#confession 699

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#699 by @spirkiscanon69

I want to see the Cheronians come back, they were really cool, maybe 2 males can reproduce due to the joys of ALIEN BIOLOGY!! But yeah, they’re cool and were such an untapped story thing

[tmf-confessions]

Not even going to anon for this because i’m not ashamed to say it, Every other character in tmf has the potential to be a scene kid you can trust guys I’m scene myself 👍 (Literally all three of the dromies, milly, and hear me out guys sean is a scene kid he just doesn’t and wont dress like it, he just likes the music but he likes his hoodies and slacks a lot)

confession #697

[moowmoon]

FLOWER AND LOVE

— bucky barnes x fem!reader

— summary: she was like a flower, so why not demonstrate his love with one?

— c/w: i think none?

— w/c: 699

— a/n: hello! my first time writing for bucky (or marvel in general) i hope you guys like it and let me know your thoughts! english is not my first language, so forgive me if there's any mistake!

It was a Monday. The gentle late afternoon breeze caressed the trees in the park, and the leaves danced in the wind. The place was quiet, punctuated by children's laughter and the low murmur of conversations. Bucky walked leisurely along the pebble path, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, his eyes attentive, as if he were looking for something among the elongated shadows of the landscape.

As he walked, Bucky noticed a flower seller standing next to a large tree, with a cart full of colorful bouquets beside him. The man had gray hair, was short, and had a kind, welcoming smile; the flowers, in turn, contrasted softly with the vendor's simple figure.

Bucky hesitated for just a second, observing the colorful display before him, but then stepped forward, greeted by the gentleman's friendly smile. He looked at the flowers, letting his gaze wander among the colors until his eyes landed on a single white-pink one with delicate petals.

“This one.” he murmured, holding out his hand.

The gentleman handed him the flower with a slight bow, and Bucky took it, holding it with a care that seemed almost to contradict his strength. He ran his fingers along the stem, taking a deep breath, and wondered if she would understand how much that flower represented.

He felt a bit silly, after all, she would probably find it funny that he had come to the park just to see it. But at that moment, it didn't matter. Bucky spotted her sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree, her eyes lost on the horizon as if contemplating something far away. He paused for a moment, watching her before she noticed him and a soft smile crept across his face.

When she noticed him, she looked up in surprise. Bucky held out his hand, offering the single flower, as simple and delicate as the moment. For a second, she just stared at the rose between his fingers, and the shock turned into a soft expression of tenderness and surprise.

“I just... wanted to see you smile.” he murmured, almost like a secret.

She took the flower, with a glint of emotion in her eyes, and smiled at him - a smile that made him feel as if the world around them had disappeared, leaving only the two of them and the silent promise that the little flower brought.

She held the flower between her fingers, still with a soft smile on her lips, but there was a glint of curiosity in her eyes. Bucky noticed and, as if reading her thoughts, took a deep breath, letting the words come out plain, honest, and simple.

“I came just to see you smile,” he confessed, his voice low, almost hesitant, but his eyes fixed on hers. “I don't need anything else… That smile is worth a thousand words to me.”

She blinked, as if absorbing what he had said, and her smile opened even wider, lighting up her face in a way that made Bucky's heart race. He didn't look away, mesmerized by her reaction, and in that instant, he knew that every word had been felt. She raised her hand, gently touching his, and without saying a word, he felt that she understood everything: the gesture, the simplicity, the intensity of everything he didn't need to say.

The flower in his hands and the delicate touch of the petals made her think of Bucky's care in choosing it. Her eyes watered, not for the grandeur of the gesture, but for the simplicity - for all the genuine feeling it carried. Without saying a word, she took a step forward, her hand finding him with a quiet naturalness.

Bucky felt the warmth of her fingers wrap around his and instinctively entwined their hands, holding her as lightly as he had held the flower. They stayed like that, unhurried, immersed in silence, while the world around them seemed to fade away.

She looked up, her eyes shining, and he responded with a slight smile. No words were necessary; they both understood what that moment represented. In that instant of peace and connection, they needed everything- and that was enough for both of them.

[vodika-vibes]

could I have pearl with Fives at night please?

I love your writing so much!!!!!

So This Is Love

Summary: A late night rendezvous on Coruscant gives Fives the opportunity to make a confession.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 699

Prompts: Pearl - Honest Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your request! I freely admit that I wrote this before I finished my coffee, so it might not flow well.

“I appreciate you walking me home, Fives.”

He turns to look at her, a crooked grin crossing his face, “It’s not a problem. Pretty lady like you shouldn’t be walking around alone so late at night anyway. It’s not safe.”

She sighs, “Don’t I know it. But the Gallery wanted to keep going until all of the art was sold-”

“Did it work?”

She grins at him, “It did~”

He laughs and throws his arm over her shoulder, “That means the next time we go to 79s, drinks are on you. Right?”

She giggles, a pretty noise that has him tugging her closer to his side, “It’s only fair, I suppose. After all, you and your brothers are the inspiration for my artwork.”

“Ooh, so I suppose we’re famous now,”

She laughs and elbows him lightly, “Inspiration, not subject.”

“If you wanted to paint me, you could. I wouldn’t mind.”

She averts her gaze, “Ah, well…maybe. But I wouldn’t want to sell that one.”

Fives’ stomach flips pleasantly, “Because you love me and want to look at me as often as you can.” He says with a bright grin.

She huffs and bumps him with her shoulder, “Because the Republic has already taken so much from you, they don’t get this too.” She corrects.

He pauses, and then his arm tightens around her, “You might be one of the few people on Coruscant who actually understands where the clones legally stand.”

“Yeah, well…” Her hand comes up and she threads her fingers with his. Her hand is so much smaller and so much softer than his. Fives almost worries that his touch will hurt her. Almost. 

“Yeah, well-?” He prods.

“If more people paid attention they’d see.”

“They don’t want to see, beautiful. We both know that.”

She scowls off into the distance, and Fives laughs, before he leans in and bumps his forehead against the side of her head, lightly rubbing his nose against her cheek, “You care though,” He adds, “That’s enough for me.”

“You deserve so much better though!” She says as she turns her head to look at him, her nose bumping against his.

Fives doesn’t bother to give her any space. If anything, he wants to be closer to her. “You know, beautiful, I don’t think life is about what you deserve.”

She huffs, “It should be. You and your brothers deserve so much more than the Republic-” She rambles.

“I love you.”

She stops mid-sentence and blinks at him. “You…what?”

“I love you. I’m in love with you.” Fives flashes a nervous smile, “I’ve been trying to tell you for weeks, but telling you over comm just felt cheap.”

“You love me? Why?” She asks, looking so genuinely befuddled that Fives can’t help but laugh. 

“Ah, so you want me to list all of the ways that I love you?” Fives teases, “Well, alright. If you insist. Reason one, I love the way you look at me, like I’m the only man in the galaxy. Reason two, I love how we can sit and talk for hours about anything and everything. Reason three-”

He stops when she presses her hand over his mouth, her face burning, “Please stop.”

“But I barely started. You didn’t even let me list all of the physical reasons I love you. Like your hair. And eyes. And lips-”

“Fives!”

“And I really love how you say my name-” He continues, a wide grin on his face.

And then he’s stopped for real, because her lips are pressed against his, and he has something much more interesting to focus on. Like replacing all of the oxygen in her lungs with him.

When he breaks the kiss, her gaze is hazy and she’s slightly breathless, “In case you were wondering,” she mumbles, “I love you too. But I’m not going to list all of the reasons why! Your ego is big enough as it is!”

Fives just chuckles and kisses her again. “Does this mean that I can come in when we get to your place?” He asks against her lips.

“Only if you want.” She replies.

“Beautiful, I’ve wanted an invitation to your home for months. I’d be honored.”

[sueske]

it's telling that at sns' pivotal moments, and during the scenes where they discuss their bond when they become more honest about their feelings, it's framed in such a way that distance is put between them and others. their bond is theirs alone.

like during the LoW they're separated physically from the rest by ice mirrors:

during vote1 it's a battle just between them as they shed previous pretenses:

during the reunion scene sasuke gets up close and personal with naruto and only naruto as he speaks to him more personally, and enters his headspace as well:

during the kage summit arc they go to another plane of existence to discuss their bond, where naruto's feelings towards sasuke clearly parallel hinata's feelings towards naruto during her Pein arc confession (which also raises another interesting point - because it's very telling that those particular words were the ones that were 'hidden' from the other characters): 

again during vote2 it's just them, all outside interference stopped in its tracks. even kurama is asleep during sns' emotional reconciliation in 698.

when sasuke leaves the village in 699 he leaves kakashi and sakura behind at the gate much like he did when he left in part 1, when he was able to break off the bond he had with them that night. but it's naruto who comes to see him off outside the village (also reminiscent of part 1 - the one bond sasuke couldn't break). their separation is between them alone, as sasuke takes the headband which has become representative of their bond on his journey with him, keeping naruto close while he travels the world.

basically kishimoto keeps others at a distance from witnessing and understanding naruto and sasuke's bond. it's a way to create distance between the other characters, because no other bond, no other relationship comes close to the one that naruto and sasuke have. and even at the end of the story this distance is maintained. it's visual storytelling to reinforce the written text.

[alienatedtsuki]

Redefining the normal | Post Chapter 698/699, NaruSasu/SasuNaru Part III

before today is over by oshit Above him, Sasuke leans over the edge of the pier to watch. Naruto hears him laugh and even with his face draped in shadow, he can imagine Sasuke’s cheshire grin, eyes crinkling with mirth. He feels Sasuke smiling at him. Naruto would pluck every star from the heavens to keep that feeling. - This fic is about a fantastic day near the sea that boys spent with each other. How Sasuke tries to court Naruto is way too cute.  NaruSasu/SasuNaru | First Date | Talks about Feelings (12,280)

Baker's Dozen by mylilchickadee In the aftermath of war, Sasuke struggles to deal with his new life while Naruto struggles to deal with him. Love, friendship, and baking. - First, amazing recipes. I love the idea of how Sasuke decided to express his fondness for Naruto with baking. Second, this fanfic has a lot of angst; all the problems are there, and there are even some suicide attempts from Sasuke's side. But they eventually figured everything out. NaruSasu/SasuNaru | Angst | Baking | Gardening | First kiss | Love Confessions (24,820)

Enough by MadeNew Their final battle is ending. Sasuke's winning. And then he wakes up in a world where Naruto was never born - and all the changes that come with it. - Sasuke is sent by Naruto to another dimension, where he figures out how life would be without him in it. I love how well Sasuke is written in this fic; this is what I call an eye-opener. His talk with Minato is incredible.  NaruSasu/SasuNaru | Angst | Parallel universe(he goes back to Naruto at the end) | Love Confessions  (6,607)

Won't Let Go by ninagum (orphan_account) Naruto and Sasuke wake up at the hospital after the war, worn-out, with an invisible red-string still laced between them. "You’ve called me your friend so many times... But..." "Say it." "I don't think you really mean it like that." - This fic is one of my all-time favourites. In this one, Naruto kills the council! I was so happy when I read it; I love darker Naruto in the fics. I love how the writer decided to encapture their dynamic with a lot of angst, passion, and open questions. It took some time to find what would work for them. This fic is just exceptional. NaruSasu/SasuNaru | Angst | Dark Naruto | Happy Ending(They are together in every universe) (66,441)

And here's the reason why I wasn't there…I am learning how to draw so that I can add cute fan art to every recommendation post. This is my take on the ending of a cute comic about Naruto saying Sasuke is his friend. Enjoy <3

[asukakuro]

NH accept 'The Last is canon' is such a comedy. It means they admitted that Naruto had ignored Hinata for 3 years, possibly forgotten her public confession and definitely not even found her after the war.

If The Last hadn't been existed, we would have imagined that Naruto found Hinata interesting and want to go out with her no sooner than 699. Hinata fans and Sakura fans also wouldn't have to fight each other for the appearances of Byakugan Princess and Cherry Blossom Queen. Leaving it as a blank period is so much better than supposing that Naruto was a stupid for not realizing Hinata had having a crush on him for so long.

The most idiotic scene that The Last had done to shot on NH themselves was 'Naruto likes Sakura because of his rivalry with Sasuke' [here].

[confessxcrush4tcc]

I lost my virginity last night and my uterus area hurt, it that normal?

Confession #699

[tamelee]

I had stopped being able to read the naruto manga way back near the beginning of shippuden (it was still coming out at the time) due to the store I had access to not bothering to carry the volumes anymore (man am I old 🤣) then different fandoms caught me and years go by so my mind has the sasuke naruto meeting with sasuke draping himself over naruto to threaten him and sakura being competent with healing kankuro and fighting sasori... so I was...confused when I recently fell back into the fandom why sakura would even be with sasuke...as I felt mature medic nine fighter girl would have understood that she'd had a crush and moved on.

Like, Naruto and Sasuke had so much stuff between them I get why they haven't let each other go.

So it seemed weird as hell that sakura would even still "like" sasuke... as her original feelings stemmed from childish "he's so cute and broody" which is okay in a 12 year old girl but less okay as an adult woman...

The naruhina I though, ah, he and hinata must have had many moments in all the parts I've missed, and bonded...oh...she just...endangers herself and confesses to which naruto doesn't react at all...and then their married...

As a shonen manga I figured we wouldn't get a blatant narusasu ending (even though they are the best) ...I'm even a cheery multishipper often for characters I like but...it was so sad. I'd of been happier to have it end with shion just randomly turning up to have naruto keep his baby making promise...

Anywho sorry for blathering on.

I adore your art as well, it's super pretty and I need all the naruto x sasuke content to heal my shipper soul...

Hi @roseunspindle ! Oh gosh!! You couldn’t read past the reunion scene??? I would’ve gone crazy 😭

Yeah, Sakura never matured in that department. Even in the sequel where she’s supposedly married to Sasuke, Ino derisively says she’ll forever stay a girl in love. Like the story had to spell it out for readers. There is this weird vibe between her and Sarada when it comes to Sasuke.. I don’t even know how to describe it but it’s creepy. Even when there is a kid involved somehow and they speak of marriage, Sasuke gives her no reason to love him romantically and it surprises her still that he showed no concern for her life whatsoever. Sasuke, who expresses through action in most cases, is still as indifferent as ever towards her. 

Sakura has moments where she shows some care for characters, mainly driven by her being a medic, but emotionally, it is bizarre how little she cares about Sasuke and yet, at the same time seems to only care about him... if it involves herself. She doesn’t even question why Sasuke does what he does or tries to understand how he feels. Even when she gets fed little snippets of his pain or the source of that, she doesn’t try to find an answer. In the very end she doesn’t even give a shit about his reason to travel or defend his words regarding "redemption". She felt entitled to an apology while she was the one going up to him with the intention to kill him. Even when he tries to explain why he wants to travel, she just cuts off his words because she wants to go with him regardless of his intentions or goals. I get why some people wanted a development for Sakura where she’d be able to let that crush for him go, but story-wise? That would take a lot from Kishimoto because there is also a lot of insecurity involved too.. And frankly, she's very much a red herring :')

Meh, nh... I have nothing to say. 

Well, SNS-fans often say their story is very tragic. But that’s not just how we feel, it IS a fact that Naruto and Sasuke went from receiving a semi-sweet/bitter-sweet (depends on how you look at it as we got a resolve but not a clear resolution yet) in ch 698/699 to a bitter ending in 700 where they suddenly not only didn’t have what they wanted, but certainly not what they needed either. To combat that in the sequel, they shoved all the problems of the world onto a bunch of aliens... distracting everyone from the hypocrisy of the system. Neither Naruto or Sasuke got to work on the thing they wanted and their internal desires were completely massacred for the sake of these kids. And both of them have shown that if they don’t have what they need, they will fail the thing they ultimately want. Meaning, the Shinobi world will forever stay the same while spitting on their dream for the future and the trauma they had to go through because of it. It’s not even about SNS or the story being Shonen... but the concept, which Sasuke talked about at the end that was supposed to be a vehicle for a better world is completely retconned. 

... but I’m happy that besides that, SNS is still widely and largely celebrated regardless. And that says a lot! I’m happy to hear you like my art 🥰���� that really means a lot, thankyou so much!! (I’m trying to heal myself through them too ;-;!) 

[feralbutfluffy]

31. Muriel

Muriel felt slightly guilty for leaving Crowley and Aziraphale, but it had started to feel like they might become a casualty in whatever silent war they were waging with each other, and their hand was still bruised from where Crowley had used it as a stress reliever. They shook it out, flexing their fingers, and wandered towards the desk, searching for their notebook; Muriel had decided they would rather spend the next hour writing down questions than in stilted conversation with the archangel Saraqael.

The only thing was they couldn’t remember where they had last seen it. It seemed unlikely they would have left it on the desk, but something looked different, and it drew their attention. Muriel was fairly certain they hadn’t touched anything on the desk (they held Nina responsible for the Eccles cake) but at some point somebody had; something was missing. Muriel chanced a quick glance back at Crowley and Aziraphale, who at least seemed to have started talking to each other, and returned to their inspection of the desk. 

The little books. The little leather-bound books with no titles. They were gone.

Well .

Muriel, who for months had been entirely indifferent to Aziraphale’s personal items, was suddenly tremendously interested.

They flicked through sheafs of paper and felt around inside each compartment before finally locating them in the bottom left drawer. Muriel pulled them out carefully and curled up on the floor at the end of the Chesterfield sofa, their back to the base of it, tucked away in the corner out of sight.

They opened the first one.

‘The confidential journals of A.Z. Fell, Volume 712’

Oh.

Muriel rubbed their fingertip over the word ‘confidential’ and bit their lip nervously. They thought of Crowley confidently flicking open the file on Gabriel, ignoring any need for clearance or permission. 

There was a thin ribbon of a bookmark, and Muriel turned to that page.

24th March 1941

Oh well, that was alright then. It wasn’t a recent confidential journal!

Dear Diary,

I had such a day last week as can scarcely be put into words.

It started with my first audacious foray into the world of secret intelligence. I had been pretending to collaborate with nazis with the aim of thwarting their nefarious plans when I was double-crossed by a woman I had believed to be a British spy!

(Ooh. Muriel shifted into a more comfortable position. A spy story!)

Luckily, just as I was beginning to dread the mountain of paperwork I would have to do after my seemingly inevitable discorporation, Crowley appeared.

I confess, I was surprised to see him. The last time we met (see volume 699), we did not part amicably. He had asked an impossible favour, and reacted poorly when I refused him. He had told me he did not need me, and I had told him the feeling was entirely mutual. Obviously.

And yet, here he was. He set foot on consecrated ground in order to rescue me from the consequences of my own hubris. Not only that, but he rescued my books! They were exceedingly rare first editions that I had collected over the years, very precious to me, and Crowley saved them from destruction without my so much as having to ask. He handed them over as if it were no big thing, as if it were second nature to protect a bag of books from being disintegrated by a bomb. He was extremely nonchalant about it, as if he were holding a door open or performing some other everyday act of politeness.

I think it must easily qualify as the kindest, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Sometimes Crowley makes it very difficult to remember that he is a demon. 

(Muriel had to agree.)

I asked if there was something, anything I could do to return the favour, and as I did, I worried for a moment that he might take advantage of my offer. There was a concern that he might ask more of me than I would be willing to give, and I am ashamed to admit that this concern was accompanied by a small thrill of excitement. 

So naturally it was a great relief when he told me to forget it.

I fear my excitement at having escaped discorporation may have made me intemperate however, because I only became more audacious as the night wore on. I volunteered to fill in for a magician on the West End, which led to Crowley and I performing a trick called The Bullet Catch to thunderous applause! There was a small hiccup when a demon intent on charging Crowley as a traitor blocked our miracles, which made the performance rather more nerve-wracking than we had initially anticipated. Thankfully, Crowley has an impressively steady hand, and it all went off without a hitch!

I managed to extricate Crowley from that nastiness with the demon using nothing more than sleight of hand and a small amount of luck. Crowley hadn’t seemed too concerned, but he certainly looked relieved when he learned I had swiped the only proof the demons had of our  relationship   connection association.

(Muriel wondered if they performed this magic act by request? They would quite like to see it!)

We came back to the bookshop then and shared a celebratory candlelit dinner. We were in high spirits, drinking rather more wine than perhaps was wise. Crowley can be such good company; he has a truly brilliant mind and even if I disagree - and I usually do, he is a demon after all - his arguments are often very compelling. We talked and toasted and talked and drank deep into the night. We wound up lying on the floor in languid contentment, idly discussing… well I can hardly remember!

(Muriel's eyebrows raised at the news that Aziraphale drank anything other than cups of tea)

What I do remember is that at some point he said something unnecessarily kind and I felt such fondness for him in that moment that I gave him a friendly peck on the lips.

(!!!)

It did not signify anything more than amicable appreciation, and yet there was something about being in such unusually close proximity to him that made my heart hammer in my chest, presumably from fear. We are hereditary enemies, after all.

(Muriel sighed)

Crowley reacted not at all to this brazen gesture and - possibly due to my level of intoxication - I’m afraid I took his impassivity as something of a challenge. He lay there staring at the ceiling with his ankles crossed, deep, deep in his cups, and somehow still managed to look - as always - aggravatingly elegant and unruffled. 

I was filled with the rather reckless urge to provoke him into discomposure.

(Muriel thought that really did not sound wise)

I reached out and patted his head.

(!!!)

I would never usually have taken such a liberty, so it surprised me when Crowley ignored it completely. I played with his hair then, thinking I might at least succeed in making him look mussed, but if anything it simply softened his edges slightly. It had the effect of making him look vulnerable, which is not a word I would ever usually associate with Crowley, and it was awfully endearing.

Of course he was positively stiff with horror at my having ruined his hairstyle, his lips pressed tightly together in a grim line. I cannot fully explain my consequent actions (beyond the fact that in the moment it seemed amusing) but I pressed the quickest of kisses to the corner of his hard mouth. Crowley for his part remained motionless, only watching me with those yellow-gold eyes.

They are really quite spectacular up close.

(Muriel was smiling to themselves)

I dared put my hand to Crowley's temple then, and he gripped my wrist with the quiet tension of someone who has been pushed too far. I admit I found his discomfiture highly entertaining, and instead of warning me, it pushed me to trace the mark of the serpent on his face. After everything, it was this tiny, feather-light gesture that undid his composure; Crowley practically vibrated at the touch.

Whatever it was I felt in that moment, I know I have never felt it before. Perhaps I, as an angel of the Lord, should have been indifferent to his reaction, but I was not. I am embarrassed to say I rather revelled in it! The power I felt from making cool, composed Crowley shudder from head to toe with only the gentlest graze of a fingertip was completely shocking.

I may have smirked.

(Muriel's eyes had gone soft and dreamy, but the corner of their mouth tugged up at this)

I am not sure how to report on what followed except to say that Crowley suddenly exploded into motion, pulled me against him, and kissed me with a staggering fierceness.

(!!!!!!!!)

In truth, to write that he kissed me feels insufficient. The word seems too small for something so intense. His fingers were pressing bruises into my back, and my hand was in his hair, and my body responded before my mind had any chance to draw level. His whole body was taut with some tightly leashed emotion, and it might have been devotion or destruction or both. 

I had started teasing him with the intent of provoking him to discomposure, and I’m afraid I got rather more than I bargained for in that regard. 

It felt so incredible wonderful overwhelming that I shook with it. I felt his hunger, and it forced me to recognise my own; this something sharp and desperate clawing at me on the inside. I identified it then as desire - reckless, thoughtless, desperate desire - and the realisation chilled me. Crowley must have noticed because the moment he saw my face he let me go immediately.

(Muriel groaned)

It all went downhill from there. We blamed each other. My pride was bruised, and I didn't want to admit I had acted like a complete libertine. I accused him of trying to tempt me.

He sat backed up against the bookshelf like a cornered animal, yellow eyes wide and horrified, hair still tousled from my hand. I felt frightened at the intensity of the feelings his kiss had unleashed, and I felt angry with myself for them, for having been weak.  

He left. 

I haven't seen him since.

Muriel closed the diary.

[moralorelconfessionsrebornn]

Yep sooo I saw this one moral orel confession blog that was closed down and I was like oh the fandom is still alive tho sooooo I made this. If theres another one active lmk I'll just close this one down

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Queue : 0

Confessions posted so far : 699

Read the bio for limits

Not doing anything special just posting them and moving on. Maybeee commenting on stuff if i agree. Buut if i cant think of anything, just a dot or smth

Just say whatever other than that, say a character is underrated, tell us how much you love or hate a character, tell us abt ur rarepairs.. something. Yeah.

Tagging a few character tags to get this attention, but not tagging ones that r unpopular js so i dont give fans of underrated characters false hope that theres content on them 😓

Anyways that being said,

Go wild.

[torrtimandi]

The Story Goes On'n'On. Chapter 1: You Are The One

Pairing: Gaspard and Xavier

Word count: 699

Rating: mature

Chapters: 1/?

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Idiots in Love, Love Confessions, Drabble, Drabble Collection, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Nothing existed between them. Nothing else mattered right now. Only them... And their love.

A collection of drabbles and short one shots.

Something a little different from me this time... Lately I've been writing a lot of short pieces, drabbles or just quick one shots and it ended up being a stack of quite many stories actually. So every now and then I'm going to post these pieces, some completely new, some that I've already posted here on my tumblr and some that have been hiding in my docs for a long time. Just a neat archive of short stories that I've mostly written on the spur of the moment. This one is completely fresh, written just today, and I hope you'll enjoy it and the ones to come too :D

[tmf-confessions]

I know he isn't but I like the headcanon that Jake is Texan. Seems fitting, but I'm probably projecting. (I'd say "He probably wouldn't wear that jacket everywhere he goes if he did live in Texas" but literally everyone in my Texan school, including me, will still wear jackets even in 90 degree weather, so it just feels even more fitting for him actually)

confession #695

[sasukeless]

Hiiii I really love ur blog, in your opinion, what would be the ideal ending for nrt?

helloo and thank you<3

as for the question i’m a bias for tragedy so naruto and sasuke dying at vote would’ve been MY perfect ending.

now for a less biased i guess i would’ve liked to see naruto and sasuke actually work to change the system like 698 had stated they would. and if there’s no time because kishimoto REALLY wanted to end it at 700, i guess he could’ve still shown the changes they did in small stuff after a timeskip that prove they indeed change the shinobi world and it wasn’t all just words. also at least one panel that shows or is implied the truth of the uchiha massacre was revealed. no canon ships endgame!! idc leave the straight nonsense. i would even take narusasu being left ambiguous and not shown making out sloppy (698 and 699 were love confessions anyway)

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695 can get hit by a semi truck thank you and good night

Confession 699

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What do you think of the "Sasuke loves Sakura it's just he can't express his emotions properly" take?

that's just ss coping as per usual. sasuke is able to vocalise his true feelings, it's just that oftentimes he can only do that in moments of extreme violence/emotional turmoil. like during the low when he gives up his life to protect naruto and we get to see his thoughts, when he tells naruto he willingly died for him before sasuke could achieve his own ambition. during vote1 he said his bond with naruto was not meaningless and he's become his closest/most intimate friend and gets another tomoe of the sharingan. during the reunion scene he gets up close and personal with naruto on the pretext of stabbing him yet still asks him why naruto is out there chasing him when naruto has is own dream. during the kage summit arc when sasuke is in that state, only naruto can make him stop and listen to what he says. sasuke tells hagoromo it's only naruto he needs to kill to be truly alone. during vote2 he calls naruto 'his one and only...... friend' with a chidori at the ready. he's only able to ask naruto to define 'friend' after they literally cannot move their bodies anymore and with each of them missing limbs, 'now that you can't move you sure are talking a lot.' not to mention how many times sasuke's sharingan was linked to naruto, to the point sasuke was sure he'd get the mangekyo if he killed naruto.

the only time was in part 1 where the above is even remotely applicable to ss is when sasuke referred to both naruto and sakura as 'precious comrades' during the fight against gaara - but he referred to them both and was giving them both an out, not just sakura. not to mention that sasuke spoke these words to naruto because sakura was out cold and not able to contribute to battle in meaningful ways as per the usual norm. not to mention sasuke did the same thing for kakashi (and the rest of team 7) in the low. but sasuke was able to break off the bonds he had with team 7 (his comrades) sans naruto the night where he left. again, he knocked sakura out with a 'thank you' and left. that was it for him, nothing else required to break off their bond, he wasn't affected emotionally by it like the way we see him be affected by naruto.

of course in part 2 in the moments where sasuke shows extreme violence to sakura, these words do not come out of him because he does not have these feelings towards her. during the reunion scene he was going to stab her with a sword to the point yamato said 'what out those eyes he's serious' and sasuke looked calm and collected. during the bridge scene sasuke was going to stab sakura in the back while she tended to karin, and then he held her by the throat while he was going to stab her with a kunai. no such emotional words at the time of violence for her. of course during the war, sasuke was only going to take naruto and juugo away from the battefield from what was sure to be a killing blow from obito. sakura would've died there but sasuke didn't even acknowledge that. sasuke protects naruto throughout the war multiple times (even before they got their yin and yang powers) and says he's the one that's going to cut off the past (with a slash just going through naruto in the team 7 photo) because naruto is his to protect and his to kill by his own hand, not sakura or kakashi. sakura also notes herself how sasuke didn't care that madara stabbed her. and sasuke was willing to let her fall into the lava which sakura notes again lol. when sakura confessed again sasuke put her in a genjutsu where he stabbed her. there were also moments of extreme violence against sakura, but none of the tenderness and emotional turmoil towards her that we got to see whenever naruto was involved.

and even if sasuke may keep some of his feelings to himself, we get to see his thoughts and they're always about naruto because sasuke never thinks of sakura outside of team 7. in sasuke's emotional monologue in 698/699 he explicitly states that he'd been watching naruto since before team 7 even formed and would feel relief at seeing him, how he hurt when naruto hurt, explicitly thinking how he would take on naruto's feelings and wishes just like he did his family's, how they'd be able to claim each other's pain. naruto was the only one who never stopped calling him his friend and thanks to naruto sasuke was saved. not anyone else.

maybe the reason kishimoto doesn't make sasuke say these words to sakura or think these words about sakura is just cuz sasuke doesn't have these sentiments towards her it's not that hard to understand. well unless you're in denial lol.