#confession 751

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#751

I honestly hope that the Borg don’t show up again in a major capacity for a LONG time. On paper I don’t mind the idea of them being a big central antagonist to the Trek universe as a whole but I do feel like every time they’re brought back as the main villain of a show/storyline they get worse (in terms of writing/to watch). I honestly wished they’d stayed main villains for TNG only and then been minor/recurring figures even as early as voyager. I was so disappointed when they were the main bad guys again in PIC s3. I just want new ideas at this point I don’t want the borg over and over with worse execution each time they show back up

[if-loves]

eyes (on you)

// Yandere Moze

sum: Moze has always been someone trustworthy and kind to you.

wc: 751

warnings: probably OOC moze

a/n: moze would do so well as a closet pervert tbh

likes & reblogs appreciated :)

Lately, you haven’t felt so safe.

You can’t recall exactly when it started, only that when it did, it never stopped. Every time you step into your own home, every moment you spend in your own home, the uneasy feeling of your every move being watched sends shivers down your spine.

You’re constantly afraid of something, always anxious and paranoid. Even outside your home, the eerie feeling of someone’s eyes upon you, following you. How long has it been since you’ve felt safe?

//

You’ve known Moze since Feixiao first “took him in”, if one could even really call it that. As her assistant in all matters pertaining to paperwork, you’ve had the joy and displeasure of working with all kinds of people. Moze is among those with more… unique circumstances to say the least.

Initially, you were wary of him. Who wouldn’t be, when one of your first impressions of him was attempting to land a killing blow on her? Gradually however, you both started to warm up to each other; even unexpectedly becoming close. He started to appear more often, although hardly speaking, but you didn’t mind. The comfortable silence was enough for you.

So, it was only natural that when everything started to get overwhelming, you confided in him. If there was anyone you could trust, Moze would be at the top of the list.

“Moze, can I… tell you something?” You hesitantly ask, your eyes staring at the official document on your desk. You feel your palms grow sweaty, the pen in your hand all of a sudden weighing a ton.

“…If you want to.” He says simply, but you’ve known him long enough to hear that slight tinge of concern in his voice.

“Recently… I‘ve started feeling watched in my own home.” You confess, laying down your pen. You still dare not to look up to him. “They’re - they’re always watching me. In my kitchen… in my bedroom… even my bathroom… and I don’t know how to stop it. I feel it outside too, only except when I’m at work; but I’m constantly paranoid and anxious, and now I feel tired all the time. Moze, what can I do?”

He’s silent for a while, and just as you start to wonder if you’ve said too much, that he’s uncomfortable with the information dump, you feel his hand on your shoulder in a silent understanding.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know how to help.” He apologises. “But… I’m always here for you, if you want to talk.”

“Thank you, Moze.” For the first time in months, you feel relief. You feel safe.

//

Moze is a master at blending into the shadows, and masking his existence. He walks with trained silence, concealing his breath, never making a sound louder than necessary. Moze knows, better than anyone, how easy it can be to intrude into someone’s home.

His violet eyes watch your figure intensely, barely blinking. He wishes not to waste even a fraction of a second looking at anything that isn’t you. You, just coming out of the shower in your nightwear, holding your towel to your chest and anxiously darting your eyes back and forth to find the watchful eyes stalking your every move. It is with the same caution you slip into bed with, twice ensuring your windows were locked and the curtains were tightly drawn closed; but it was to no avail, because the culprit was in your home.

He waits, just like he always does, for your breathing to calm, for you to fall to the temptation of slumber. He hovers over you with a blank expression on his face, the silver guards on his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He wants to kiss you - and so he does, leaning down with his mask lowered, his lips meeting yours in an unreciprocated kiss.

Moze pulls away quickly and places his mask back in place, but even it can’t stop the warmth that pools at his cheeks and the electricity running through his whole body. With a hazy mind, he makes his way over to your clothes, and runs his hands across each fabric. They instinctively stop atop a pair of underwear, soft and delicate, and most of all, smelling like you. This time, he’s unable to stop himself, and pockets the panty. With one last look at your slumbering figure, he takes his leave.

When you run to him in tears the next day, distraught and paranoid, he can’t find it in himself to be guilty.

[jerzwriter]

Thank you to @snoopdogcone for this ask. For @choicesprompts Flufftober event: Drunken confessions. This is a follow-up (of sorts) to Edenbrook Mysteries: The Secret Admirer

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Characters: Tobias Carrick & Ethan Ramsey Rating: Teen Words: 751 Summary: Tobias & Ethan remain behind at the bar after a retirement party ends, and Tobias has some news to share.

A/N: Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge Laughter & warm hugs.

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The crowd at the dimly lit bar had thinned out, and the raucous laughter that had filled the air just hours before had been replaced with the soothing sounds of a jazz trio and ambient chatter. But as Ethan and Tobias were about to make clear, the reasons to celebrate this evening were far from over. With car service lined up, they ordered another round despite their dubious state.

“I still can’t believe Dr. Santos is... retiring,” Ethan slurred, raising his glass to his colleague. “The man’s in his prime!”

"In his prime?" Tobias chuckled, though nothing funny had been said. “The man’s old as dirt.”

“He’s seventy-three!” Ethan replied, looking offended.

“Right,” Tobias smirked, sipping his whisky. “Practically a schoolboy.”

“Speaking of schoolboys,” Ethan nudged. “I heard you have some competition! Has Connor stopped laying it on thick with Casey?”

Tobias snorted. “Oh, yeah! My 10-year-old romantic rival? I’m taking that kid down, don’t you worry.”

“Do you expect me to be impressed?” Ethan teased. “You can one-up a fourth-grader. What are you going to do? Distract him with Fortnite?”

Tobias shook his head, giggling in a way that only occurred when he had a few too many. “Nope,” he said, leaning into Ethan. “I’m doing something BIGGER. WAY bigger. And I need you to do it.”  

Ethan quirked an eyebrow. “Are you propositioning me, Carrick?”

Tobias laughed so hard he almost spilled his drink. “You fucking wish! No! I’m not propositioning you, Ethan. But... there is a question involved.”

“Well, in advance, you’re not my type,” Ethan deadpanned.

“Well, I will be on Saturday,” Tobias brimmed with excitement. “Because I need your help. I’m going ring shopping... for Casey, and I want you to come along with me.”

Ethan’s eyes went wide, and it felt like he sobered right up. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” Tobias said, his voice more level. “I’m proposing to Casey, and you’re the first to know.”

Ethan broke into a smile. “You haven’t even told your mother? She’ll kill me if she finds out I knew before her!”

“Don’t worry,” Tobias chuckled with a pat on his friend’s back. “I’ll protect you... I need a best man, after all.”

Ethan turned toward Tobias, his face softened. “Your best man? Me?”

“Yeah,” Tobias grinned. “You were like a brother to me for a long time... and I think we’ve gotten back to that... in large part because of Casey, it only seems right.”

“I... I don’t know what to say,” Ethan muttered.

“Say yes! Just like I hope Casey will,” Tobias laughed.

“Of course, yes!” Ethan grinned, reaching out to shake Tobias’s hand.

“None of that handshake crap,” Tobias scoffed, pulling him into a hug. “This is bro-hug territory, buddy.”

“God, you’re insufferable,” Ethan muttered, but it didn't stop him from hugging.

“Goddamn! Tobias Carrick proposing, and hell hasn’t even frozen over!”

“Yeah, well, that’s probably due to global warming,” Tobias grinned. “But you’ve got to admit, I’ve changed.”

“Because Casey’s a miracle worker, in and out of the hospital,” Ethan smiled. “She made an honest man out of you, after all!”

“She’s the best,” Tobias said softly, his smile tender. “I love her, Ethan. More than I thought possible.”

A slow grin spread over Ethan’s face. “So, Saturday. What do you need me for? Moral support? Picking out engagement rings isn’t something I have a lot of experience with.”

“And I do,” Tobias laughed. “If I’m going to be a bumbling idiot, I want you to be by my side... being a bigger bumbling idiot.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Anytime,” Tobias grinned. “Regardless, it’s going to be a great day!”

“It will be. Hey, Bartender!” Ethan called out with a wicked grin. “Another round! My friend’s getting married!”

Tobias laughed, waving him off. “You know what? Maybe we’re done with that part of the night. Besides, she has to say yes first.”

“Do you think there’s any doubt of that?” Ethan asked.

Tobias shrugged, flashing a grin. “Nah. I mean... look at this. How could she resist?”

“Aaand, there’s the Carrick we all know,” Ethan teased.

When they stumbled out of the bar, it felt like they were back in med school. Their laughter barrelled down Boston’s dark streets as if the years of troubles between them had all but washed away. Having Casey in his life was the best thing that ever happened to Tobias; he’d never deny that. But Ethan being his best friend again? It was a pretty darn close second.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

[fullmetalscullyy]

royai week day 2 - appreciate

summary: a moment in bed together sparks a warm conversation

rated: t | words: 751 | tags: love confessions

read on ao3 | read on ffnet

snippet:

“I must admit, I do like having you right where I’ve always wanted you. Always needed you.” Riza shifted her head to prop her chin on his chest. She lifted one eyebrow. “In your bed?” Roy snorted and rolled his eyes. “Beside me.” “But I’m supposed to watch your back.” “And I would always rather have my partner walking by my side.”

read the full fic on ao3 | ffnet

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

For the Love of Horror Masterlist

Dieter meets and falls in love with someone who absolutely loves horror films. The problem is, he's a big scaredy cat!

I'll write the stories as they get into my brain but list everything in chronological order.

The story that started it all:

For the Love of Horror ~ 1,616 words

Special flashback: Love at the Craft Table ~ 2, 104 words

Dieter and The Lobster ~ 2, 152 words

In between:

Kiss the Girl ~ 1,145 words

Ice Cream on the Beach ~ 1, 522 words

Talk Food to me ~ 737 words

Breakfast at Dieter's ~ 858 words

The Noses Have It ~~ 643 words

Only One Pillow ~ 1,017 words

The Jealousy of Dieter Bravo ~ 828 words

435 ~ 737 words

Dieter Bravo and the Sundance Queen ~ 3,064 words

The Last Temptation of Dieter ~ 1, 027 words

How to Heal a Broken Heart ~ 957 words

Dieter Darko ~ 807 words

The Audition ~ 1, 505 words

You've Got a Friend in Me ~ 1, 528 words

Laundry Days ~ 1, 039 words

Happy Birthday Mr Bravo ~ 840 words

Rumour Has It ~ 1, 373 words

A Weekend at Dieter's ~ 1,162 words

The Importance of Being Dieter ~ 3, 536 words

Dieter and the Pea ~ 678 words

What's in the box?~ 301 words

Where's the axe? ~ 604 words

Dieter in Horror-land ~ 1,273 words

A Rather Magical Super Sexy Secret ~ 711 words

A Year of Love and Horror ~ 1, 178 words

Dieter, Dieter, Pumpkin Eater ~ 1, 115 words

Neverwhere ~ 2, 007 words

Baking for the Devil in the Big White Tent ~ 787 words

The Final Girl Phone Call ~ 1, 996 words

Ghosts of the Past ~ 1, 459 words

Back to the Bubble ~ 3, 066 words

After:

He's Just Dieter ~ 1, 624 words

Dieter Comes Down with a Cold ~ 933 words NEW!!!

Dieter and the Goats ~ 813 words

Operation Sleepy Hollow ~ 1, 789 words

As the Petals Fall ~ 1,773 words

Tale As Old As Time ~ 759 words

Making An Effort ~ 1, 198 words

Looking Back ~ 967 words

The Lack of Kenergy ~ 610 words

A Dieter Thing Happened on the Way to the Colosseum ~ 1,347 words

Dieter Gets Bitten by The Viper (figuratively) ~ 572 words

Before and After We Say 'I Do' ~ 1,014 words

Carrie Me Home ~ 523 words

Disgusting Degustation ~ 3,549 words

Don't be a Strip Tease ~ 923 words

Storm Whiskey ~ 387 words

Red Coat, Red Eye ~ 1,147 words

Storm in a Bowling Alley ~ 1, 882 words

Those Blue Eyes ~ 857 words

Halloween Couple Costumes ~ 783 words

A Dieter Movie ~ 209 words

Dieter the Animated dad ~ 555 words

Is That My Robe? ~ 850 words

The Littlest Zombie ~ 737 words

The Littlest Ghost ~ 667 words

Dieter Bravo: The Puppy Interview ~ 653 words

Dieter: Certified DILF ~ 833 words

Agent Skeleton vs. Princess Evil ~ 520 words

It's Alive! ~ 552 words

And the award goes to... ~ 482 words

Dinosaur Hide and Seek ~ 485 words

A Silly Accident ~ 401 words

Clara and the Bad Dinosaur ~ 1, 867 words

A Surefly Way ~ 716 words

Anywhere:

Ace of Spades ~ 197 words

Say It With Flowers ~ 1,191 words

Bedtime Stories ~ 1,426 words

Terrifying Trypophobia ~ 491 words

Roleplaying with Dieter ~ 241 words

More roleplaying ~ 328 words

Vampire Roleplay ~ 343 words

An Attempt at Cowboy Roleplay ~ 502 words

And Nothing More ~ 340 words

Out of Body ~ 268 words

Dieter's Favourite Fruit ~ 731 words

When a Stranger Calls Dieter ~ 757 words

Fangs for the Questions ~ 751 words

Dieter's Drunken Love Confession

Dieter in Fairy Bread Land ~ 568 words

Don't Go Bacon My Heart ~ 366 words

Wooden Puppet Boy ~ 326 words

Under Her Skin ~ 341 words

The Plight of Women's Shorts ~ 349 words

Dieter the Explorer ~ 319 words

Sexy Bespectacled ~ 508 words

Dancing with Dieter at Dusk ~ 680 words

Sexy Dance ~ 246 words

Waltz With Me ~ 726 words

How to Control Those Curls ~ 373 words

If you have any horror films/TV shows you'd like to see mentioned or you just want to recommend something, I'm happy to hear them!

[no-passaran]

Ask to stop the execution of David Hosier, scheduled to be executed in Missouri on June 11.

The death penalty perpetuates a cycle of violence and does not serve as an effective deterrent to crime.

David’s case highlights many of the flaws inherent in the death penalty system: 1. Despite the lack of direct evidence linking him to the crime, David was convicted based on circumstantial evidence. The State’s case relied heavily on an alleged motive. In fact, during the initial trial, David was offered a plea for Life without Parole indicating the State thought Life was an appropriate punishment for the crime at the time. David has maintained his innocence and did not confess. 2. The introduction of unreliable forensic evidence at David’s trial resulted in a fundamentally unfair trial. In the absence of an eyewitness or any physical evidence connecting Hosier to the crime, the state's conviction relied heavily on ballistics evidence. New evidence in forensic science casts doubts on the reliability of tool mark identification and courts are starting to question it because of testimony from scientific experts. 3. The death penalty is mostly imposed on poor people who cannot afford to hire an effective lawyer. The quality of a defendant's legal team often decides whether they receive a death sentence. Throughout his appeals, David’s attorneys raised several issues of ineffective counsel, including the fact that no medical doctors or psychiatrists were brought forward to support mitigation about David’s severe depression with psychotic features which was exacerbated by a stroke in 2007. This lack of adequate counsel is a key issue in the system.

Sign these petitions:

CALL THE GOVERNOR to Demand Clemency for David Hosier, a veteran and child of a police officer killed in the line of duty. 573-751-3222.

Missouri couldn't even wait until next week's execution is complete before announcing a new date. Marcellus Williams faces execution in Missouri on Sept 24, 2024, yet according to The Innocence Project there is no credible evidence against him. PETITION: bit.ly/MarcellusWilliamsMO

[tmf-confessions]

To the Henry and Liam plants anon I named my rocks after Henry and Liam (Henry the rock Johnson and Liam the rock Johnson they are married) great minds think alike

confession #751

GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE

[confessxcrush4tcc]

feet!!! 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

Confession #751

[whiskeysmulti]

Tell Her (a 5986 drabble)

Word Count: 751 Characters: Hibari and Gokudera Summary: It takes a cloud to stir up a storm and finally get Gokudera to get off his ass and confess his feelings for Haru. From this ASK!

"God damn it she's so fucking frustrating!"

Once again the Storm guardian was furious over something and from what Hibari could deduce it had something to do with a girl. Not that he really cared at all for Gokudera's romantic relationships but at the moment it was keeping him from his peaceful afternoon nap. The Cloud sighed, this was going to be a pain, but apparently the other male needed to get something off his chest.

"What is it now?" He closed his eyes and lay back on the rooftop, he wouldn't start a fight with Gokudera, but if he turned violent, Hibari wasn't afraid to finish it.

"Haru, she pisses me off so much sometimes!"

A small slight smile curved at the edge of the Namimori Prefect's lips, he called it, relationship drama. However, the entire school knew Gokudera and Haru were close, but not quite together yet. Stupid boys with thick skin sometimes needed it spelled out for them, but it wasn't exactly his place to tell Gokudera to chill out and just tell Haru how he felt for her.

Hibird landed on his finger and Hibari stroked the soft feathers, as he listened to the woes of the Smoking Bomb.

"She can be so stupid sometimes, throwing herself at the 10th when everyone knows she doesn't stand a chance. She's not good enough for him." Denial, Hibari had seen it since the damn day they met the girl from Midori, anyone with eyes could tell Gokudera had it bad for her and wasn't seeing the full picture.

While Gokudera was in the process of lighting a cigarette, Hibari took the one second of silence and peace as his opportunity to talk.

"You're an idiot." Leave it to the ever all of Cloud to point out the obvious to the furious Storm.

"Hibari…" Gokudera growled, just to be shushed by the man before him.

"Shut up. You know I'm right. If you didn't want her, why do you get so angry when she shows the other herbivore affection? You're jealous that she likes Sawada." He just wanted a peaceful nap, that was all Hibari had asked for today, if there was any shred of hope for him to get his rest then Gokudera needed to see the god damn light and get off his ass and finally tells Haru how he felt.

Gokudera's mouth dropped at the audacity of this fucking Cloud and his claims. "Hmph, it's not like she's going to get the 10th anyway." Gokudera protested as he hid the blush on his face at the realization that maybe, just maybe he did like Haru.

"Probably not, but that doesn't mean there aren't other guys with their eyes on her, the longer you leave her single, the more chance someone else has of catching her." Hibari smirked, if their Storm guardian had even a shred of intelligence to him he'd catch on. Haru was starting to catch the eye of a lot of guys around her so if Gokudera did want her, he needed to make a move and he needed to do it fast.

Jealous rage coursed through Gokudera as he tossed his cigarette and exhaled sharply taking in what Hibari had just said. "You really think it's that fucking easy to tell someone how you feel?"

"You do it all the time when you're angry with her, that's still a way of telling her how you feel is it not? How is this different?" Smugly Hibari smirked and lay back down to hopefully get his nap now. He struck the match and hopefully it lit a fire under the other's ass to get him to move and finally tells Haru how he felt. and if that wasn't motivation enough, then perhaps a little competition would be. "I can always tell her for you." Hibari took the ten seconds of silence as his opportunity to leave while Gokudera thought it over.

Realization hit Gokudera as what the other had said sank in. If he didn't confess to Haru, one of two things would happen. Another man would come and take her in the meantime, or Hibari was going to go behind Gokudera's back and tell her for him.

Gokudera was pissed. He'd call Haru later and see if she wanted to hang out, and maybe get off his ass and finally tell her, but right now he only had words for one person, a skylark that left him absolutely furious.

"Hibari! Get your ass back here!"

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“How did Stella keep her wings in the first ep of S1 even though she was not transformed anymore???”

[miraculousladybug-confessions]

“I find Alya to be pretty annoying, and I don't get why no one points out that she puts her life (totally needlessly) at risk every time there's a goddamn akuma???Like, she just stands in the middle of the fight almost waiting to get hit???” 

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

As you fall asleep, you are suddenly greeted by the sight of many books and papers. The smell and touch of things too real to be a dream

“it has been some time since some came” you are greeted my a woman behind a desk “the library opens its doors to few people, it seems it took a liking to you”

She puts her book on the desks and approaches “here reside many projects and ideas. Some better than others, but don't let the writer know that”

“why am i here? And who even is the writer?”

She made a light grimace " to be totally honest, nobody really knows. Could be some dimensional space or some signal from the universe" her eyes lock on one of the newest books, it has just appeared before your eyes, but where you were surprised, she wasn't " the writer is the one who makes this books come to life. That would be all you would need to know as of right now" she turns, a smirk in her lips " so, what do you say visitor, do you want to browse our library?"

"If you want you can also read directly the record, everything ever written in this library is stored here"

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#📕 ideas of the writer some ideas that might be visited later by the writer

# 📕 short novella little projects a bit more fleshed out

# 📕 request from the reader the reader has given the writer their ideas and she has answered it

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Angst

Fluff

Yandere

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Mild horror/gore

Suggestive/fade to black

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Smut (I like to keep blogs divided so for that there's the side blog lol)

P€d0phiilia

Hate speech

Abuse

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Genshin impact ( self aware au mostly)

Yuukoku no Moriarty

Record of Ragnarok

Brutal: confessions of a homicide investigator

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Just for the record, but yanderes are only interesting in fiction, under no circumstances they should be promoted or imitated in real life

[sashi-ya]

Hi!! ^^ I hesitated to write this request.. but may I get a Law fanfic of a insecure fem reader. A comfort type but happy type ending.. Maybe Law surprising Y/N with something?? I was feeling depressed last week and finally poured out all those emotions, and reading your Law fanfics, since I have absolutely nobody but myself, helped me a lot. Especially the Law x fem bestfriend fanfic.:) It made me so much better and felt loved. This is my first time requesting so I hope this is not bad. Ty<3

My dear!! I’m so sorry to hear you’ve been through hard times. And I’m really really happy that one of my fics could help you out. Law x Best Friend was the very first fic I ever write… I’m literally so thankful with you for trusting in my writings, thank u so so much!!. Let me please make Law help you out a little more… ♥ I hope it does, and please if you need to speak to someone I’m here for you ♥

SFW ~ Trafalgar D. Water Law x F! Reader ~ Tangled Feathers ♥

Tw: A helping, comfort request. Angst & Fluff.

Cw: 751

Lately the days in the Polar Tang have been really busy. Escaping from the marines and all that stuff pirates do, kept your beloved Captain a little away from you. You were feeling bad, spending some days in bed, somedays contemplating life happen from a place where it wouldn’t affect you… but that felt lonely, and you were a bomb of emotions just about to burst.

Law, contrary to what others may think, is a highly emotional and loving man and it didn't take long for him to notice you weren’t being yourself the last few days…

A knock on the door announces someone coming to your cabin. “(Name)-ya, can I come in?” the voice of your captain asks. You sit on your bed, quickly fixing your hair as fast as you could, stretch your shirt and tell him to come in.

“Captain…” you mumble. “(Name)-ya, what’s wrong? You haven’t been eating with us, are you feeling sick?” he asks, like the good doctor he is, Law needs to know if any of his crewmates aren’t feeling ok, so he could instantly fix it. You look at him, eyes filled with tears. And then look down to your fidgeting fingers. You feel ashamed about your own suffering, you think you are being pathetic in front of your captain… the man you are in love with, since the day your eyes crossed back then.

“You can tell me what’s wrong, (Name)-ya” he insists, walking towards you and sitting on your bed. Law places his inked hand over your knee and squeezes it so softly, yet enough to make you feel how much he cares about you. You smile, subtly. Law’s touch is always something that can light up your world, no matter what’s holding your heart in a cage of pure sadness.

“I’m so… I’m sorry captain. I’m a little… depressed” you mumble. “What are you sorry for, (Name)-ya? For being sad? Depressed? That’s not a reason why you should be sorry. I, me, myself should be sorry for not noticing about it earlier, you know” he tells you; pain shows in his voice as he words the last sentence. Law truly cares about you, perhaps… more than you may think.

“No, captain! You… this is not your fault!” you instantly chime, lifting your head up looking directly into his eyes. It’s not his fault, no… it isn't.

“It’s just me, Captain. I’m…”

Law suddenly wraps his hands around you, tightly hugging you. You can’t speak, and words get quickly replaced with tears. Tears that won’t stop falling, tears that run like a river through your cheeks to Law’s shoulder. Tears that seem to wash the pain off your heart… but you still can’t speak. “Just… wait a sec. I’m gonna bring something, ok?” Law whispers, and quickly goes to his room. You keep crying, and crying…

He returns with a little chain on his hands. From the chain, a black feather hangs. “Let me…” he says, coming closer and passing the necklace around your neck. You hold the little feather in your hand inspecting it. “Press it against your heart, like this” he says and takes your hand, pinning it against your chest. “Feel how warm it is?” he whispers.

And it’s true… It feels warm. It feels like love, and caring. It feels like protection. “I do… thank you, Law…” you utter with trembling lips. Law passes his thumb to wipe some of your tears away. “I have had this since… Cora… you know. It’s from the coat that he used to wear, the same coat that kept me warm during cold nights. I have two, I’m wearing one, and now you are wearing the other. Please keep it” he says. You gasp, did he really give you such an important object to you? Why?.

“Are you sure? This is like… your one piece, Law” you ask, really confused and frankly forgetting about the sadness you were feeling. “No, (Name)-ya. My treasure is the love and compassion Cora gave me, my crew, my life… and… you” he confesses, tucking a strand of your hair on the back of your ear. “You are…” he whispers, and slowly plants a peck on your lips.

You can help but smile, instantly, unconsciously… “I love that smile…” he utters, lips lingering over yours. You pass your hands around his neck, hugging him tight, so tight. Feeling how the little chains with the feathers get tangled up one with the other…

“Thank you, Law…” ♥~

[strangelysamantha]

girl that you love ☆

sarah cameron x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, short angst imagine :)

words: 751.

summary: when you accidentally read the situation wrong, and you expose yourself for liking sarah in a more than friendly way, she is quick to turn you down. “i’m sorry i gave you the wrong impression.” sarah isn’t gay, and she definitely doesn’t like you that way.

request? no :)

a/n: i’m hurting my own feelings with this imagine. like and comment if you enjoyed this! ily! <3

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you laughed lightly as sarah’s laughter filled your ears, her hand lingering on yours. your heart beating fast inside your chest. “that was the best day of our lives.” she finishes, still laughing from the story. “it truly was. we were carefree, living life with no worries.” you added on, her head nodding in agreement.

you two were sitting on her couch, reminiscing on past memories. she quickly sat up on her knees, staring directly into your eyes. she smiles. “oh my god! i just remembered when we played that prank on rafe!” she nods enthusiastically, “do you remember? he fell asleep on the couch so we dragged him to the pool!” you laugh as the memory clouds your mind. “he was so mad! but his reaction was absolutely priceless! dang what i would do to see his face again when he woke up at 6am in the pool.” she laughs again, her cheeks becoming red by how much she’s giggling.

you two were facing each other, quite close. to any other person, it may have looked like two best friends sitting together telling stories. but to you, this was much more. your heart couldn’t help but speed up at the sound of her giggling and soft voice, how her hand would always reach up to touch you in some way. your mind filled with ways on how you could confess your overwhelming infatuation with her.

she leaned in, and you took this as a flirtatious move. you decided to fully send it. you had nothing to lose. the worst thing to happen, while it was a really bad outcome, it wouldn’t necessarily kill you. you leaned in, your lips touching hers. she doesn’t kiss back, instead she pushes you away, standing up immediately.

“what? wait why did you…?” sarah’s voice is soft as she stares at you in confusion. your heart sinks, you hadn’t thought this entirely though. “i’m-, sarah i’m so sorry. i read this whole situation wrong. i thought you liked me, i thought the feelings were mutual.” her face contorts in disgust for a split second, before it goes back to confusion. she hesitated, but spoke up. “i’m sorry i gave you the wrong impression, but i’m not gay. i’ve never even looked at you in that way.”

you stand to your feet, adjusting your crewneck. “i understand sarah, i’m super sorry i don’t even know why i did that. i wasn’t even thinking.” she shakes her head, “you really weren’t thinking, i love john b. you know that. why would i ever like you?” you go to speak but she cuts you off, “no you need to go. i’m serious, we just,” she waits, as if she’s looking for the right words to say. “we need to just stay away from each-other for a while. give each other some space.” you nod, falling silent. you put your shoes on, walking out her house door. you fight the urge to look back, instead just focusing on your shoes pattering against the pavement.

tears sprung from your eyes, immediately your breath goes heavy. your head is hung low, your eyes trained on the floor beneath you. you run into a large figure, and you look up, your eyes meeting with rafes. you weren’t too close with rafe, you acknowledged each other’s existence every once in a while, but you weren’t close enough to indulge in each other.

“i’m sorry rafe, i really didn’t mean to bump into you. i just wasn’t looking.” you frown at him. he starts to say a witty remark, but quickly retreats when he sees the tears running down your face, and the distraught and irrational breathing that was occurring. “hey it’s okay, i promise. are you okay though?” you nod. “yeah, i just. uh, i think i just read the situation wrong.” he nods, not quite understanding what you meant. you move out of his way, allowing him to walk forward but he doesn��t. “you sure you are okay?” he asks again to make sure. his heart sunk at your current state. he didn’t know you that well, but he’s known you long enough to not want you to feel this way.

“i’m okay rafe. i promise. i just need to take a walk, clear my mind.” he nods. “okay. well you have my number if you need anything.” you nod, softly thanking him before putting your headphones in, and walking down the camerons household driveway.

</3 possible part two… ???

[applepi-1]

He's afraid of hurting you

Tsukishima x Y/n

Terushima x y/n

Atsumu x y/n

Warnings: fluff

Mentions of rape on Atusma's part.... sorry :(

Also I do request…

-596 words-

You and Tsuki have been friends for as long as you remember, it's always been you, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi. Always. But somehow you fell for the tall salty dino-loving jerk. You guys did everything together and you were the only other person he tolerated. When you met the team people asked Yamaguchi if you guys were dating, both laughing until you saw Tsukishima. You ran to him and began to bug him, much to everyone's shock (except Yama) when the tall boy smiled softly down at you.

Tsukishima also fell for you, but... he was scared, he covered his feelings with salty comments, but with you he could never, you were his soft spot. He always admired the way you smiled, laugh, or the face you make when you were concentrated or were nervous. He finds it adorable, but he won't tell you that. He'll tease you about how your face looks, but you'd laugh it off.

So, come to both of your surprises when you confess. It was a normal Tuesday, except it was just you two walking home, since Yamaguchi was sick. "Hey, Tsuki, can I be honest with you?" You asked once y'all reached your house.

"Would you rather lie?"

"No, god no... but uh, I like you..." You nervously messed with your fingers. You felt as if your heart was hitting your ribcage as hard as Oikawa serves a ball. Tsukishima felt as if he was dreaming, feeling his stomach twist and his heard dance. But... still fear ate at the boy.

"I like you too..." You smiled immediately. "But I can't be with you." And immediately faded.

"What...?" What kind of confession it that, he began to panic as he saw tears form.

"It's not that I don't want to be, Y/n, trust me, I do... but..." The words got stuck in his throat, he's not used to being this vulnerable. "I-I'm scared..." Your eyes grew at how soft his voice was, he was biting his lip so he didn't show his feelings.

"W-Why...?" You watch him tug on his jersey, the showers were down so none of the players thought of changing.

"I... I don't want to hurt you..."

"Is this about, E/n?" You asked, talking about the bitch who left Tsukishima for her best friend. He said something uncalled for, but that didn't give her the right to cheat and blame Tsukishima.

"Maybe... no, this is about how I'm not good in relationships, the last one I was in, she cheated on because of what I said to her... I.."

"I would never." You finished his sentence making him look at you. "Tsuki, you guys got into an argument, big deal. Couples argue you salty dino." Tsukishima surpassed a laugh as you continued, "It did not give her the right to cheat because you called her out for flirting with that idiot she cheated on you with. I know you loved her, but... I'm not her. If we fight, I'll sit in front of you despite your harsh words. Just like I always do. The only guy I want to flirt with or have my attention is you." He looked down at you and felt his shoulders drop.

"R-Really?" You grabbed his face and smiled.

"I'm willing to do this if you are..." He looked down at you before wrapping his arms around you, you sighed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I don't deserve you... I love you so much, Y/n..." You smiled leaning into your best friend, your now boyfriend.

"I love you too, Tsuki."

-751 words-

You sighed into your seat, watching your best friend flirt up a storm with someone else. Kazuma Bobata knew of your feelings, and of the feelings of #1, Yūji Terushima. He sighed and sat next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder making you jump and look away from your crush. "Oh, Kazuma. Hi." He just gave you a look, you furred your brows, what crawled up his ass? "Everything good, Kaz?"

"No, our friend is hurting you." You raised your brows. "Don't deny it, I'm not stupid." He said once he saw you about to open your mouth, you sighed and looked down.

"How long...?"

"Since we met." I sighed again resting my head in my hands.

"What do I do...?"

"Confess you, idiot." You looked up to him immediately, Terushima looked in your direction hearing Kazuma call you an idiot.

"What, no?!" You didn't mean to yell but you did, your best friend left the girl standing there confused as he walked over to you, seeing you laugh a little.

"Everything okay, Y/n?"

"Huh?" Your face reddens hoping he didn't hear Kazuma say something about confessing.

"I'm trying to get her to confess to her crush." You immediately whipped your head to Kazuma.

"Dude!" You slapped his arm, Terushima felt his heartbreak, wincing a little, but it went unnoticed to you both.

"How about you practice on Terushima?"

"What..... /////-/////" Both of you blushed and looked at Kazuma who knew exactly what he was doing.

"Yeah, it'll help you both, Terushima needs to confess to his crush as well." Terushima so badly wanted to hit his friend, but he was right.

"Oh... I..."

"Fine." You looked at your friend in shock, "I... I-I'll help." His heart tugged and winced at his words, as long as your happy, right...? You blinked a couple times...

"Uh... okay...? U-Um, w-when...?"

"After school..."

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You sighed into your bed, looking at your best friend's eyes. Sighing this is difficult, think of him as someone else. "Okay. Okay. I like you, a lot, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do. I have since we were running on the playground laying at how stupid a kid looked, and... I like you despite you flirting with every girl you see..." As you continued to list why you liked him with your eyes closed, Terushima felt a smile form on his face, you like him? Once you finished and opened your eyes and saw he was smiling... it that a good sign, then you remembered. "Right... uh, your turn to... p-practice your c-confession..." It hurt you to say practice, you wish this was real.

"Oh... uh, right... Look, I like you so much, but... I don't think it'd work." What?

"Dude, horrible confession, what are you trying to do? Hurt her, make her happy, and confused?"

"Shut up and let me finish." You sighed and punched his shoulder, indicating your listening. "I like you a lot, but... I don't want to be the one hurting you in the end, Y/n... I can't do that. Not to you. I hate myself for letting my ex walk away because I chose to flirt with someone else. But with you... I... I can't do that... It pains me to flirt with other girls when the only girl I want to flirt with is you... But it won't last, I'll fuck up eventually." Congrats, Terushima, you made me happy, sad, and confused.

"I... I'm sorry... what the fuck gives you the right to have this all one-sided." His eyes widen a little, he should've known you had something to say. "So what your ex left, I'm not them, Teru. I like you, hell I fell in love with you and I trust you. If you fuck up and flirt with someone we'll talk it out, not just call it quits, or if you feel the need to flirt with someone, pretend not to know me, and flirt up a storm you dumbass." He laughed a little grabbing your face, but you weren't done. "I love you, you, I know you like me, Teru... but, I love you, and I love all your mistakes, I mean, I stuck around this far haven't I...? Doesn't that mean something... Hm." He cut your rambling off pressing his lips firmly to yours.

"You talk too much." He kissed you again, this time you shivered as the coldness of his tongue ring hit your lip. "I love you. God, I love you."

-959 words-

Atsumu knew giving you a spare key to his house was foolish. But he wanted to make sure you knew you were welcome, when you reached his house it was 2 in the am, and you needed your best friend more than anything. You took out your spare key and opened his door, jumping when you see Osamu in the kitchen. "Ah, welcome home, Y/n." You laughed shutting the door quietly behind you.

"H-Hi... O-Osamu..." He looked over in your direction immediately noticing the way your voice went high and the way you choked on your words.

"Y-Y/n... did something happen?" You pulled your hand over your mouth, keeping your sobs quiet, Osamu immediately dashed to you, leaving what he was doing in the kitchen. "Oi... ya okay?" You shooked your head as he wrapped his arms around you, letting you sob into his chest. "Talk to me, Y/n..." Osamu was like your big brother, he knows of your feelings toward his twin.

"I... I went on a date..." He sat you down on the couch, giving you some room. "I... H-he... took me to a cafe... and after we ate and stuff... I felt... d-dizzy... and... I c-couldn't stop him..." Atsuma walked down feeling thirsty when he heard your voice, he stopped on the stairs looking at you. "H-How do I... tell A-Atsumu...?" He watched as his brother kissed your head and brought you into his chest.

"Do you want me to tell him...?" He watched as you shook your head. "Just... be honest with him." Atsumu sniffed the air and spoke.

"Is something burning...?" You turn your attention to the other twin. Osamu immediately got up and ran to the kitchen. Atsumu looked at you and noticed how you wouldn't meet his eyes. "Y/n...?" He couldn't help but think you were crying and asking for advice on how to tell him something, he thinks you're seeing his brother, and don't know how to tell him. But boy is he far off.

"I... I need to talk to you... Osamu k-knows a-already..." He looked down at you confused, taking his brother's spot next to you.

"Y/n..." He wants to tell you he knows, but something about your face is saying to wait.

"I... I... I c-can't..." You buried your face into his chest, he was taken back but immediately hugged you. "I... I don't know why I can't... tell you... the words just... won't come out..." He furred his brows, hoping his misreading things.

"It's just me, Y/n." You broke down more, that's the thing, you didn't even want to go on a date, but, you wanted to get rid of your feelings for the blonde twin. You know he'd never like you, but he does. He really does.

"T-That's the p-point..." Osamu came back in and tapped your shoulder.

"I-I don't know much, about ya s-situation, but, here..." You grabbed the water from him and smiled lightly, that confirmed it, he was misreading things.

"Y/n...?" You looked down at your cup.

"Hey, just tell him what you told me."

"Okay..." He furred his brows and sighed.

"Y/n-"

"I was raped." You blurted out cutting Atsumu off... out of all things. He never expected that, Osamu sat there rubbing your shoulder.

"You... what...?"

"She went on a date, got dizzy after..." Atsumu sat closer to you, pulling you into his chest, rubbing your back softly.

"I..." The words got stuck in his throat. "I... will y-you be able to... sleep...?" You laughed at how careful he's being.

"C-Can I stay, w-with you... tonight...?"

"Ya guys can take the guest room, so ya can talk privately, and not annoy me." You both laughed, Atsumu helped you stand before leading you to the bed.

"Ya can take the bed." You gave him a look.

"I, uh, please don't make me sleep alone." He looked at you and sighed.

"I won't," He rubbed your arms gently. He laid over the covers as you laid under, you laughed. "What?"

"I don't bite." He laughed getting under the covers. He watched as you closed your eyes, scooting a little closer. "You can close your eyes and try to sleep you know."

"Sorry, I might not be able to sleep. I usually sleep without a shirt."

"Oh. Then take your shirt off, ya goof." He froze for a second, but slowly sat up, slipping his shirt over his head. He laid back down resting on his back. "Better?"

"Yeah." You nuzzled closer sighing a little.

"Uh, Tsumu, can uh, can you hold me..." He looked at you and saw how you weren't meeting his eyes.

"Come here," you nuzzled your head into his chest letting his arm drape over your shoulder, rubbing it softly, you let out a shaky breath. "Better?"

"Hm, thank you... Tsumu." He squeezed you in response. Once he felt your body get heavier, he kissed your head.

"I'd do anything for ya, I love ya, ya idiot. But... I don't want to hurt ya..." You smiled slightly before looking up making Atsumu turn a deep red. "I thought ya were asleep."

"Eh, but for the record, I love you too... to be honest, I went on the date because... I thought you didn't like me so..."

"Hm, so it's my fault." You sat up immediately as he looked like he was about to cry.

"No, god no."

"If I would have grown a pair, and told you how I felt... none of this would have happened."

"And I wouldn't be here, laying next to you." You traced your fingers over his abs, "I wouldn't be touching you like this." You leaned down pecking his lips. "Kissing you."

"No, no, we'd still do that." You both laugh cuddling into each other. "I love ya."

"I love you too. And you could never hurt me."

[nakachuchu]

Matcha Pocky | Haiba Lev

SYNOPSIS: You play the pocky game with Lev.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 751

WRITTEN: 04/14/2021

NOTES: Thank you for requesting from my event! I feel like Lev is a bit ooc, but also, I think anyone would be nervous when confessing to their crush. "Did you just take my ___?" "Sharing is caring." + "I have a confession." + "Kiss me."

"Did you just take my matcha pocky?" you questioned.

Lev bit into it. "Sharing is caring."

You chuckled. "I would have said yes if you asked."

"No, because you like to tease me," he retorted.

"Oh, you've noticed? What a smart boy you are," you cooed.

He blushed and looked away. "See? That's what I'm talking about."

You chuckled at how cute he was. Teasing Lev was just one of your many hobbies.

"Let's play the pocky game," you suggested.

"W-What?" he asked as he snapped his head back toward you.

His room was completely dark and the only light came from the television.

You grinned and took out a matcha pocky stick from the box you had already opened and had been nibbling on during the movie.

Lev and you were having a movie night at his house in his room. His parents were out for date night, so he invited you over.

The two of you weren't dating, but you had been friends for a while. You were a year older than him and you were his tour guide on the day of orientation.

But Lev had the biggest, fattest crush on you. If you were nearby, he'd be following after you like a puppy.

It didn't matter that first years had their classes on the ground level and that second years were on the floor above. He would always be there when you got out for break and lunch.

It was easy to tell that he was infatuated with you, but you never mentioned it or hinted at knowing. Even if you knew, he was glad you didn't make fun of him.

"It'll be fun," you reassured. "Plus, it's only us two."

"Doesn't the pocky game include kissing?" he questioned.

"It depends on how badly you want to win. The loser is the person who lets go of the stick first. If neither person wants to lose, then they'll probably end up kissing."

"Right."

You offered him a gentle smile and placed your hand on his shoulder. He gulped in response.

"We don't have to play this. It was just a suggestion. We can keep watching the movie instead," you said.

"No, I'll play," he said. "It sounds interesting."

His hands were trembling. He didn't know if he wanted to win the game or if he should drop the pocky stick at the last minute because it was too embarrassing.

You held one end of the matcha pocky stick in your mouth and leaned in. Lev hesitantly patted his lips, allowing the other end to slip in.

You took the first bite, then he took the next bite. The cycle continued until your noses were touching.

It didn't seem like you were going to back out and Lev could feel a cold sweat forming, but he couldn't make up his mind. Should he kiss you now or not?

You took another bite, and if Lev took the next bite, he would be having his first kiss with you. His lips trembled as he patted his lips slightly to bite down on it, but he backed out, leaving you alone with the matcha pocky in your mouth.

"Looks like I win," you said as you chewed the rest of the pocky in your mouth. "Hey, what's got you so flustered?"

Lev's face was red and his body was stiff. He opened and closed his mouth a few times like a fish before finally saying deciding what to say.

"I have a confession."

You tilted your head to the side. "Okay."

"I... I'm—You're—"

"Take your time," you murmured.

He nodded and took in a deep breath. "I'm in love with you."

You blinked at him and smiled. "Kiss me."

"What?"

You leaned forward and grabbed his collar, pulling him toward you to kiss him on the lips. His eyes widened and his hands twitched, not knowing what to do. You withdrew from the kiss.

"I love you too."

"Wh—Really?"

"That's what I said, isn't it? Have some faith in me, Lev."

"I do. I just—You never showed signs of liking me," he mumbled.

"Hmm, no, I think you're just dense," you retorted. "But that's what makes you so cute. Now, wanna play some more?" you asked as you placed another matcha pocky stick in your mouth.

“Oh—Well—”

You chuckled, bringing your hand to the back of his neck and pressing the other end of the pocky stick to his mouth.

“Make sure you don't let go this time,” you mumbled.