#confession 130

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

Confession #130

"Given that Kazons and Pakleds have reputations for not being the most intelligent species in the quadrants, I wonder what would happen if a Kazon and a Pakled had a kid together or got the Tuvix treatment."

[rededgecitycouncil]

Flynn is so hot, he makes my teeth sweat @flynnxgilbert

[dr-will-wood-confessions-is-dead]

i made some will wood minecraft parodies and i was told in the comments section that apparently he(willwood) is at the very least aware of and has listened to one. extremely harrowing thought. just terrible. i think about it sometimes and get scared

[jttwconfessions]

Man, Chow’s Journey to the West Demon Strike back’s Sun Wukong barely gets enough talk. Most of his movie adaptation don’t get talk much about, but I love introducing it to people.

[tmf-confessions]

confession #133

confession by @miiukan

Tbh if I was a student in rosemeadow high I would probably bully the absolute fuck outta the music club too /hj

[the-better-pokeblr-confessions]

number 130 anon here

Yeah we're dating now

Yeah it was pretty romcom esque

I'm cringe but I'm happy <3

#158

[the-travelling-witch]

This I found funny, some girl in my class just said outloud^^

I got banned on Roblox for saying go back to Wattpad ur not the main character

why would anyone get banned over that jshhs that’s like the most tame thing you can say

but oh that brings back memories…

[thir10th]

ciao, bella! - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

summary: you love your polyglot girlfriend TW: smut, oral sex, dirty talk, language kink (i don't actually speak Italian so i apologize for any possible mistakes), hair-pulling, i think that's it A/N: requests are welcome! i still have some drafts to finish first tho. Like and reblog, any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated! <3

The hours seem to pass so slowly when there's nothing you can do.

You're sitting on one of those uncomfortable chairs on that bullpen, a cup of coffee running cold on your hand. Staring at te board with all the names and pictures, you were starting to memorize it.

Morgan and Emily enter the room, the main suspect handcuffed and struggling to get away from Morgan's hard grip. Emily takes er bulletproof vest off to enter the interrogation room, you and Hotch following behind. She happened to be the only one who spoke italian on the team, so this one was hers.

You had profiled the unsub as the classical sexist, misogynist, scared of women over 130 pounds, or like you liked to call them- the unresolved mommy issues type.-

Your girlfriend was gonna eat him up alive, and you could not be more proud.

Morgan and Emily enter the room, he tells him to sit down, which he does seem to understand. Hotch and you watch the scene from the other side of the glass, your eyesnever leave Emiy, she carefully reads the file, in complete silence, making him nervous, until she starts speaking.

You certainly weren't expecting it, although you should've. It wasn't the first time you heard her speak other languages. Arabic, Russian, even Spanish, she always sounded so smooth, mysterious even, but there was just something about this exact moment, the way she challenged him, antagonized him, it was easy to tell she had complete control of the conversation despite that you could not understand a single word of what nether of them was saying.

Your braking point is when they start an argument, you cant really tell what it's about but she shoots from her seat, hitting the table hardly with a strong hand, you excuse yourself. You had to get out of there if you wanted to be able to finish the day.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

it takes you less than a second when she closes the door of your shared hotel bedroom behind herself, to wrap your arms around her waist, connecting your mouth to hers, pushing her body against the door.

"wow, not that I'm complaining but, what's got you all riled up?" she asks, a big smile on her face, the second you separate to catch your breath

"nothing... it's just..." you doubtfully say, her eyes scanning you, going from your eyes, to your lips, back to you eyes, both of you heavy breathing into each other.

"c'mon, spit it out" she says, leaving soft pecks on your lips to get you to talk

"just you, your voice" you confess "you know... when-"

"you like hearing me speak Italian?" she finishes for you, grabs you by your waist, and switches places with you, now she's pushing you against the door, running her hands down your back, reaching your ass giving it a gentle squeeze which makes you jump in your place.

"a little bit" you admit. Emily grins, cocky and gorgeous, she slips her hand into your pants and underwear, running two gentle fingertips up your center, collecting your slit, she shows you her hand, a proud smile on her face, you squirm underneath her touch

"this doesn't look like a bit to me" she kisses your cheek, your neck, you bring your lips to hers, your tongue slipping over her lower lip, in the desperate attempt that she’ll grant you access "Questo è quello che volevi?" you cannot control the moan that escapes your lips, her voice is soft, smooth, it makes you feel things, you kiss her again, this time she complies, granting you access.

She pushes you even harder against the door, her free hand finds its way underneath your shirt, you're not wearing a bra which gives her free access, she lets her fingers dance over your sensitive nipples, your breath becoming quicker with each passing second. “Please, Emily, I-” you got cut off as she sharply took one of her nipples into her fingers and twisted it, the pain quickly turning into pleasure

"what's that? or, should i say che dici?" you can't form any coherent words, you just let out a deep breath, grabbing you by the waist, she forces you onto the bed, her hips aggressively sitting on top of yours

"aww, la mia bambina è nervosa perché le piace che parli italiano?" she's loving the teasing, she loves making you nervous but mostly she loves how worked up she's getting you with only a couple of words.

She placed soft kisses all over your breasts, her lips wrap around your nipple, licking the rosy bud, her teeth softly tugging and nipping the sensitive area, you moan in pleasure.

Finally, she moves her mouth down, placing soft kisses all over your stomach, filling it with butterflies. She unbuttons your pants, aggressively taking off your underwear with them.

Even though you had her exactly where you wanted her, she was still too clothed. You pull on her shirt, hoping to get the message across, as your mind was all nice and fuzzy, she just put her hands up, so you could clumsily remove her shirt, leaving her in her bra and workpants.

"Em, please, just please" you cry desperately for her to finally finish what she started. You moan out as she forcefully shoved a finger up your dripping pussy, licking a strap long of your slit.

"ti piace questo tesoro?" you know you're in for a long ride, now that she knows that you like her Italian, she will be taking advantage of it, not that you're complaining, obviously.

"I don't understand a word of this, but it's working" you say, closing your eyes in pleasure,  your hands pulling on her hair, in a desperate attempt to pull her closer to where you needed her the most.

She was going slow just lapping up your juices, her tongue enjoying the taste of you, how drenched you were. Her lips finally met your clit, licking over the bundle of nerves, sucking the hardened bud.

"Oh fuck, yes baby don't stop" She began fucking you faster and harder, using her fingers, loving the wet sounds your pussy was making around them. Her fingers curled at the perfect spot inside you making your eyes roll back into your head. Her mouth sucking on your clit, her fingers drilling roughly into your pussy was bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Please, Em, I'm going to-"

"andiamo tesoro, puoi venire" you can only assume that's her way of approving, you came all over her mouth, her fingers, she lets you ride your high, and then collapses over you, laying on your side.

You open your eyes and see her laying next to you, playing softly with a strand of your hair, you need to catch your breath before you can return the favour.

"Who would've said that it would only take me speaking Italian to make you this horny ugh?" she asks, a playful grin on her face.

"It's just something about the accent i think, or maybe just the way you sound, i don't know, but you looked so sexy in the interrogation room today" you try to explain

"Well lucky for you, i'm fluent" you move to kiss her lips

"however there's someone else who can also speak Italian, right?" your mouth falls open when you realize what she means "OH! No, Emily! Why did you have to bring Rossi up now? You're ruining it" you close your eyes trying to erase that image from your head, Emily giggles "I'm sorry! C'mon, Scusa, amore mio, ti amo" she kisses you cheek, your lips, your face "Ok that one i know what it means" you hold her face in your hands, trapping her lips between yours, kissing her in return, her voice and herself the only thing on your mind again.

"C'mon baby" you straddle her hips "It's your turn, tesoro"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

[madame-fear]

˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 + 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 ˎˊ˗

ೀ amira speaks! : part two of my fluff + smut prompt lists for requests, check them out here! requests are currently closed. remember to specify who says what to who when requesting! 彡 last updated : 08/03/2024 — ♡

116. (character) is talking to someone about you. they try to hide how they feel about you, but it’s quite obvious. “I like them a normal amount.” character says, “we get along, we’re just friends.” “and you’re a friend... who stares at them smiling to yourself like an idiot?” “shut up, you know nothing.”

117. lazy morning kisses and cuddles.

118. “so wet already? I barely even touched you. You must be quite needy.” (smut)

119. “Can I touch you over here?” (smut)

120. “Do you like it like this? Or should I go slower?” (smut)

121. “You’re blushing, that’s cute.” “Shut up, stupid.” (specify who says this to who)

122. “Can I please hold your hand?”

123. “You’ll have to beg for that.” (smut, specify scenario if possible)

124. “Please, if you could stay with me for the night, I would be grateful. I need you.”

125. (character)’s friends discreetly playing matchmaking by placing both of you in places where you can be alone together. You’re both oblivious to your mutual pining, so at one point they force (character) to ask you out for once and for all.

126. “They gave us... One bed?” “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” (could end in smut, or simply fluffy teasing)

127. “I think I might be dying... These may be my last words.” “It’s a small fever. If you don’t quit whining, the only thing killing you today will be my bare hands around your neck.”

128. “Touch yourself for me.” (smut)

129. “Your breasts are cold. Can I warm them with my hands?” “No.” “Pleeeeeeaseeeeee?” “Fine, but stop staring at my with those sad puppy eyes.” (smut)

130. Pillowfighting with (character). (Character) is better at it than you, but when you complain about it, they let you win because they genuinely feel bad.

131. Drunken love confessions to you.

132. Same as 131, but with you being drunk and confessing your love to (character).

133. “Don’t you like being all marked by me? Look at you, everyone will know you’re mine.” (smut)

134. “Someone might see us!” “Isn’t that the fun of it, love?” (smut)

135. “You are one pretty little whore. My pretty little whore.” (smut)

136. (character) gently removing your hands from your very flustered face after you give each other your first kiss, finding them smiling to themselves at how adorable you are.

137. “Who hurt you? I’ll get my revenge on them.”

138. “I could warm you up... From the inside.” (smut)

139. character introduces you to someone. “this is my girlfriend/wife!” (specify). you turn to them in confusion, becoming flustered. “yeah... your girlfriend/wife.”

140. “Stop stealing the blankets!” “Gods you’re so oblivious- I want you to come closer and cuddle me to seek warmth!”

141. “Why should I look up at the stars, when you have a whole constellation in your pretty eyes?” (so cheesy, woops)

142. “How come you were in love with me all this time?!” “I THOUGHT I HAD BEEN OBVIOUS ENOUGH ALREADY!”

143. “Look elsewhere, and I stop.” (smut)

144. “You have such a pretty, delicate little mouth. You surely take my cock so well.” (smut)

145. (character) lifting you from the floor, taking you in their arms, and happily swriling you around the place after not seeing each other for quite some time.

146. “We should film this.” (smut)

147. “Go fuck yourself.” “Only if you watch.” (could be smut or not, specify!)

[lunastrophe]

BG3 Drow Lore 🕷️ Minthara's alurlssrin

Alurlssrin is a drow term Minthara uses to describe the bond she shares with Tav - but what does it precisely mean?

🕷️ Alurlssrin In BG3 - alurlssrin appears in some specific Minthara’s lines, when the player character romances her. According to Narrator, it is …a word used rarely, describing the deepest bonds of trust and love.

When asked about it, Minthara says simply that alurlssrin means “love” and confesses that she never really expected to use it. In another line, she seems to be convinced that alurlssrin is the kind of bond that can be life-lasting.

When Tav tries to reciprocate, saying: I alurlssrin you too, Minthara – with a hint of amusement – explains that alurlssrin is a noun.

The alurl- part may suggest that this word means “the best” kind of an emotional bond, or something close to it (alurl – “best, foremost” in Drowic).

🕷️ Alurlssrin And Ssinssrigg - in R. A. Salvatore’s The Legacy, it is stated that …there is no word in the drow language for love. The closest word (...) is ssinssrigg, but that is a term better equated with physical lust or selfish greed.

Ssinssrigg is another term that appears in one of Minthara’s lines, when the player character romances her, but does not have her high approval. She says then: What we share is no more than ssinssrigg, a passion that burns fierce, but has no foundation.

But... since according to drow lore, there is no word for “true” love in Drowic – and the closest term is ssinssrigg - where did alurlssrin come from?

🕷️ Drow Words For Love - alurlssrin was first mentioned by Ed Greenwood in his post (TheEdVerse, Twitter, Jan. 2023) about Eilistraee and drow words for love:

Eilistraee knows all the drow words for love, and the elvish ones, too. The Drow words are: alurlssrin = unselfish, deep love, raggath = act of love (lovemaking), lurraggath = act of love (sacrificial or noble deed), ssinssrigg = passion, lust, greed, longing, love.

(Among elvish words for love, apparently also known to Eilistraee, there is nor = love, essence of passion. It also appears in one of Minthara's lines, when she calls her lover ust-nor - thank you to @vspin for messaging me about this!)

It seems, then, that alurlssrin is a drow word that is known to Eilistraee and most likely to her followers...

...but Lolth-sworn drow – or at least Menzoberranyr drow – do not know / use it. 🤔 So how is it possible that Minthara, a (former) paladin of Lolth from Menzoberranzan, is familiar with it?

🕷️ Alurlssrin In Minthara's Vocabulary

I have a feeling that alurlssrin appears in Minthara’s lines simply because a drow word for deep, true love was needed for the dialogue. Still, I tried to come up with some more lore-adequate explanations:

🕷️ Some Very Old Word – perhaps in Menzoberranzan, alurlssrin is a half-forgotten archaism that is no longer regularly used, but an educated (or bookwormish) drow can still stumble across it in centuries-old books and figure out its meaning.

🕷️ Language Of Heretics – as a paladin of Lolth, it is possible that Minthara came to contact with Eilistraeans – or with their culture – at some point. She might be even trained to recognize this particular kind of “heresy”, learning symbols and words popularly used among the followers of Eilistraee... alurlssrin included.

🕷️ Not So Unknown Anymore – language tends to change over time, and between the quote from The Legacy and the events of Baldur’s Gate 3, there is a gap of over 130 years. Maybe during this time, alurlssrin term became less unknown in Menzoberranzan? Although considering its connection to Eilistraee and her cult, this may be the least likely explanation.

Regardless of everything, the fact that Minthara calls the bond between her and Tav alurlssrin is certainly meaningful. Typically, many drow like her might not be exactly (or at all) familiar with a sheer concept of deep, unselfish, lasting love...

For more of my drow lore ramblings, feel free to check my pinned post 🕷️

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 130 }

3RROR.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

notes: unedited; canon divergent...

sung jinwoo always knew that deep down, he would forever belong to cha hae-in-

so when the system provided him a message that told him he would know of his fated one within a week's time, the shadow monarch felt a bit concerned.

he kept on staring blankly at the message that popped up within his periphery, eyebrows furrowed in utter and complete confusion. what was the system trying to tell him?

surely, it would reveal to him that cha hae-in was his fated one right? there was no mistaking that he felt so comfortable around her. he had gotten stronger for her, even protected her from the dangers of the world.

he recalls all the fond memories he had together with her, and the many nights he spent laying in bed with her- having late night conversations about nothing and everything all at once.

when she confessed to him after joining his guild, jinwoo swore that he became so ecstatic. never once had he felt such immeasurable joy before in his life.

"cha hae-in is everything to me."

jinwoo found himself stating with confidence, simply ignoring the system's message to him as he swipes the transparent blue screen away from him.

it was probably nothing to worry about. after all...

he was certain the system would flash him an image of cha hae-in, further confirming his beliefs that they were meant to be together in this universe- and each and every one beyond and in between.

the young hunter stopped worrying about it then, the strange message all but disappearing from his mind when he receives a call from his beloved girlfriend. all too eager to talk to her, he answers on the second ring.

"sarang...hello, how was your day?"

{ ... }

the days pass by him in a blur, with jinwoo feeling like he was on top of the world. after enjoying his date together with cha hae-in, they spend the night together in bed. he listens to her talking about plans for their upcoming mission, and their date afterwards.

"so i was wondering, did you want to try out this new restaurant with me?"

he was ready to answer her when a sudden message pops up from his periphery. jinwoo bites down on his bottom lip, unable to answer her as his eyes take in the screen that he knew hae-in couldn't see.

"jinwoo?" her soft voice calls out to him, yet all he could see was the system's flashing message hovering over him.

the shadow monarch's fated one...

a morbid curiosity fills him, and the young man was confident that it would flash hae-in's name, or her face. he waits with bated breath, watching the screen flash once more before revealing a picture-

a picture that did not display cha hae-in's beautiful face.

instead, he came face to face with a different young woman, one who had a more unique beauty in comparison to hae-in. his mouth turns dry, taking in her features and the color of her eyes. he was only able to catch a glimpse of the strange, new girl and her name before the screen fades to black.

3RR0R 3RR0R 3RR0R 333333333333333333

a slew of error messages were seen, causing jinwoo's eyes to water slightly as his head began to pound, feeling overwhelmed-

and it all stopped, immediately replacing the girl's picture with cha hae-in's profile and her name printed below in neat lettering.

cha hae-in.

jinwoo felt cold now, unable to think clearly as he kept going back to that strange image of that girl- the woman that wasn't cha hae-in. for some odd reason, just recalling her photo was enough to make jinwoo's heart pound.

"jin!" a sudden cry of his name breaks him out of his reveries, with his silvery eyes meeting with hae-in's stormy gaze. "are you alright? what's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"it's nothing." there was a sudden hoarseness in jinwoo's voice, and he was praying that she would not realize that something was innately wrong with him. ever since the system showed him a picture of that strange girl before switching back to hae-in, he knew that he was caught in a turmoil.

what did this mean?

who are you?

but he bites back those feelings, simply taking cha hae-in within his embrace, hoping that her close proximity would force his heart to remember who it truly belonged to-

"jinwoo?"

"let's just go to sleep, sarang. it's been a long day..."

he refuses to accept that visions of the strange girl were what invaded his dreams now, making his life a bit more complicated than it already was.

{ ... }

months had passed since that time, and he struggled to find answers.

all throughout his mind, he kept seeing that picture... repeating the name over and over again, the name of his first 'fated one.'

he repeats it so many times, but always away from his girlfriend. and he honestly felt so guilty, putting such a distance between them. she was the first one, the one who was by his side and even admitted her love to-

yet why did the system show him a different girl? was it really an error-

or was he the one who made the mistake?

he didn't know what to do. all he knew was that he couldn't keep ignoring cha hae-in's texts and calls-

and in order to do that, he had to get closure.

he had to find her.

so he spent yet another day searching, after he finished his missions and duties as a guild master, he explores the streets of seoul, never once daring to stop until he could see the mysterious woman.

just as jinwoo was crossing the street, he catches sight of a familiar head of hair, watching the rich color of it shining from beneath the sunlight. jinwoo's mind went blank, tasting the faint scent of her perfume and strawberry shampoo when she passes by him without a second glance.

and he knew that he was doomed then-

because you were beautiful.

{ ... }

you felt happy, simply going on with your day as you decided to go to your favorite bookstore. it had been a rough week for you, with your job becoming more stressful than ever.

along with your normal job, you moonlight as a healer for the hunter's association. you weren't part of a guild, but helped other guilds when needed. because of the fact that you were basically balancing two jobs, you end up not having as much free time.

so, you decided to treat yourself to something nice when you did have some free time.

in just a couple of minutes, you enter your favorite bookstore and began browsing for something nice to read. your exploration takes you to near the back wall, where you saw a book that you liked.

just as your hand reaches up to grab it, you found that someone else takes it away from you, making you frown in response.

a word of protest was about to escape from your parted lips when it suddenly dies within your throat. in front of you was a tall young man, and he had to be the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. with soft, wavy strands of jet black and and grey eyes, you were captivated by him.

he scans the cover of the book that you wanted and flashes you a tiny smile. "did you want this?"

you had to fight back the heat that was threatening to dye your cheeks upon hearing the sound of his voice. "y-yes, i did want this book, but..."

your question dies on your lips when he flashes you a perfect smile. "no problem, let me buy this book for you then."

you were taken aback by his sudden kindness. "ah, no! you don't need to do that!"

"but i insist."

"i can b-buy it myself."

"consider it a gift."

"w-what if i want a different book?"

"then i guess i'll buy you the other book, too."

you were feeling flustered now, knowing that this beautiful stranger would not back down. "o-okay... fine then..."

he gives you a triumphant smile, suddenly stepping closer to you as he leans down to get a better look at your face.

"do you wish to repay me...?"

"y-yes..." you tell him, feeling your breath get stuck within your throat.

"then, tell me your name..."

his tone was soft, yet there was a hard edge in his eyes, appearing like he was hiding something from you. with a shiver, you tell him the syllables that make up your name, with him repeating your name in a bit of a seductive tone-

one that was a bit too intimate for you.

he appears torn for a brief second, meeting your eyes before looking away from you. "my name's jinwoo sung..."

"jinwoo." you test his name against your lips, and there was a sudden intense expression seen within his gaze.

"can you do one more thing for me as repayment?" jinwoo suddenly asks you, giving you little chance to respond as you could only nod at him.

"...join me for some coffee."

and who were you to say no to this gorgeous stranger?

{ ... }

his mind was telling him that this was wrong-

but oh, did it feel so right being with you like this.

he offers you the cup of coffee he bought before sitting across from you, already growing intrigued by you as the minutes pass.

you looked adorable, sitting across from him while clutching your newly purchased book close to your chest. he found your mannerisms to be adorable, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

"so, tell me about yourself."

jinwoo tries to reign in his emotions, doing his best to put on a nonchalant front as he willed his heart to stop beating so fast for you ( regardless of how hard it was ).

you end up giving him a kind smile, "i currently moonlight as a healer."

"is that so? and your rank?"

"ah, close to a b-rank, it's hard, but i don't mind helping hunters and their goals on eliminating the monsters that enter our world."

"yeah...?" jinwoo tries to stop his heart from beating too fast, but he could not deny that you were far lovelier up close and in person. the sweet scent of your perfume was enough to get him drunk off of you-

but he had to stop.

he had to find reasons to not want you- to hate you even.

because could he do this to cha hae-in? could he admit to her that the system gave him such a strange message, showing him your face instead of hers while calling you his fated one?

jinwoo didn't think he could bear it.

so he asks questions, a million questions that got personal.

what's your family like?

what are your goals?

what is your deepest desire and dreams?

and shockingly, he found that you had answered every single one of his questions with complete honesty-

and how they matched up perfectly with his own goals and ideals.

you, who had a loving family that raised you with care and a younger sibling.

you, who had a strong desire to protect and save others, which was why you trained so hard to be a healer.

you, who's deepest desire was to be loved and start a family with your fated one.

it was all too much for him.

jinwoo stands from his seat then, unable to handle being in your presence for a moment longer.

"i'm sorry, this was a mistake, an error. just... forget about me."

"w-what? jinwoo, what do you mean, why did you-"

"i have a fiancée, her name is cha hae-in, and i love her deeply." jinwoo watches as a hurt expression crosses your features, willing for the pang in his chest to go away. "i only wanted to speak to you out of mere curiosity, nothing more and nothing less. you can keep that book as my gift to you."

he looks away from you, not daring to look back at you even as his heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

{ ... }

the next several months were like agony to him, and he could not seem to think straight.

his mind kept on replaying the confused, and hurt expression that warps your beauty. he could still see the tears brimming in your eyes-

because he had hurt you out of nowhere, for seemingly no good reason.

and not only that, but he was hurting cha hae-in as well.

jinwoo knew he had to come clean to her, that he had never been the same once the system did that to him. because his heart was in such a turmoil as of late, he went all out on his explorations of the dungeon, ripping apart each and every one of the monsters he comes across with his legions of shadows.

only when he was certain that every beast was eliminated did he finally stop, coming back home near the early hours of dawn. the moment he opens his door, he was met face to face with cha hae-in.

tears were brimming in her eyes when she stands from her spot on the couch, finally confronting him.

"jinwoo, what's gotten into you? you've been acting so distant with me, and it... it hurts, jinwoo."

he feels his heart twisting in response to her pain, yet he could do little to reverse what had already happened-

jinwoo had fallen out of love with her...

and he could not stop thinking about you.

jinwoo lifts up a hand in a poor attempt to try and comfort her, yet... he could not bring himself to do so. with a sigh of her name, jinwoo gets down on his knees for her.

"you will not forgive me for this, but, you have to know."

he then confesses to her about the system and the messages it had been giving him, going straight to the point as the system showed him that his fated one was not her at first, but you instead.

"i only caught a glimpse of her and her name, b-but then, it faded to black and revealed you to me. but by that point, i was already too far gone..."

"i actively searched for her, doing my best to convince myself that when the system flashed another woman's picture, that it was a mistake. that there was no way she could be the one for me when i have been with you for so long."

"but when i found her... god, i knew it was over."

tears were streaming down cha hae-in's face, turning her eyes red as she physically slapped him across his face. jinwoo could feel the stinging pain, his face already beginning to bruise when he weakly calls out to her.

"cha hae-in, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry-"

"you were right. we- we're... we're over sung jinwoo." he could tell that cha hae-in was struggling to keep her voice even, anguish painting her tone when she screams at him, "get out, just...GO!"

not wishing to hurt her for a second longer, jinwoo stands back to his full height, unable to meet her gaze as she began to sob uncontrollably. his heart was breaking into two, forcing himself to step outside of the apartment complex and into the pouring rain.

he felt so broken now, and it was while he was at his lowest point that he heard a voice mocking him.

my, humans are such fickle creatures after all.

he freezes, not even feeling the needle-like rain anymore as he clenches his fists in response.

"you... you did this to me?!"

a cruel laughter was all that was heard, making jinwoo's eyes glow an iridescent violet as he looks around him, his shadow already shifting in response to his turmoil.

"tell me, WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?!"

isn't it obvious? for the fun of it all.

jinwoo was breathing heavily, listening as the voice seemed to laugh, surrounding him with the sound.

i did it as a mere test, to see if your heart would falter for even the slightest bit. there are no such things as soulmates or fated ones, since they are a mere fairytale made up by humans.

you never had a fated one; i simply flashed you that woman's picture to see how you would react. you have given me quite the show, shadow monarch.

his blood was rushing through his ears, somehow finding a strange sense of comfort within the system's words.

"tell me where she lives."

...

"i said...show me where she lives at this very moment."

it takes a few minutes, and jinwoo was close to breaking the system had it not been for a new notification appearing before him, showing an address that he was certain would lead him back to you.

{ ... }

you couldn't bring yourself to read the book jinwoo had purchased for you-

because each time you would look at it, you would begin to burst out into tears.

why was he so cruel to you?

and why did he act like he was interested in you, only to rip apart your hopes when he tells you about his fiancée...

gods, were you really this stupid?

much like how you were feeling, your heart was still crying like the storm settled outside of your apartment. the rain kept pelting at your windows, and you found yourself falling into a deeper depression.

"i can't stop thinking about him."

your voice comes out as broken, unable to smile weeks later, after he had left you so suddenly. you let out soft sniffles while holding your blanket close.

perhaps you should order something to eat, to help with cheering yourself up.

the heavens knew just how little you had been taking care of yourself, which made you feel even more pathetic-

jinwoo wasn't supposed to mean anything to you- you knew that for a fact-

but still, you couldn't stop yourself from hoping.

he just felt so perfect for you... with his kind eyes and easy smile-

it was difficult to not fall in love with him.

shaking your head, you go back to your phone to order your favorite foods, paying for it all as you prayed that eating such delicious meals will help with cheering you up. once you were done ordering, you decided to wash your face, wanting to cleanse yourself of your tears as you did your best to feel happy once more.

about ten minutes have passed when you heard someone knocking at your door. you look at the clock on your wall and frown.

did takeout orders usually come this fast?

not even questioning it, you answer the door-

only to come face to face with jinwoo himself, holding a beautiful bouquet in his hand.

you gasp and shut the door on his face on purpose, but could not fully close it when he stops you by placing his foot against your door. he was too strong, and you were unable to push him out when he forces his way into your apartment.

he was soaking wet, his chest heaving with uneven breaths, making it appear like he had been running in the rain. you wanted to ask him what he was doing here, yet no words would come out.

jinwoo continues gazing at you, with a strange, soft look in his eyes. "the only error i have made was ever hurting you."

you back away from him, watching as jinwoo shuts your door completely before holding your gaze.

"the system be damned, what i feel for you did not come from anything false or synthetic. what i feel for you is real."

your lips begin to tremble as you shakily call out his name, unsure of what he was talking about. "j-jinwoo."

"i love you, okay? i stopped thinking clearly the moment i saw your face again."

his sudden confession makes you freeze in your spot, allowing him to come closer to you as he held you in his powerful embrace.

"you're all i can think about... and... you fit me so well." jinwoo's eyes were practically burning for you, and he keeps looking at you with such a desperation that you could not bring yourself to look away from him.

"so please...forgive me. let me love you like i've always wanted to- like i've always felt like i needed to the moment we had crossed paths with each other."

the silence that was settled between you and jinwoo was deafening, but you had to force yourself to speak first. "t-this isn't a dream? you're really here... standing in front of me, confessing your love for me...?"

jinwoo says nothing, simply stepping closer to you as he presses the lovely bouquet against your chest, silently beckoning you to take it. with a slight nod, you take it, suddenly feeling jinwoo taking a hold of your free hand as he presses the palm of it over his chest.

you could feel the rapid thrumming of his heartbeat, knowing that it was racing for you as you look up at him in awe.

"jinwoo..."

"these feelings are no lie... i can't live without you, so please- give me a chance to love you."

the moment you give jinwoo a nod was the moment jinwoo swoops in to give you a bruising kiss, not caring if he crushed your flowers when he brings you into his chest, holding you so tightly that you knew, even without words being spoken, that he would never let you go ever again.

a.n. - i remember reading a ya novel that had this premise of your soulmates / partner being chosen for you via the government, and the main heroine gets a glimpse of someone different that wasn't her expected soulmate (aka her childhood best friend) and ends up falling in love with him lksjdfksf yeah this fic was self indulgent and was completely inspired by that novel. i cannot remember the name of the novel, but if you readers happen to remember it, let me know!

i wrote this in a dreamy haze, because i have fallen so deeply in love with jinwoo sung, so i apologize for any mistakes 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[lesfruitsdores]

Thai nationals Nutthawaree Munkan and Boonthom Pankhong, former hostages in Gaza who were freed in late November, got married in a private ceremony in Thailand a few days ago, the Ynet news site reported Sunday.

The couple fell in love and began a relationship while working as agricultural laborers on a moshav in southern Israel, but were separated on October 7, when Hamas stormed Israeli border communities in an onslaught that killed 1,200 and saw 253 taken hostage, about 130 of whom still remain in Gaza.

Both Munkan and Pankhong were freed in November after 50 days of captivity as part of a weeklong truce between Israel and Hamas that saw 105 hostages, including 23 Thai workers, released.

After recuperating in Israel, the couple reunited and returned to Thailand to settle in the Khon Kaen province of the country’s northeast.

“It was a small ceremony with only our parents and close relatives. It didn’t suit us to hold a big wedding ceremony,” Munkan told Ynet from Thailand.

She and her husband planned to get married long before their capture, and were working to “save money for a future together.”

Despite the immense hardship they faced as Hamas hostages, the couple intends to return to Israel for financial reasons, but “look for a safer place” rather than returning to somewhere close to the Gaza border.

“We decided together that we would do this in order to have the means to send our children to good schools and save money for when they grow up. I watched the news from Israel and saw missiles fell in the north, but it didn’t change our decision,” said Munkan.

The Thai citizens released from Hamas captivity are seen with Thai officials in Israel on November 25, 2023. (Courtesy)

“I can honestly say that we’re very worried about the captives, both Thais and Israelis,” said Munkan, who was the only woman among the Thai nationals who was taken captive. “We really wish for their return soon.”

Munkan confessed that she still constantly thinks back to what she endured as a Hamas hostage.

“It was like dying,” she said. “It was a miracle that I left Gaza. The current situation is cruel, and simply terrible.”

During her captivity in the Gaza Strip, Nutthawaree formed a friendship with an Israeli woman Danielle Aloni and her 5-year-old daughter Emilia, and reunited with them over video chat while recovering in the hospital.

“For both of us, captivity was like the end of our lives, and we have been free for a long time. I find it hard to understand how the remaining hostages will survive. I can’t stop thinking about them,” she said.

[dr-will-wood-confessions-is-dead]

I wish I was joking but my parents made me play the ukulele for my grandparents for their anniversary in a very public restaurant (we literally had to ask the music guy to stop and I wanted to cry) but because I’m wildly mentally I’ll I only knew Will Wood songs on it so I had to play the shittiest most awkward cover of The Song With Five Names for my poor, poor grandparents. I forgot the lyrics halfway through. It was horrendous.

[infin1ty-garden]

CHOOSE ME

✧. ┊ summary: you have admirer and a boy confesses to being him ✧. ┊ pairing: mattheo riddle x gn! reader & lorenzo berkshire x gn! reader ✧. ┊ warnings: none ✧. ┊ word count: 431 ✧. ┊ author note: looks i'm not for daily fic publications

masterlist. & 100 follower celebration

You finally made it back to your dorm after an exhausting day. What you didn't expect was a box of chocolates and a letter on your bed. You felt the love dripping from the page. You reread it a hundred times. Not believing you had a secret admirer. The chocolates were a combination of a bunch of your favourites.

You spent breakfast daydreaming, thinking who could be your admirer. Most of the boys in Hogwarts didn't express any interest in you. For a reason you couldn't understand. If you managed to get a date, there wouldn't be a second. It had to be someone you know or maybe they asked your best friend o-

"Oi, what's gotten into you?" Mattheo suddenly shouted. Everyone looked at you. "I don't know what you mean," you answered as you continued eating. "I do!" Pansy added. You frowned. "How do you know we aren't even in the same dorm?" She just smiled. "They have a secret admirer," shock took over all of their faces.

"What?" Lorenzo asked. "I'm surprised anyone would like you," Mattheo playfully commented. Lightly pushing you. For the next few weeks everyday you would receive gifts from your admirer. From sweets to jewellery. It was cute and you looked forward to it everyday. Your friends were getting fed up with it.

"Could you stop bringing it up?" Lorenzo asked. "Just because you have girls throwing themselves at your feet doesn't mean you get to tell me what I can and can't talk about." You started walking away until he shouted. "It's me! The one who's sending you letters." You were shocked. Expecting your admirer to not reveal who he was.

It was Enzo. All this time it was him. He asked you out on a date right after. You told your other friends about it leaving the secret admirer part out by his request. Your friends were happy you two got together. You thought that was it. The letters stopped with the person revealed and you were happy.

Mattheo couldn't believe Enzo. Claiming that he's your admirer when he's not but you were dating him. He didn't want to ruin his friends' relationship. Even if it started with a lie. It wasn't his place to tell. You and Mattheo had been partnered up for a project. Deciding to meet up in the library to work on it.

Everything was going well until you noticed something. Mattheo's writing looked similar. You couldn't put your finger on it. Then everything fell into place. Mattheo was your secret admirer. "Why didn't you tell me?"

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[tmf-confessions]

confession #131

im sorry but I do NOT think Liam is hot at all............... I think he's a silly guy and fun and stuff but like attractive???? Not with that haircut

[brethilach]

gollum is a little freak but I genuinely get so upset thinking about him because we know that was still a lil freaky even before he and deagól found the ring but he very well would've had the opportunity to have a good live and BE good if they hadn't. and no matter what happened afterward, he couldn't go back home. even if he confessed to his crime he very likely would've still been kicked out of his community, or at the very least socially shunned to the point where he might as well just leave anyway. the ring would've consumed him no matter what, and for no fault of his own (or at the least, no faults that would ever warrant some cosmic punishment amounting to what the ring Did to him). by the time Bilbo found him he was far, FAR past the normal lifespan of a Hobbit. After the Ring was destroyed Bilbo began deteriorating at 130, and he had only beaten the current record for the longest Hobbit lifespan by a single year. Gollum was at LEAST 3x older than that. Very likely more. No matter what happened—even if Sam was a little kinder, Faramir was a little gentler, or Frodo was able to fully reach "Smeagól" in the way he so desperately wanted to, even if he helped destroy the Ring himself, or he didn't fall into the fire—Gollum would've died with the Ring. Even if the Quest FAILED and Gollum successfully claimed the Ring like he wanted, he STILL would've died (because Sauron would have never let him hold on to that thing for hundreds of years again, if his body could've even handled that). There is no reality where Smeagól would have a happy ending, whether he was "redeemed" or not. Yet all of it was such a fundemental factor in the success of the Quest (and even Bilbo's success during the Quest of Erebor). Definition of Doomed by the narrative