,” he muttered, crumpling the note with an uncharacteristically indignant flourish. “Who would dare suggest such an intellectually void sentiment?”

Little did he know, hidden behind a bookshelf nearby, you—his most dedicated (and nervous) admirer—were suppressing a panic attack.

You hadn’t meant to insult the man you admired most in the universe. Quite the opposite, in fact. Your original intention had been to ask Ratio—genius extraordinaire, passionate educator, and your longtime crush—on a date.

But writing the note was harder than expected. You’d rewritten it at least twenty times, the final draft intended to read:

"Go out with me after school?"

But in your anxiety-fueled haste, you’d swapped the words. Now your awkward attempt at romance looked like a straight-up expulsion notice. And Ratio? He was thoroughly unimpressed.

You peeked around the corner just in time to see him march out of the lecture hall, his alabaster headpiece under one arm, and the offending note in his other hand. His muttering grew fainter as he strode away, but you caught snippets: “Ignorant…crude…unworthy of my intellect…”

You sank to the floor, face buried in your hands. “What have I done?”

The rest of the day passed in a haze of guilt and dread. By the time the final bell rang, you’d resolved to find Ratio and explain the misunderstanding. You tracked him down in his private study—a grand, duck-adorned sanctuary filled with intricate charts and shelves overflowing with books.

He was seated at his desk, his posture immaculate, the crumpled note smoothed out before him. His eyes bore into it as if trying to extract its hidden meaning. When you entered, his gaze snapped to you.

“Ah, the instigator of this…” he gestured dramatically to the note, “intellectual atrocity. Care to explain yourself?”

You winced. “I—I didn’t mean it! I swear!”

Ratio leaned back, crossing his arms with a mixture of suspicion and intrigue. “Then what, pray tell, was the intent behind this baffling message?”

Your face turned crimson as you fumbled for words. “I, um… I was trying to ask if…if you’d go out with me after school…”

Ratio blinked, his formidable intellect apparently momentarily unable to process your words. “…Go out? With me?”

You nodded frantically, every fiber of your being screaming for the floor to swallow you whole. “Yes! I wanted to ask you on a date, but I—I panicked, and I messed up the note…”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, to your utter disbelief, Ratio threw back his head and laughed. It wasn’t a mocking laugh but rather a genuine, amused chuckle that softened the sharp edges of his usual demeanor.

“By the Aeons,” he said, still smiling, “you managed to turn a simple confession into what I assumed was an eviction notice. Fascinating. Truly, you may be the only person alive capable of such…creative phrasing.”

You stared at him, mortified. “I’m so sorry. I understand if you think I’m ridiculous—”

Ratio stood abruptly, his imposing presence suddenly a little less intimidating. “Ridiculous? Hardly. Your error was unique, if nothing else. And as someone who values ingenuity…” He offered you a small, rare smile. “I suppose I can forgive it.”

Your heart soared. “Does that mean…you’ll go out with me?”

He studied you for a moment, then nodded. “Very well. But only under one condition.”

“What is it?”

He leaned in slightly, his eyes gleaming with intellectual mischief. “You must promise never to write me another note unsupervised.”

You burst out laughing, relief washing over you. “Deal.”

As the two of you left his study together, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, your disastrous confession had been the start of something extraordinary.

[arandomsingleguy]

The worst she can say is no-

She - I'm committed AND I'm pregnant.

[hopeswriting]

daily life arc miura haru. does anyone know who i'm talking about. do you guys remember her. i still can't believe what happened to her 😔

[ii-meeple-confessions]

Something that's haunting my brain is the thought that--assuming MePhone and 3GS's emotional processors work close enough to human brains for this to work the same way--it will probably take them YEARS to even BEGIN to fully process their trauma.

I'm not sure if this is true of everyone, but I know that generally, your brain doesn't start fully processing things like trauma or grief until it feels safe to do so. (It's why you might be fine at a funeral, but then when you step into your bedroom you suddenly burst into tears. Or in terms of trauma, it's why abuse survivors have a risk of going BACK to their abusers because once they get away from them and get someplace safe, they suddenly start feeling WORSE, because their brain is finally unpacking everything.)

MePhone and 3GS? Yeah they got away from Cobs. But now they're left in a weird, uncertain position. MePhone wants to give the contestants space so he probably won't hang around the island. But where do they go from there? Meeple HQ? Maybe at first, but they're sure not going to feel SAFE there.

They'll probably wind up traveling someplace else they've never been before. Maybe they'll travel to several places before they find a more permanent home, or maybe they'll just become comfortable with a life of travel. Either way, it's probably going to be a while before they have a home, or at least a place they truly feel safe.

And THEN it hits them. Their processors have decided it's safe to do so, and begin to unpack their trauma, and it SUCKS. Just when they felt they were doing better, they suddenly feel worse than they have in YEARS. Worse than when Cobs shut 3GS in the closet. Worse than when MePhone lost everything and Cobs went all-out physically attacking him. (MePhone especially is going to have it rough because he had NO TIME to fully take in how bad everything was as it was happening. 3GS ironically might fare slightly better because he at least had time to think through things in that closet, awful as that was.) Hopefully at this point they'll have built up a support network of some sort so they can have SOMEONE to help them, but man, they're in for a rough time.

But that's how it goes. Things get worse before they get better, and hopefully things really will start getting better for these two.

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[1130archives]

au where bakugo tries confessing to todoroki by giving him the top button of his uniform (closest to his heart) but todoroki doesn’t understand and is just like ??? thanks for the button ig ???? so bakugo takes it as a rejection but todoroki is actually just a little slow :((((

[yowyowyaoi]

*Tobi walks into the living room where everyone is sitting*

Tobi: I have something important to say, and I want everyone to hear it.

Tobi: Deidara, I’m in love with you. I have been for a year. I’ve been respectful and kept my distance because I know you were in love with Sasori, and grieving him, but now that a respectable amount of time has passed, I feel it’s the perfect opportunity to confess that I’m an Uchiha and secretly the leader of the Akatsuki my love for you. I already consider you to be my best friend, and now I’d like to pursue something more. We can go as slow as you need, and we can take the time to truly get to know each other, before we take our relationship to a higher dimension. Perhaps, we can begin with a date tonight? Dinner at a restaurant of your choice?

Everyone else:

Deidara, tearing up: I … I don’t know what to say, hm! D-dinner sounds great! Let me go freshen up! *runs from room*

Konan: That was the sweetest, most romantic thing I’ve ever seen!

Zetsu: Tobi, we wish you many blessings in this new chapter of yours and Deidara’s lives!

Kisame: I’m sorry but did NOBODY ELSE catch the other thing he said?! Itachi, surely you heard it??

Itachi: What I heard was a beautiful display of raw honesty and genuine feeling. An exemplary confession. Much better than, say, leaving a note with sticky dango inside of it that says “Do you like me? Please circle Yes or No” on someone’s pillow.

Kisame:

Kisame: I’d be more ashamed of that IF you hadn’t still eaten the dango, ‘Tachi.

[americanunderground]

Submission: Reslife Gone Wrong

Our university doesn’t give resident assistants a full meal plan— only partial. Our paychecks are less than $200 a month. We’re also not allowed to have another job unless given ‘special approval.’

When we ask how we’re supposed to afford to eat and pay bills, we’re told to take out more loans or just get money from family. I don’t know how they can say stuff like that with a straight face.

[tdlosk-confessions]

I wish people would make fics about S3 ep2 because it's just SO so... yeah it's so fucking bad and good, (ALSO MOD IF U HAVE IDEAS GIVE THEM!! LET EITHER MAKE A FIC OR EAT THE IDEA.)

[Confession 341]

[amurder-ofcrows]

so my mom is catholic but i was raised without much religion for reasons i won't get into, so i don't know much about catholicism outside of aesthetic posts on tumblr and the show midnight mass, so we passed the local catholic church yesterday (saturday) and my dad (jewish) was like wow they're empty, and my mom said they were preparing for 5pm mass and reconciliation, and i never heard the term "reconciliation" before and i just kinda asked "... with God?" which made my mom laugh and go "kinda!" and then explained that it's one of the terms for confession and i felt like an idiot lol

[moniquegibaeu]

My ocs but I didn't feel like drawing, this ain't even their canon designs

[threefuckencrowsinaleatherjacket]

I’m never gonna get over the guy in s3e15 who, when asked if he wanted to catch the guy who stole his kidney, asked if it would get him his kidney back and when he was told no decided he didn’t care that much ab catching the guy bc what’s the point

[floralb0t]

ok ok. hear me out. Legend banquet event, Incredibly Black Tie Affair, assigned seating, paparazzi kind of everywhere. the whole works. Mirage is seated next to bloodhound. (hes known for two weeks about this. It weighs on him. he's got a habit of getting drunk and waxing poetic) and so he decides to not drink that night just in case he lets something slip to them accidentally, or to the legions of 'razi around.

Except he doesn't want to make it look any different than normal. So he's still pretending all his drinks are alcoholic and faking getting more drunk all night.

But Bloodhound notices. He's acting. weird. Just ever so slightly off compared to normal. They go fishing for information from him, trying to figure out why, and they've got such a focus on it the entire night, that they, slightly tipsily accidentally let slip just enough that the razi are now accusing them of having the crush on him and not the other way around.

[quackquackcey]

Follow the Scent

For the @drarrymicrofic​ prompt (Nov 25th): ‘crown’. 50 words.  

“I can’t believe my letter got sent to Parvati!”

Pansy didn’t respond.

Draco burrowed in his blankets. “And I forgot to write his name!”

A kiss on the crown of his head.

“You forgot to sign your name, too,” laughed Harry. “You’re lucky I know the scent of your cologne.”

Read more on AO3 or click here for the #fic: h/d microfics tag.

[sunofmoon]

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