#confession 148

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

Confession #148

"So I've seen people complain about the popularity of non-canon ships (Spirk, Garashir, Marinler, etc.), saying "why can't shippers accept that those two are just friends and will always be just friends?"

Well, let me tell you that if the two actors' characters share more chemistry with each other than with their canon love interest(s), then people are gonna ship it. If the two characters share lots of scenes together in the show (and also in tie-in media like games and comics) then people are also gonna ship it because it gives shippers more content for fanfics and fanart. Very few people are gonna be interested in one-episode canon crushes.

I think a lot of people complaining about the shipping of non-canon ships are completely missing the fact that the point of shipping is not to win a competition, but to just have fun (though being canon is always a nice bonus ngl). Also, and I'm not saying all detractors of these popular non-canon ships are like this, but I wonder if there'd be less demands for platonic relationships in popular ships (which also already exist in less popular ships too btw) if both members of said non-canon ships were both white and/or m/f pairings. Just my two cents.🖖"

[rededgecitycouncil]

I want Marc to do body shots off me - Anon @marcxhall

[jttwconfessions]

I miss the Lego Monkie Kid fandom, since I was kind of expelled from it I took a step backwards and stayed in the shadows, time to time liking or rting art, but man, I miss enjoying the show like I used to, being excited about everything new or a new AU or fanart, I'm not saying that the fandom ruined it for me, the fandom is great maybe one of the bests I've been, it's just some people and the image I gave once to it that makes it hard to enjoy the show.

[lovebugism]

Okay soooooooo

How bout something like King Steve picking on shy!reader, then later finding out she has a shitty home life plz

ty for requesting!! this can be read as a prequel to this fic — steve comforts you when he accidentally makes you flinch (enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, cw for brief mentions of abuse, 1.8k)

Sitting alone at the Hellfire table, you feel a little like fishbait. 

Your spot in the very back of the cafeteria is normally full and loud — with Dustin’s bickering, and Eddie’s laughing, and Gareth’s stupid jokes — but they’re not here now. They’re off getting their trays while you sit in wait for them (and the cold fries you’ll ultimately steal from Eddie’s plate). It leaves you perfect prey for circling sharks.

You hear laughter from behind you, over the sounds of the bustling lunch room. You’re certain they’re laughing at you — ‘cause you always think someone’s laughing at you — but you try hard to ignore it. You disregard the subtle pang of anxiety in your chest and stick your nose in your book, eyes flitting across the words without reading any of them.

Someone flumps down at your side then, where Mike usually sits. The overwhelming scent of spiced cologne stings your nostrils. With watering eyes, you look beside you. At Tommy fucking Hagan.

“Hey, Wallflower,” he greets like it’s normal — like he hasn’t spent the past four years pretending you don’t exist. You think he only calls you Wallflower now because his friends have been doing it for so long they don’t remember your real name.

The boy props his elbow on the table and puts his chin in his fist, trying hard to hide his boyish beam and accompanying laughter. He fails.

You cower at his presence, all but shrinking into yourself. “…Hi?” you reply in a tiny voice.

“How’s it hangin’?”

“...Fine?”

“That’s great!” he answers instantly, like he hadn’t heard you at all. “You see, my friend Steve, over there— you know him, right?”

You don’t bother to look where he’s pointing. Of course, you know Steve The Hair Harrington. You don’t think there’s a single person in Hawkins who doesn’t.

You nod in response.

Tommy’s smile widens. “Well, he’s got this massive crush on you,” he confesses, choking back a laugh halfway through. “I mean, he talks about you all the time.”

You know he’s lying. And not just because he’s grinning so hard that his eyes are crinkled and his freckled cheeks are turning pink. You’re almost certain Steve Harrington doesn’t even know who you are. He never had a reason to. Why would the King of Hawkins High ever stoop so low to know someone like you?

You glance at him over your shoulder, a couple tables down from you. He’s almost magnetically pretty. You couldn’t ignore him if you tried — with his pretty hair and his pretty eyes and his pretty smile. His golden cheeks flush as all his friends start poking fun at him. 

He rolls his eyes and scoffs a laugh you can tell is forced from here. He doesn’t think any of this is funny. You can see it on his face. But he isn’t trying to stop it all from happening. You’re just collateral damage, really.

You turn back to Tommy with a disbelieving look in your eye.

He continues to ramble despite it. “He was just a little nervous coming up to you, that’s all. So I thought I’d do him a favor and slip you his number. You know, as his wingman and all.” He tosses a folded-up index card onto the pages of your opened book. “You should call him tonight— It’ll make his day, I swear.”

He pats you a little too hard on the back before he goes. His laugh echoes over all the rest when he sits back down at his table. You watch them over your shoulder as they fall over themselves to crack jokes about you. 

Steve’s the only one not smiling. “Not cool, Tommy,” he mouths.

—————

Locker 148. The one right across from yours. Property of Steve The Hair Harrington. 

You shove the thick card with his number written on it between the slits in the metal. You’d carried it around all day, utterly unsure of what to do with it. You decided ultimately to return it, figuring he might feel a little better if a total stranger didn’t have his phone number.

You struggle to slide it through the thin gap, though. The paper gets caught halfway through, and you try to yank it back out again. The old locker moves with you, like it’s not completely shut but still somehow latched. 

You’re so in your own head you don’t hear the gymnasium door down the hall squeal open and shut again. Steve pants heavily and tries to recover from a ruthless basketball practice. He hunts for a water fountain and finds you instead.

“What are you doing?” he calls as he nears you, not malicious or unkind but genuinely curious.

Your heart lurches into your throat as you all but jump out of your skin.

Steve laughs, a pretty sound in the silent hallway. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t— I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” you assure with an averted gaze, though your frightened demeanor says otherwise. “I was just— I was trying to give you this.”

You hold the paper out towards him. He takes it with hesitant hands. “What is it?”

“Your number. Tommy gave it to me earlier, and I know it was just a stupid joke, so I… I thought you’d feel more comfortable if I gave it back to you.”

Something in Steve’s chest aches. He doesn’t understand why you would care about what might make him comfortable. It’s not like he ever gave you the time of day — or ever tried to stop his friends from being total assholes. As far as he’s concerned, you’re the last person who should give a shit about him.

“Oh. Right— Yeah… Thanks,” he stammers and shoves the thing into his pocket. “And I’m— I’m sorry about Tommy and everything. He can be a real douchebag sometimes. I didn’t… I didn’t tell him to bother you or anything—”

“I know,” you assure in a mousy voice. “Tommy gave me your number hoping I’d be dumb enough to call while your friends were over so you could all… laugh at me? I guess. He could’ve been a little more original, honestly.”

Steve cracks a smile. He almost laughs, but he can’t tell if you’re joking or not.

“I’ll talk to him later. Tell him to leave you alone—” He rambles and walks closer to you. You watch him with tentative eyes as he approaches. “—He’s a total dumbass sometimes, but he usually means well. Most of the time, anyway—”

Steve raises his hand suddenly. And, because you’re frightened by everything little thing, you flinch and stumble over yourself in the process. The lockers catch your fall, and you hit the back of your head. Hard.

“Shit— Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” you squeak, holding the crown of your hair and squinting as your skull pounds.

Steve rushes to your side, then idles just ahead of you because he doesn’t know if you want him touching you. His brows pinch, chiseled features swimming with concern. His cinnamon eyes glitter with it, too. “I wasn’t trying to scare you—”

“It’s okay.”

“—My locker was just jammed. I was going to shut it.”

The metal door is open now, from where it wasn’t shut all the way and where you just smacked your head on it.

“I just wasn’t expecting it,” you assure in a tight voice, trying hard to ignore the sharp throbbing. “It’s fine. I’m fine—”

“You’re hurt.”

“It’ll go away—”

“Let me get you an icepack.”

“—I’ll be fine once I get home.”

Steve, feeling purely at fault and aching at how effortlessly you shrug him off, decides to approach you fully. He curls a warm hand around the outside of your elbow. A touch surprisingly gentle. “No. C’mon. Let me help.”

You don’t feel much like you’re in any position to fight him about it. Not with the world still swaying under your feet. 

Steve guides you the short distance to the empty cafeteria. Slow and kind and dreadfully patient. He sits you down, makes sure you’re still okay, and then rushes to fix you a makeshift icepack — a ziplock bag filled to the brim with chipped ice.

He sits at the chair beside yours, slightly askew so his knees bump your thighs. He holds the pack to the crown of your head and gazes at you attentively. You’re not looking back at him to see it.

“Does it still hurt?”

You shrug, eyes flitted to the wringing hands in your lap. “It’s fine. It just feels a little like I have a migraine.”

Steve winces. “I’m sorry.”

Your doe eyes peek at him from beneath your lashes. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I scared you.”

“Everything scares me.”

It’s a dumb joke. You mean it, but you still expect him to laugh about it. He doesn’t even crack a smile, though. He just keeps looking at you with that puppy-like twist to his features. The worry is evident in his face. 

“Do you wanna, like, talk about it or something?”

“About what?”

“Why you flinched.”

You freeze, breath hitching in your throat. No one’s ever noticed your incessant panic — outside of making jokes about it anyway. No one’s cared enough to ask about it, either. Steve Harrington is the last person you expected any kind of concern from.

You shake your head after a few long moments. “No.”

“You could,” Steve assures, suddenly shy. You didn’t know he could be anything other than totally full of himself. “You know, if you wanted to. I wouldn’t— I wouldn’t tell anyone—”

You scoff a disbelieving laugh.

Steve’s features swirl with hurt. You hate that it makes your chest ache. You hate most that he hasn’t stopped being soft with you. The hand holding the pack to your head hasn’t yet wavered, even though you know his arm must be tired now.

“I wouldn’t. ‘Cause I— I know what it’s like to… to have a bad home life or whatever,” he confesses, stammering hopelessly. He forces a laugh at himself. “Probably more than most people do, honestly.”

His admission takes you by surprise. It comforts you in a way you didn’t think someone like him could. 

Even still, you shake your head. “I— I can’t—” you murmur, clearing your throat when the words get stuck there. “I can’t talk about it…”

Steve nods, firm and reassuring. “That’s okay. You don’t have to, I was just… I was just saying, you know? I get it.”

You swallow through a tight throat, nodding wordlessly in response.

“Plus, you know, you have my number and everything… If you ever wanted to talk…”

You flash him a timid look and crack a quiet smile. “I gave it back to you, remember?”

“I’ll write it down for you again,” he promises with a shrug and a lopsided grin. It’s easier to ignore his aching arm and the ice stinging his palm when he’s looking at you. “For real this time.”

[slippery-soapbox]

Hot Priest Quotes and Canon Details for everyone who doesn't want to rewatch all his scenes

He was seemingly late to confession

"[He's] new"

His ringtone is Firework by Katy Perry, this song was released 8 years before the show started. Not only does he not keep his phone on vibrate or silenced, he would have had to customize his phone to play the song

He cried when he heard Bobby's story

He carries a handkerchief

"Such a burden, and you've been carrying this all by yourself all this time."

"You know, if you don't trust your friends to see and know you for who you are... honestly, completely... then you don't really have any friends. Give them a chance. You're allowed to be human."

The first person Bobby willingly told about his Notebook™ and the 148 names

Honored Brooke Nash during the mass on what would have been her 13th birthday

He is NOT actually played by Joe Alwyn

HIS RINGTONE IS FIREWORK BY KATY PERRY

[rwby-confess]

Confession #148

[lej222]

ASLFUA 148 Analysis

I'm so late, but this episode was full of crazy details so I had to go back to the beginning of the story. That being said, be aware of spoilers under the cut:

Let's start with the biggest revelation of the chapter : Miae and Jisu were friends as kids. Many of us saw this coming, but the flashbacks were super cute and raised quite a few questions. In my recent post, I talked about how memories and fate are intertwined in the story. And it feels like I might have been on the right track:

This screenshot is from episode 1! Do we see something strange here? After reading ep148, we definitely do! Miae doesn't simply not remember Jisu, his entire presence was erased from her memories! In all these moments, Jisu was next to her in Jisu's flashback, yet in Miae's memories there's no trace of him at all.

I've said before that Miae clearly tries to reject the fate the unidentified higher power set for her : when she hears its voice, she dismisses it, she forgets her dreams, kicks away the flyers about changing one's car, and it all makes the higher power irritated and more aggressive. From all the signs, it's trying to guide Miae towards Jisu while it says she is too late when it comes to Cheol and she shouldn't have any regrets. Miae ignores and is oblivious to her fate to the point her memories about Jisu were erased! There's absolutely no other way why she has no recollection about him, but remembers everyone else. Memories are indeed tied to fate, and Miae is sabotaging her own destiny! Question is, like I said in my previous post, whether the higher power knows everything best (and some things are set in stone), or Miae will fight it to be with Cheol. Right now, it's impossible for her to remember Jisu without triggering her own fate in the process. More suspiciously, Miae surely would remember a boy who used to be her friend, she herself says it:

Miae remembers the other boy who was her friend, but with the only memory where Jisu appears, we only get a "Who are you?"

Miae called Jisu a magpie in the flashback. Magpies are symbolic animals in Korea, and there's a famous folktale about them, the 'Grateful Magpies'. According to the story, a man one day saw a nest of baby magpies attacked by a large snake. He killed the snake using his bow and arrow, and the parents of the magpies were very grateful. He was later attacked by the wife of the snake and it said he could only survive if the bells of the temple rang 3 times, but it was night. Still, the bells rang and the man survived. He wanted to thank the monks of the temple, only to discover the lifeless bodies of magpies who threw themselves at the bells, along with the parents of the baby chicks. They sacrificed themselves in order to repay the man's kindness.

Aside from the obvious similarity to Jisu's character design, Jisu being called a magpie is also a symbolic choice considering his role in the story.

On the cover of ep148, we see Miae with a bow and an arrow, trying to save the magpies. So in our story Jisu is the grateful magpie who wants to return the favor of her standing up to his bullies. At least he's been trying to. He tried to scold Cheol, but Cheol was not a bad guy. BUT Jisu is aware of something that could get him into real trouble. Jisu has been watching the guy with the mole, Shim, who tried to bully Miae. I'm pretty sure it was also Jisu standing behind him at the physical examination,

he also saw him trying to hit Miae. He even tried to take revenge with the cigarettes. Although I highly doubt Jisu will die, he might get hurt while trying to repay Miae's kindness.

[Miae kicked the boy who confessed to her and bullied both her and Jisu. His tooth fell out and we know one guy in the story who fits the description (Taeuk). Coincidence? Maybe.] -> CORRECTION: it couldn't be Taeuk, the bully had a different name! Shim also has a different name, so it was most likely a random guy!

Jisu sees some men smoking in front of the salon and tells Miae to go inside. One of them (the black-haired one) could be Jisu's father, so the theory that Jisu has a problematic parent might be real.

Jisu being bullied in elementary school is confirmed. We also see him displaying signs of Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) from a young age: he appears to be withdrawn, prefers to play alone, appears indifferent to other people, accepts contact if initiated by others but doesn't initiate contact, approaches other children in an unusual way, shows little interest in his peers and doesn't want to play with them, finds hard to understand Miae's thoughts, feelings and intentions.

Looks like Jisu is always being chased by Miae while he wants to run away in every timeline lol. As kids, she was dragging him around to play with them so he wouldn't get bullied, while in the present she wanted to make him study. Poor Jisu never gets a break around her and people were calling him the stalker lmfao

Cheol was the first boy Miae met who didn't use his height to intimidate other children so Miae wanted to show him that she was also capable of protecting herself and others. This is why she fought against the bullies who hurt others, leading to Jisu becoming her friend. I would like to make an important note here: Miae was not imitating Cheol's behaviour, but rather she was inspired by Cheol's noble character. Jisu didn't become Miae's friend becasue she was channeling Cheol, it was because Miae was still her unusual self who acted brave because of Cheol. I received a question about how Jisu must be in love with Cheol because Miae was imitating him, and no, this is a bad take. The story makes it clear Miae and Cheol are different inidividuals, but were uplifted and inspired by each other. Saying Jisu liked the Cheol in Miae diminishes Miae's individual charming and unique qualities, the things that make her unusual in the eyes of other people, similarly to how Jisu is still considered an outcast.

Next chapter Miae might meet up with Cheol, or we will get more Jisu backstory. I wonder if he will play his instruments, he's always listening to music. I guess we will have to wait until next week. :) (Edit: lol I was right he indeed played the guitar😃 how can people hate this kid is beyond me)

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

for the person in confession #148:: almost the exact same shit happened 2 me . my parents kept bugging me about what my favorite song was and i had 2 fucking . put the song with five names on on the family tv . and watch their live reactions . literally Nightmare Nightmare Nightmare

[incorrect-nozaki-kun]

Reacting to the GSNK stats on AO3.

Hi not dead just have to be a real adult.

The most written about ship is HoriKashi with 200 even stories followed by ChiyoZaki with 148 and I am not even surprised

I’m shocked WakaSeo is so far behind with 93 and MayuMiko with 81 I kinda expected more

The most popular not of the core 4 ships is Mikorin/Chiyo with 62 so to those shippers congrats

The top 10 used tags are all fun I’m so proud we as a fandom truly said “THERE WILL BE NO ANGST TODAY”

From bottom to top its Love Confession, One Shot, First Kiss, Future Fic, Friendship, Drabble, Alternate Universe, Romance, Humor, and number one shocker is Fluff.

The most written about main character is Chiyo and the least is Waka poor Waka it’s okay we still love you.

The most popular reader insert is Kashima. Go off lesbians I see you.

Yes I did read all the reader inserts bc I need to know what the people want

The Kashima fans want soulmates and Kashima getting her ass kicked apparently

The Hori fans like shenanigans and embarrassing yourselves in front of your friends

The Mikorin fans are aware he’s a simp

All in all I think this has been very informative.

[tdlosk-confessions]

Yo me again who ship 2 ppl with kusuke.

I have come back to say

Kusuke x me🔥🔥🔥⁉️⁉️

[Confession 148]

Ah yes, the most canon ship in the series

[kirame90]

SniperSpy is speechless

Spy always knows his way with words. He has no trouble putting his feelings into words, especially on paper. I'm convinced he could write an entire book about compliments and confessions.

Sniper on the other hand.....not so much. In his case, actions speak louder than words. We shall see what he'll end up doing here...

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 189. brb x oc

a/n: this is just an excuse for the smut next chapter lol i have no idea what im doing uwu(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: LIGHT TEASING THAT'S ALL

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“Roos?” 

He slowly looks up from his hands, turning his head back to Beatrice who is by their bedroom’s door. In his hands was his father’s sunglasses, he hasn’t let go of it since they left Maverick’s garage. Beatrice’s smile softens, pushing herself away from the door to walk up to him, sitting beside Rooster on the bed, “...are you okay?”

Her husband just stares at her for a few seconds, his jaw moving as if he wanted to speak but it takes a while for the words to come out, “...I guess.” he mutters, turning the folded sunglasses in his hands, “...I don’t know…” he confesses after a while, one of his hands coming up to rub his eyes as he groans quietly, “I don’t know,I should be happier.”

“About?”

“Having this back.” he gestures to the shades with a frown, “But I’m just scared and nervous.”

Beatrice purses her lips, interlacing her hands together on top of her lap as he hears his reasoning. It makes sense to feel that way, after all the times he had anything related to his father close by…well, he’d get conflicted. He was happy, deep inside, but maybe this was something more because it was something Goose wore every day.

“I really thought your sunglasses were your dad’s.” she comments, “They are very similar.” her husband didn’t reply, he just kept staring at it for a few seconds instead of doing so. Beatrice chews her lower lip, thinking of what she was going to say next, “...you don’t have to wear it, you know that.”

“I know.”

“Is that why you are upset?”

Rooster inhales then exhales, “No,I…I just, don’t know, feels wrong knowing how he–” he clears his throat, shaking his head a bit, “I have these flashes…in my memory. Like,I see myself holding these in my hands, I remember…pieces of my father, blurred and almost faint,I remember his laugh too…I guess I just want to hold onto this a little while longer, you know?”

Beatrice reaches out, her hand gently touching Rooster's arm in a comforting gesture. "I understand,Roos" she says softly. "It's okay to feel conflicted, to feel a mix of emotions."

“Is it?”

“Of course it is.” she smiles, propping her chin on his shoulder, eyes meeting his, “...you are a lot more open than when we started dating…and I’m glad you feel like you can share those thoughts with me, you don’t always have to, but I’m glad you do.”

Rooster looks at Beatrice,"I trust you, Bea," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "You've always been there for me, supporting me, and giving me a safe space to open up."

Beatrice smiles, her heart filled with warmth. "And I'm grateful to have you," she says, her voice filled with love. "You are so cute." she gently touches his cheek, “And you have such a good heart,Roos…don’t forget that.”

Rooster leans into her touch, finding comfort in her presence. "I love you," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too," Beatrice replies, her voice filled with equal love and devotion. "And I'll always be here for you, supporting you every step of the way." she kisses the tip of his nose then, standing up to walk around him and check the windows, “Well, I think I’ll go back to the twins’ nursery, it’s going to rain pretty soon and I’d rather finish more before it does.” she has one hand on the window sill as her torso turns to look at him, “...do you need some time?”

He looks up in surprise, chuckling softly, “...do you mind?”

“I don’t.” she replies just as quietly, “Take as long as you need, Nikki is asleep so don’t worry,okay?” she coos, walking closer to him to kiss his forehead, then his nose and lastly his lips. He grins, hesitantly letting go of her hand so she could walk away from the room, shutting the door once she was gone.

And he was alone.

He didn’t know why he felt so conflicted, well no, he did know. He was still confused by his own achievements, his father could’ve gotten this far. He could’ve, he should’ve. Mav never told him, but he knew the reason he stays as Captain is because he feels like he and Goose should get that far, he felt like he should share the victories with his best friend.

And Bradley feels that way too, somehow, but he is not at fault for what happened back then. No one is, especially not Mav. He turns the sunglasses in his hands, the light from outside reflects on the dark lenses and it shines right back in his eyes, “...are you proud of me?” he asks the nothing, looking at the open window towards the slowly graying sky, “...I feel like I’m being dumb asking this,especially now…but,I hope you are…I hope you both are.”

“I have a very good life.” he continues,”I have a wonderful woman, that I love more than anything in this wide world…and I have kids. Well, one of them is out and the other two will be out in a few months.” he chuckles, scratching his jawline only for his smile to drop a little bit, “...I still wonder what it’d be like with both of you here. I do and…I try to not think about it too much.” he faces his reflection on the sunglasses, exhaling loudly and then shaking his head. “...I can’t keep thinking like this, I’m glad that things are how they are. I just you two to know I never stop thinking about you,that’s all.”

He clears his throat once he’s finished, standing up to place the sunglasses back inside the box they came with, hearing it click shut and gently pushing it to the corner of his side table, not exactly on sight but not hidden either. He rubs his face with both hands, shakes himself and clears his throat. He had to calm down.

Bradley walks out of the room,checking the hallway to see if Beatrice was nearby, only to hear her humming downstairs. He smiles, walking down the steps and petting Jolene when the dog appears to greet him before running off to stay with Bea inside her little studio.

He stops by the door, leaning his shoulder on the threshold and looking around the room with his brows up, whistling in admiration, “Wow,” he laughs,”You really filled it up,huh?” there were paintings everywhere, drawings at every corner, even some crochet lying on top of her drawing desk with Beatrice sitting in front of it, rummaging through one of her old college backpacks. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to find my charcoals.” she mutters, pulling out an old notebook and a pencil case that looked like a smiling bear although one of its ears har a glued on plastic gem like an earring, “I haven’t opened this since I graduated, everything I used is in here.”

Rooster watches Beatrice with a fond smile, leaning against the doorway as he takes in the colorful and artistic chaos of her studio. He walks over to her, glancing at the notebook and pencil case in her hands. "Charcoals, huh?" he says, his voice filled with amusement. "Bringing back the memories of your college days?"

Beatrice chuckles, turning to face Rooster. "Sort of," she replies, her eyes twinkling with nostalgia. "I think it’ll help me finish a sketch in the nursery, it’s softer than a pencil.."

Rooster leans against the table, watching as Beatrice rummages through the backpack. "Finish it? I thought you already did." he asks, genuine curiosity in his voice.

She purses her lips. "Well,I did but" she admits. "I think it could be better. I do draw often as you well know and I still think it could be much,much better." she looks back at him only to see his confused look,”You know I’m a perfectionist,Roos.”

Rooster chuckles, shaking his head. "Yes, I know," he replies, his voice filled with affectionate teasing. "You have high standards for your artwork, which to be honest, is already great no matter what you think."

Beatrice smiles, a hint of sheepishness in her expression. "I can't help it," she says. "Art is a way for me to express myself, and I want to make sure that I'm conveying my vision as accurately as possible. Sometimes that means going back and making improvements, even if the original piece was already good."

Rooster reaches out, his hand gently brushing against her cheek. "I understand," he says softly. "Can I help?"

She leans into his touch, her eyes locked with his. "Thank you, Roos, but I can do it, you can stay though." she murmurs, gratitude evident in her voice, nodding to the small couch in there. "I wouldn’t mind the company. Are you feeling better?"

Rooster smiles, his hand lingering on her cheek for a moment before he pulls back slightly. "I'm feeling better now," he replies, his voice filled with warmth. "Being with you always brings me comfort."

“Oh,shush.”

He walks over to the small couch she mentioned, taking a seat and making himself comfortable. "So, I'll just keep you company then," he says with a playful grin. "I'll be your muse, your silent supporter."

Beatrice chuckles, still rummaging through her things, “You always are my muse, more than you know-” she stops, face going violently red, “I-I mean,um, you ah-” she knew there was no turning back now, he was going to ask her. She sighs heavily, then takes out a notebook and starts examining it, chewing her lower lip. Rooster watches her with one of his brows up, that wasn’t her usual sketchbook, it was much older. 

“Okay, you won’t find this weird,will you?”

“Weird?”

She groans, tapping the notebook against her forehead, “Before we…started dating,um,well, when my crush started I kind of…drew…you…” she chews her lower lip, “It’s not,um, well I did paint us but that was different because this was before we got together.” she frowns, looking down at her sketchbook,”It’s kinda…weird,isn’t it?”

Rooster watches Beatrice with curiosity as she stumbles over her words, her face turning red. His expression softens, understanding dawning in his eyes.

He reaches out to gently take the sketchbook from her hands, his touch reassuring and completely ignoring how she tried to hold it back. "Beatrice," he says, his voice gentle and filled with affection. "There's nothing weird about it at all. In fact, I'm honored that you saw something in me that inspired you to create art."

Her quiet ‘are you kidding? you are a work of art’ made him grin even more.

He opens the sketchbook and starts flipping through the pages, his eyes tracing over the drawings. Some are quick sketches, capturing his likeness in different moments, while others are more detailed and expressive. Each stroke of her pencil reveals her perception of him, her feelings translated onto the paper. 

"You didn’t draw this at the bar…I would’ve noticed it.," he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. There’s so much detail in every sketch, his heart feels so warm he can’t even comprehend it, he feels so honored.

“No!Of course not!” she looks horrified, “If I did,I’d never hear the end of it! Shells and Penny would just…tease me to no end.” she wrings her hands, leaning back on her seat to stare at him, ‘...I just couldn’t take you out of my head and I thought that if I drew you it’d help dealing with everything better.”

“Did it?”

She scoffs softly, “You know it didn’t.” her smile turns soft, “It’s very hard to deal with how handsome you are and how sweet you are.” she explains, shrugging her shoulders “And I had a hard time then.”

Rooster's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and delight as he listens to Beatrice's words. He sets the sketchbook aside, his gaze fixed on Beatrice.

"I had no idea," he admits, his voice filled with genuine surprise and admiration. "I never could have imagined that you were drawing me back then." He reaches out to take her hands in his, his touch gentle and reassuring. "It is really nice though, you are so talented." she scoffs softly, “You are. You know that.”

Beatrice's eyes soften, "You always know how to make me feel special," she says, her voice filled with warmth. "I'm glad I have you in my life."

He leans in closer, his forehead resting against hers. "And I'm glad I have you," he whispers. "Thank you,really. This is great.”

“Not creepy at all?”

“No.Bea.” she shrugs sheepishly, “Honestly if one day,” he coos, setting the sketchbook aside, “You want to, I don’t know, draw me in a different way,” he gently pulls her from the chair,tugging her closer to his lap, sliding his fingers under her dress and up to her underwear. She already knew what he was planning so she wasted no time in climbing on his lap and getting comfortable, “You know I’d love that.”

“As much as it is tempting.” she chuckles, “We both know that painting will be the last thing in our minds.” she runs her fingers over his tee, over his pecs and down his stomach, “Which ah, well, I’m not complaining about.” Beatrice drapes her arms around his shoulders,pressing their foreheads together and looking into his eyes, “We just have to be…careful, the doctor said we can do that until I reach seven or eight months, sooo…”

“Oh?”

She huffs, pushing his face playfully when he just looked way too interested at that. “Don’t start…I’m just saying that,well,we can manage some things.” she shrugs, pressing another kiss to his lips and letting him rub her ass with both of his hands, thumbs pointed upwards to her lower back, “And it’ll be fun…and healthy.”

“...our date is this weekend.”

“What?”

“Yeah, this weekend.”

She blinks in shock, “But,I thought you planned for next week-”

“Yes, well,I changed my mind,I can make a couple calls and make sure it’s all good for when we get there.” he says in a hurry, not daring to hide his excitement dripping in every word. “I haven’t touched you in…months,do you blame me?” he purses his lips, gently dragging his fingers over her skin as if following every curve like it was a road less traveled, “And I missed you…”

Beatrice chuckles softly, cupping his cheeks in her hands and bringing their lips together “Alright, just let me call my parents and we’ll deal with that alright? So they can stay with Nikki,” slowly she climbs off his lap, much to his complaint but he allows her to do so while leaning back on the couch, spreading his arms on the back and smirking up at her, “Stop it.”

“What?”

“I know what you are doing.”

“And what am I doing?”

She narrows her eyes, “You are teasing me.” and she pokes his chest a few times, “Stop it.” she does however, giggles, walking towards the backpack and continuing her search for the box of charcoals.

Rooster grins mischievously, enjoying the playful banter between them. He feigns innocence, his hands raised in mock surrender. "Teasing? Me? Never."

Beatrice raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Oh really?" she challenges, leaning close only to poke his chest one more time. "I think you enjoy it just as much as I do."

“Oh,fine, you got me.” he sighs, dropping his head back and only looking up when he sees Jolene trotting by with a letter in her mouth. Strange, she had never got any letters before and he wondered what made her do that. She was holding it so delicately too, just biting the corner of it so there’s no drool on the envelope.

Bradley hums, straightening himself and holding out his hand, “What’s that,girl?” she comes closer,tail wagging, gently setting the letter on his open palm. He looks down at it for a few seconds, then he sees his name on the letter…and he sees something else. “...wait.’

“What?”

“This is for me.”

She leans  closer tilting her head, “Oh?”

“I…” he pauses, “This looks official.” and as much as his hands shake as he gently pried it open,he couldn’t help himself. It’s neatly folded, it’s a letter. The last time he got something like this he was promoted to lieutenant and at the same time he was ripping it open, his phone buzzed with a message but he wasn’t going to check it right now.

Beatrice sits down next to him, rubbing Jolene’s huge head with her brows furrowed, “What?” her husband opens the folded letter and all color drains from his face, “What? Rooster what’s happening?”

He inhales shakily, “I…I uh…I got promoted.”

[jmagnabo92]

PM - 148 - July 46 - Owl

@prongsfoot-microfic

When James wants to get an owl, Sirius has to confess why he hates owls.

AO3

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“Why do we even need to get an owl?” Sirius complains.  “The only people we write are each other and we live together.  We don’t need an owl.”

“Just in case we need to have any correspondence with anyone else – like our friends.”

“If someone wants to write us, they can use their owl and we can use the floo.”

James pauses and moves to stare at him in the doorway of Diagon Alley.  “Why do you hate owls?”

“I don’t hate owls,” Sirius states, plainly.  It’s a terrible lie, and James knows it, but he tries anyway.

“Don’t lie to me, Si.  You don’t want us to get a pet owl and it makes no sense.”

“It does if you’re me!”

“What does that mean?”

Sirius huffs, annoyed.  A part of him figured that James should already know why he hates owls.  “Nothing.”

“Don’t play that with me.  Tell me or I’m going to open up an owl sanctuary in our home just to drive you around the bend,” James threatens.

James has on a very serious look on his face.  “Fine, fine.  I hate owls because they bought me an owl and then used said owl to harass me with Howlers.”

He still hates thinking about it.  He’d grown quite attached to the owl (bought when he was nine so he could write the approved heir friends), but by the time he got to Hogwarts and disappointed them by being a Gryffindor, they started using his own pet against him.  He came to hate owls after that.  

James face softens.  “I’m sorry, Si.  I should’ve realized – we don’t need an owl.  Why don’t we get a puppy instead?”

Sirius can’t help smiling at James.  “Really?  You’d be okay with that?”

“Yes, we’re here for a pet, it doesn’t have to be an owl.”

He surges forward and gives him a kiss.  “Thanks, love, you’re the best.”

James grins.  “Don’t you forget it.”

“Definitely won’t.”

“Good.”

[aquilathefighter]

Aquila's Fic Masterpost!

Here's a quick reference to all of my Dreamling fic!

Writing tag: #aquila writes

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Lieutenant Hob Gadling is planning on deserting before his deployment. He has everything planned from faking his death to getting to the US. However, a wrench is thrown into his plan when Captain Morpheus Endeleas asks him to be his assistant for the week leading up to the company’s deployment. Now under close watch by a man Hob thinks despises him, he cannot escape his duty. What will come from a week working closely with Cpt. Endeleas?

Hold Me Closer | Teen | Complete | 26,471 words

Fluffbruary 2023 prompts! Just some soft and happy dreamlings because I can't hit them with a hammer all the time.

Smapril Showers Bring Smutty Flowers | Explicit | Incomplete | 7, 148 words

Smapril 2023 fills, prompts by staroftheendless A variety show of Dreamling smut, in whatever universes come to mind.

Dreamling Bingo Fills

Watching You Dance | Explicit | Complete | 347 words

Hob has a side job as a stripper. He invites Dream to come watch him, knowing that his boyfriend's possessive streak will be activated when he's surrounded by the lustful daydreams of the patrons. 2023 Dreamling Bingo Fill for #DB215 square E5: Stripping Smapril Day 3 Prompts: Possessive | "Come over here."

Earl Grey, or: the Tiny Grey Cat | General Audiences | Complete | 768 words

Dream ends up in Hob's flat a bit before the man actually arrives, and meets a new addition to Hob's living space: a kitten! The King of Cats talks to the young kitten and finds out that children of all kinds are poor keepers of their caregivers' secrets. When Hob arrives, Dream and the kitten are formally introduced and Dream is forced to relax for once in his life. Dreamling Bingo 2023 fill for #DB215 April Monthly Prompt: Adoption replacing Square E4

Ain't Nothin' but Mammals | Explicit | Complete | 1,121 words

Dream arrives at Hob's apartment to say hello, but finds himself aurally assaulted by raunchy music. He learns that this is Hob's chore playlist, finding him dusting in the bedroom. Dream has no interest in doing chores, but does want to do Hob. Thanks, Bloodhound Gang!! Dreamling Bingo 2023 fill for #DB215 Square B2: Bestiality NB: No actual bestiality in this fic, not even discussion of the act. (See notes!)

Swashbuckling Fantasie | Teen | Incomplete | 1,344 words

Boatswain Hob Gadling is a pirate obsessed with a different kind of treasure: stories. He goes looking for fantastical tales at every port and bothers his crewmates daily for them. When he is told of a merman who lives in a dreamlike cove who is the greatest storyteller ever, he has no choice but to seek him out. He meets this mysterious man who transports Hob to a realm of his own, where Hob can seek out new adventures and create a story of his own. But between the adventures and Hob's persistence, this misanthropic merman begins to see humans in a new light, falling deeper and deeper for his pirate. Chapter 1 fulfills the Dreamling Bingo Monthly Prompt "MerMay," replacing #DB215 Square E1: Rape/Non-con!

I just really, desperately want to be your next poor decision | General Audiences | Complete | 210 words

Dream asks why Hob has done everything he has done in the interim since 1889. Hob tells him and makes a (what he deems) subtle love confession. Dreamling Bingo 2023 fill for #DB215 June Monthly Prompt: "Why did you do it?" replacing Square E3: Stargate

Hunger for the Blade | Explicit | Complete | 1,535 words

Hob had thought it would be a good idea to ask Dream to spar during their weekly Dreaming date night. How hard could it be, he’d thought. I have centuries of experience. What he’d forgotten, he’s now learning, is that his lover has millennia of experience. That he contains every single swordsman’s dreams since swords were invented on top of the glut of fictional swordplay. That had been his first mistake. His second was the bet they’d made: the winner gets to have the loser in whatever way they’d like. -- Or, a sparring match turns into a very messy blowjob. Dreamling Bingo 2023 fill for #DB215 Square E2: Knife Play

[deltarune-darkheart]

Analysing lines from the Deltarune: Chapter 1 en lang file every two days until the next chapters: #33 (line 148)

* It's a book of hymns.

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We know Toriel is very religious, and Asriel was not only part of the choir but even tried to confess for silly "sins".

Considering Kris made a dark world in this room, it seems likely that this book will become either a location or character in Chapter 3.

Many believe the church will be an explored area later on, partly due to something Toby Fox posted in 2022 featuring Noelle's face on an unfamiliar background. If so, the book of hymns' darkner could perhaps mention characters or events from its dark world.

Again, we cannot know until the next chapters.

No analysis of the Sweepstakes Finale here, as it is not canon; hopefully this will not kill anyone in an hour.

[hatconfessionbooth]

Confession 148... so i'm the anon from confession 38 and i just want to say that i forgot a crucial part in alpine skyline's entire level design. the Lazy Paw Gang. peck the Lazy Paw Gang.